B-17

Name: Loki McGregor Hometown: Belfast Ireland Height: 5 9 Weight: 190 Theme Song: Generic for now Sigs Slingshot guillotine leg drop Pele kick 1 Finisher Release tiger bomb Bio: Loki McGregor is a trickster with a Napoleon complex. Quick to anger this 5'9'' scrapper is willing to do whatever it takes to win. He is not below biting opponents nor has he ever gracefully accepted defeat. While undersized he makes up for it with ferocity; truly he talented, he could very well be a clean competitor if he wasn't convinced that he is being judged for his size. Loki wear face paint not only to intimidate opponents but to also pump himself up. He has become so unstable that he convinced himself he is actually a descendent of the ancient Norse God, Loki.

Am I fucking going over?

My humor is far too dry to enjoy it for extended for long periods of time.

My overview: Slamurai Jack should be walking out to "thrift shop" and he can't spit a rhyme. Is there a running joke with security guards? Solid first match. Ov and Manny, I like it! Too many dark rooms. We need to address this serious lighting issue. Perhaps we have too many people rolling with the mysterious stranger. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tIK0hvc_ZeI Diva match....ehhh. Andre Black will be a great character. Enjoyable ME but a too much repetition. Overall looking forward to being part of it.

In the words of Captain America, "there is only one God and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that."

We seem to have quite a few people hanging out in very dark rooms lately. Hell you guys might all be in the same room for all we know.

I will write full review in a bit. I like how angry black guy meets angry white guy. This shit just writes itself.

Down with the false idols!

May our partnership be benificial to us both....until you snap and go all fucking Rambo.

WRESTLER NAME: B17 HOMETOWN: Chicago HEIGHT: 6' 1" WEIGHT: 225 THEME SONG: Faint Linkin Park SIGNATURE MOVES(S) High knee and clothesline. Deadlift Gutwrench suplex. FINISHERS(S) Frog Splash 1 NOTABLE FUEDS: ACCOLADES: Biography: Four year military vet (air force). Great Grandfather flew in WWII Bomber Squadron 324th. Pilot of Chicago Belle. B17 is a strong mix of athletic skills with aerial ability. However he lacks technical ability and any true identity in the ring. He began training at 15 but joined the military at 18. He continued his training after serving his contract and enrolling at UW Madison. A very smart and thoughtful wrestler. He strongly dislikes guys who let their ego get the best of them. He acknowledges that wrestling has undergone a transformation. Fans are smarter and they want to be entertained not have their intellect insulted, therefore he works hard to ensure that every match is a dramatic spectacle and every promo is filled with sincerity.

B-17 Flying High Part 2 By Scott Lawrence Apologies in advance, this post is decidedly gushier than the last one. Of course it’s by design. But, it basically all boils down to a single statement: B-17 is going to be a mega star… There, you can stop reading now and it won’t matter to me. My topic sentence has been read, and I’ve got your click… … … Still reading? Good. When asked to roll I just assumed it was a way for Caine to avoid the interview. He didn’t seem bored, but he certainly seemed restless. His eyes were screaming “let’s move, let’s move.” So I obliged and twenty minutes later I’m wearing some dudes sweat pants and a spare hoodie from, well, I don’t actually know where. Cool, cool. I just assume I’m gonna do some basic stuff, maybe run the ropes a bit, maybe a headlock. Whatever, I’m just out there to take up space. How I was wrong. “Whip me into the ropes!” Caine screams at me after he jumps up from hurdlers stretches. Well shit, I’ve never done this. Seen it plenty, but never done it. So I mimic what I’ve been watching for years. Caine goes with the whip and bounces off the opposite ropes. Here I am with a 220 pound man running towards me. Powerfully built, hair whipping around. I’m an "American" 180. I’m dead. “Shoulder tackle me!” He shouts. So I channel my 10-year-ago high school football career and meet him shoulder to shoulder. He goes down like he ran into a wall. CRACK. He lands on the mat. You never realize quite how loud it is until your standing right above it. “Over me to the ropes!” Once again, I don’t quite know, but years of watching wrestling has partially prepared me. Over he rolls to his belly while I jump over and bend into the ropes before coming back (holy shit those ropes hurt like hell). “Duck under,” he yells before launching himself clear over me. I’m 5’10’’ by the way and he didn’t need much push off. So to the opposite side I run (winded by this time) and on the way back he screams out again “tackle me again!” This went on for close to two hours. It’s just the perfect example of who Caine is and who B-17 will be. I saw a recording of us afterwards and he made me look good! And he looked good doing it! I spoke with him briefly before leaving with promises to return to complete the interview. Lawrence: Why would you roll with someone that’s never been out there before? Caine: Why not? You’re obviously a fan of wrestling, you’ve got to love it in your own way? Lawrence: Sure, sure. Weren’t you afraid of getting hurt? Caine: CRACKS A BIG SMILE If I can’t handle your ass, I’m rather screwed facing professionals aren’t I? You, at least, listened. I’ve worked with guys that wouldn’t talk before, during, or after. They just did their shit. Unprofessional as hell. I don’t think a lot of people realize that this is a complicated dance done on a live stage. Lawrence: Wow, that’s a fancy way of saying it’s fake, isn’t it? Caine: STARES INTENTLY Hell no, that’s my way of saying people don’t respect how real it is. Leonardo DiCaprio gets 8 takes, I get one. Ballroom dancers get a sprain, I get a break. You’ve got to love it…or don’t do it. Lawrence: Is that what you mean by “live for you country, die for yourself? Caine: 100 percent. Die knowing you did what you loved. Part 3 to come after a long, much needed, rest.

An entertaining face I'd say.

Working as heel or face?

So your like 3 bad days away from going full on Deliverance?

Put your ball sack away, old man.

Video recording delivered to Bishop. B17 is revealed sitting in front of his locker at McManus Gym where he trains. B17: Well Looks around. Here I am from the solitude of my locker room. And while I could have just told you this face to face I can sense you have a thing for the dramatic...smiles I know hell better than your riddle of words. I know darkness better than your smoke and mirrors special effects. And from your deep breathing I certainly know cardio better than you. Stands up and walks out into the gym. Talk about death and hell all you want but one day you will face me and the only hell you will know is the flesh and blood that stands before you. Gestures to his body with a sweeping motion of his free hand. This flesh and blood has been left splattered across the mats. I'm talking real pain not the small cuts and sprains. I'm talking breaks and bruises. Tears and and tears...so leave the parlor tricks at home and forget about the demons. The real monsters are here...training. Not working in the editing room. Screen goes black as B17 covers the lenses.

Did I just watch dancing with the stars?

Do what I'm gonna do! Jump in and fuck it all up until someone tells me I'm wrong. Btw. You're military, I'm military gimmick. I smell a tag team brewing.

B17 Flying High Part 1 By Scott Lawrence Sitting behind a cluttered desk is a challenge for Jacob Caine. Known as B17, his name is more than just a name, it’s suggestive of the man he truly is. Ever in motion he seems oddly diminished sitting in a single place. As a matter of fact, he suggested this interview take place in segments. Considering how time consuming his training regiments are, I should consider myself lucky to even find Caine stationary after news of his signing with OCW. As his eyes continue to flicker to the dingy window that reveals a new batch of trainees making their way to the training ring I realize I have to move fast. Lawrence: You’re a relative unknown in the wrestling world. You’ve only been working the indy scene for a few years, yet you’re highly regarded by many pros. How have you accomplished so much in so little time? Caine: Well I’ve been busy. I started training when I was 15ish. And I spent some time stationed in Germany and Japan while in the Air Force. Lawrence: So you continued training while in the military? Caine: (RAISES EYEBROWS) Shit, as much as I could. Those guys in Japan. I mean, wow. I learned more from them in eight months then I did since I returned home. Lawrence: Did you take any grief for your choice in extracurricular activity? Caine: Oh, hell yeah. (SMILES AND NODS HIS HEAD) Look, my CO was a good guy and he didn’t care as long as my shit was done, but he would rib me every day. Actually I was stationed on base over Halloween a few years back and I was ordered to go in leotard pants….good times. Lawrence: Must have pictures of that somewhere? Caine: No, I burned that bullshit. Lawrence: So, pilot? Caine: Yes. Lawrence: College graduate? Caine: In a few months. Lawrence: In security engineering, correct? Caine: Yep. Lawrence: Professional wrestler? Caine: Working on it. Lawrence: Why? Caine: (THROWS BACK HEAD AND LAUGHS)[/b] Hmm, live for your country, die for yourself. Lawrence: What does that mean? Caine: (STANDS UP AND MOVES TO THE DOOR) How about we pick this up in about an hour? Want to roll with us? Lawrence….Um, sure. Part 2 coming soon.