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A lot to look forward to at Super Clash. The main event looks to give us the classic feud we were robbed of in real life.

Sid is a tough character to write. You have absolutely nailed it. Can't wait to see what he does next.

JYD is a great champ for your circuit. Always love Alberto Madril. Can't wait to see what comes next.

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year , everyone. Can't wait to see what everyone has in store.

Now is as good a time as any to make the following end of year cuts, to make way for the new draft picks. The following will be going to free agency, effective January 1st : Genichiro Tenryu Billy Black Louie Spicolli Glamour Boy Shane Sewell Makhan Singh Also effective January 1st, Art Barr, Jimmy Del Ray and Shinya Hashimoto will be going to the AWA.

(Reviewing things, realized that I had completely forgotten one of my intro videos. Sorry this comes out of order, folks) The scene comes up on a Rock club. The dance floor is full of people enjoying themselves. Then the music changes to start playing "Round & Round" by Ratt. A loud whoop is heard in the background. People start clearing off the floor, not because of the music but because of a new arrival. A man with a mullett, wearing a half shirt and cut off shorts, makes his way to the floor. Everyone, particularly the women, do everything they can to avoid them, but he pays it no mind. He just struts, jives, shimmies, and boogies to the music, happily dancing the night away. The text comes up : Dancing his way into Pacific Coast Wrestling ... Stevie Richards.

In these scenes, I kind of like thinking of Severn sort of like the dad in a family sitcom. He sits in his chair , reading his paper in silence ... but he always has sage, compassionate, thoughtful advice when the kids come to him needing help.

The scene comes up on a private beach. A luau is in full swing with plenty of party goers. A pig is roasting on a spit over a fire, and tables are piled high with food. Music is playing, and the camera passes by Tina Ferrari, dressed in a bikini top and grass skirt. She is joyfully dancing under a limbo stick held by two other party goers. Watching her are Scotty The Body and Chris Candido, both wearing Hawaiian shirts and, oddly, their own grass skirts. Candido is leading the cheers for Tina while Scotty is sulking. The camera pans over to Buddy Rose. He is wearing a tropical shirt and big Bermuda shorts. He grins broadly. Rose : Greetings! Throwing a party to celebrate the season and invited a bunch of our friends. It's amazing how many friends you turn out to have when you invite them to a party. But the Playboy Club has a reputation as the most fun loving group in PCW and we intend to live up to it! We may have taken some lumps lately, but we are never going to let that stop us from having a good time. A good time for our friends, a bad time for our enemies, that is the way! (The camera catches , in the background, an interloper at the feast. He is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, a kilt, and , of all things, a sombrero pulled down and blocking his face. Cradled in his arms are plates loaded up with plentiful food. He is still able to tip up the hat and wink to the camera) What? Who's that ... PIPER? Hey, you're not invited! Guys, get him! Somehow, without dropping any food, Roddy Piper goes tearing off, cackling all the way, his sombrero flying off behind him. The Playboy Club give chase, but he is a dot on the horizon.

The scene opens up in a Honolulu bar at night. The camera passes through the crowd of merry makers and finds a table at the back. Sitting at the table are Barry Windham, Lance Storm and Chris Jericho. There are several empties on the table in front of them, and while it is clear they have had a few under their belt, they are ready to go a lot further. Many pretty women pass by the table, smiling at the handsome young men, and while Windham does his best to ignore it, the Thrillseekers eagerly return the smiles to the ladies. Windham turns to the camera. Windham : Howdy! This is the first trip for the boys here to Hawaii, apart from Aloha Spectacular. But that was work, and this is vacation, so I figured I would introduce the to the night life. What a difference a year makes. At the end of 1989, the Brigade was on the ropes. It looked like it might be the end of the road. But then along came ... the Thrillseekers! (Storm and Jericho raise their bottles in a toast) Just the thing we needed! These guys were an absolute shot in the arm. The result was a great year, we all had big wins at San Diego Battleground, and have plenty of momentum going into the new year. Hoping all you great fans out there have an awesome year too. The Thrillseekers : (raising their bottles again) FERDA!!!!! Windham : (laughing) Ferda! .... whatever the hell that means.

The scene comes up in a Honolulu diner. Seated around a table are Pierre Carl Ouellet, Jason Jett, David Cash and Chris Hamrick. They all have glasses of soda in front of them, and the Money Train are looking apprehensive as the server puts in front of them big plates of french fries, cheese curds and gravy. PCO turns to the camera and grins. PCO : Salut! I figured I would take the time help my brothers here bulk up for the winter by introducing them to a fine Quebecois tradition : poutine! Jett : Ummm, won't this give us a heart attack? PCO : Courage, mon brave! This is just the thing to put some meat on those skinny bones of yours, and keep you warm through the cold winter nights. Cash : (muttering) But we're in Hawaii ... Hamrick : (eagerly tucking into the food) Hey, don't sweat it , buddy ... this is good! PCO : That's the spirit! Coming off a great year. I've made the best friends I could ever have hoped to make, and things are just going to keep getting better in the new year. (raising his glass of soda in salute) So , from all of us in the Money Train ... Joyeux Noel! The Money Train : (garbled by mouths stuffed with French Fries) Merry Christmas!

The scene starts at the beach in early morning. Jogging along by the water are Dan Severn, Steve Blackman, Shane Douglas and Big Bully Busick. They are all barefoot and wearing beach shorts, and they are all bare chested, except for Severn , who is wearing his Arizona State t-shirt as well as a small backpack. After a bit, Severn raised his hand and they stop jogging. Severn reaches into the backpack and gives them each a bottle of pineapple juice for refreshment before he turns to the camera. Severn : Hello there! Hawaii is a great place to relax ... and also a great place to stay fit. Nothing like a refreshing jog first thing in the morning to get the blood pumping. So, 1990 was an interesting year .... we had some great success, but also lost some people we thought were friends. But 1991 is coming, and the new year is a time for reflection and renewal. In the Citadel, we take pride in our accomplishments, and try to learn from our failures. I know that isn't always the easiest thing to do, and I know this can be a hard time of year for a lot of people. So I just want to say to anyone out there who may be struggling, you are valued. If you need help, reach out and you will find that there are many who will be there for you when you are down. Meanwhile, I can say for the rest of the Citadel, we are looking forward to doing our best for you in the new year. Happy Holidays, everyone!

The shot comes up. It's night time in Honolulu at an exclusive club. The cameraman is led to a very private room at the back. There, seated at a table , are Ted Dibiase , Gary Albright and David Young. Each of them has a plate with surf and turf in front of them, with bottles of champagne to quench their thirst. They are all dressed to the nines, although it seems like a tight fit for Albright. Dibiase looks up, frowns and nods. Dibiase : Ah, you. Right, I have been expecting you. Gary? (Albright gets up and stands beside the camera man) I will make this brief, as I have business to do. The year comes to an end, and the Terror Collective has accomplished a lot. True, there were some setbacks at the end, but they are only temporary. The traitors have been removed, and we will continue to dominate Pacific Coast Wrestling, as we are destined to. As we speak, the wheels are in motion to bring us to the next level of greatness. The Man Of Means has decreed it to be so. (The door leading into the room opens, but before the camera man can turn to see who it is, he is stopped by Albright) This interview is over. Gary? Albright puts his hand over the camera lens and the scene is cut off.

The scene comes up on Waikiki Beach. The camera shot follows down the beach and finds the members of the Peach Patrol good naturally tossing a football around. Oddly, Jushin Liger and Dragon Azul are still wearing their masks with their beach clothes. Stranger still, the Sandman is smoking through it all. The camera shot goes further down the beach and finds Trisa Hayes, lying on her stomach on a towel wearing a bikini , with Steven Regal and Tommy Dreamer on either side of her, sitting in beach chairs. Understandably, Trisa gets some admiring glances from male passers by, although a quick look from Regal and Dreamer is enough to send them on their way. Regal stares out at the ocean in a contemplative mood, and Dreamer turns to the camera. Dreamer : Hey there, fans. 1990 was an ... interesting year. The definition of up and down. Came in as Golden State Tag Team champs, but lost them to the OWC. Won some, lost some, got pretty banged up. Shane ... Shane, couldn't even go on this vacation, he was so badly hurt. Stuff like that can get you down, even make you think about changing your overall disposition. But don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing that to you. The good will of the fans means too much to me. When I started out as a wrestler, I promised I would do everything I could to keep on the straight and narrow path. And besides ... Trisa : Tommy, could you rub some lotion on my back? Regal smirks in the background. Tommy winks to the camera. Dreamer : Sometimes, virtue is its own reward. Merry Christmas, everyone!

If there were 3 people I would not want to run into in a parking lot armed with lead pipes, Dick Slater, Don Muraco and Ron Garvin would be very high on that list.

A junkyard at night. Large piles of metal junk all over the place. A bolt of lightning lights up the sky, showing a fit young man. Then a second. Then a third. They have severe looks on their faces. They are all wearing black leather vests and black trunks. A lingering bolt of lightning shows them all together, holding their fists out in a show of unity. When the next bolt strikes ... they have disappeared. The text comes up : Bringing new thrills to Pacific Coast Wrestling ... The Serial Thrillaz!