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It's Always Savagery in DTW
Topic Started: May 15 2018, 11:36 PM (53 Views)
The Outliers
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The loss at Union Battleground's War of the Worlds was taken in stride -- as anyone who knows The Outliers will personally tell you -- it's the thrill of the hunt, expanding personal thresholds, and providing top tier tag team savagery to the masses that keeps them giving blood.

Since turning over their Battalion titles in Dublin a little over a week ago, The Outliers have spent their time regrouping in Chicago -- the city in which the duo met, and where their team was founded. It has always held a space for them to unwind and reflect; it contains all of those magical frequencies that Corrupts and Grin both felt they occasionally needed to rediscover as a team in order to continue evolving. So many strong feelings and crucial career moments associated with Chicago, that like moths to a flame they've been drawn back to re-ignite them before rounding the next corner. It was the ideal pit stop en route to Tokyo for the conclusion of Carnage Carnival, where they were slated to make their first defense since winning the Tornado Tag Championships at Vile and Wild back in March.

During their last night of shenanigans in the 312, while attending a death metal show in the Logan Square neighborhood, The Outliers ran into longtime friend and former Slaughterhouse Wrestling journalist, Gretchen Delamere. The completely random and chance encounter caught them all off guard, but a couple PBR's and a few vape loads later, and the warm reunion found itself on a train for the airport -- bound for Tokyo.



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chicago. il
5. 16. 18


It was almost four in the morning, and inside one of the nearly vacated subway train cars of Chicago’s Blue Line transit system, an automated announcement message comes through.

"Your safety is important. If you observe unattended packages, vandalism, or suspicious activity, inform CTA personnel immediately."

The intercom clicks off, but is immediately followed up with a manual communication by the train operator.

"Welcome to Line 225. Next stop will take you to O’hare Airport. Scheduled travel time is about 25 minutes. Northbound to O'Hare. Watch the doors, doors are closing."

The ragtag triad of misfits move passed the few slumped over, late night stragglers on board and make their way toward the back, settling on a cluster of empty blue seats opposite each other and facing in toward the aisle. They toss what little luggage they brought aside to get comfortable, and like clockwork, the mechanism sounds and the doors systematically slide shut; friction builds between the tracks as the wheels turn, creating a low groan upon departure.

GRETCHEN: I haven't done anything like this in a while, I'm sooo glad I let you guys talk me into it, though! It's exciting! And how fucking serendipitous that we even run into each other?! Happened all the time back in the day, but things are a bit different now, you know what I mean?

Being several years their elder, the role of big sister always seemed to fit Gretchen like a glove, and it was clear by her expression that she missed not seeing them as often as she used to. "The Hardcore Historian" has been an avid supporter of The Outliers since the beginning -- Corrupts especially. Key to the Chicago scene for many years and legendary figure in her own right, Gretchen watched on as HWC cut his teeth locally; putting a stamp on the Midwest with his own brand of bizarre, now more commonly known as Strange Style.

CORRUPTS: Fuckin' A, Gretch! Shit was meant to be! This trip is gonna be heroic! You're right, though, the touring has been fuckin' incessant. Working two promotions, at the level we compete, is a serious commitment. Like, no joke, requires some next level dedication. And we're stoked to do it, it's just -- as you could imagine, doesn't leave time for much else. Unfortunately.

Nodding ardently, and preparing to bring the hammer down, Gretchen throws her stupid thick dreads over her shoulder and ties them back.

GRETCHEN: No time of any kind, UNLESS it's getting arrested in a foreign country, ammirite?! Weren't you numbskull's detained in London a few weeks ago? For, let me get this straight, chucking spliffs of medical grade dank to the crowd?! Jesus. Honestly, I don't know where your heads were at on that one. You're both lucky as hell, 'cause ya got outta that one damn near scot-free. Coulda' been super bad.

The Outliers had a hunch this would inevitably come up, and they both take their medicine accordingly. With their mouths shut -- at least to start -- Corrupts fidgets with a scab on his arm, and Sawtooth puts his hand on his forehead, shielding himself from making direct eye contact. Breaking the silence, HWC comes with the levity he's so well known for..

CORRUPTS: C'mon! It was four-twenty! What did you expect?! I mean, they definitely got their moneys worth, you can't argue that! And Uh, wellll, if it's not medical grade, what the fuck is it?!

Snickering under her breath, Gretchen shakes her head as she puts a middle finger in the air. Without giving her a chance to retort, and in attempt to dodge anymore heat, Sawtooth, very blatantly, switches gears.

GRIN: AAYYYEEE!!! It's your very first DTW show! How about THAT shit?!

Shooting to his feet, Sawtooth swiftly jumps up on his seat. He pulls the longshoreman beanie from his head, and waving it like a flag, he points Gretchen out to the handful of passengers on the other end of the train.

GRIN: FOLKS; FOLKS!! WE GOTTA FIRST TIMER OVER HERE!!

Once Sawtooth realizes he's elicited nothing more than a few irked grunts from the stirring riders, he drops down with a smile and takes up his spot next to his partner.

GRETCHEN: Looks like none of these dead asses seem to care, Ernie! How rude. That's okay, though, 'cause I'm over the moon about it! Sincerely! I've been wanting to see a Death Trip show for-fucking-ever! There's fighters from the old Slaughter crew on this card I haven't seen in forever, too. I'm looking forward to catchin' up with all of 'em. Not to mention, Riddick and Teiji are on that night?! I gotta try to keep my shit together or I'm liable to fan girl the fuck out when I meet them! I'm almost gonna need a goddamn itinerary with all the shit I'm wanting to do over there. Which reminds me, you guys usually kick back in Tokyo for a while afterward, ain't it?

Whenever she talked about the sport, she did so with an unbridled enthusiasm few could match -- it was infectious. And it was one of the reasons The Outliers got such of a kick out of her. Gretchen was on her way to having the time of her life, and they knew it. The duo let out a string of obnoxious cackles, and lean in to nudge elbows.

GRIN: Yeah, that's usually how we do. Thing is, I gotta Caged Glory number one contender fight in Vegas at the end of the month I still need to put in work for, and you know camp's in Portland. No worries, though. You're gonna get your fill, it's gonna be an experience, aaannnd you're gonna love every minute. We promise.

Corrupts nods in agreement as he rifles through the side pocket of his skatepack sitting on the floor next to him. He comes up with a handful of stickers, one being a limited DTW Carnage Carnival promotional decal that he peels and proudly slaps on the window.

CORRUPTS: Yeah, the finale for this thing is gonna be fucking SICK! You current on the show so far, Gretch? The first eleven nights?

Playfully rolling her eyes, Gretchen sighs as she readjusts, crossing her legs the opposite way.

GRETCHEN: Seriously?! Like you even have to ask! You know, I've streamed a shit ton of shows as of late, you guys, it's what I do! And I've always been super impressed with any Death Trip show I sit down to watch. But this one is gonna stick with me for a loonnnggg time! It's been maddening! In the last couple years, I can't recall any promoter anywhere that has attempted to do what Yamashi has done with Carnage Carnival. And from a fan standpoint, it's been one-hundred percent successful. Shit, I wasn't even sure how the roster was gonna swing it, taking all that damage and the quick turnaround, but they did. Every last one of those boys and ghouls came prepared and ready to beast! Now, I'll always be bias, but this title match you got with Filth Parade and The Badd Breed is gonna steal night twelve. There's just too much talent involved for it not to! And not to add any pressure, but after all the blood's been shed, I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a fat chapter in the deathmatch history books dedicated to the whole fucking affair. Straight up.

Bias or not, coming from someone they couldn't possibly have anymore respect for, the vote of confidence going into the big event on May twenty-second meant the absolute world to The Outliers. Resting an elbow on his knee, Sawtooth bends forward and reaches into the aisle with his free hand, shaking the toe of Gretchen's red Doc Marten as a gesture of appreciation.

GRIN: High praise, man, we'll take it! Yo, you could be our greatest asset, our secret weapon! Not only are you a walking, talking hype package, but you're tenure at Slaughterhouse could prove to be quite the advantage -- if you'd just SPILL.. YOUR.. GUTS!

Silence cuts through as the reference takes them all by surprise; eyeballs bounce back and forth between the friends before they finally lose it and bust up.

GRETCHEN: Fuckin' Mike O'Malley??!!?! DO YA HAVE IT!!

Wiping away the tears of laughter, Gretchen hops back on topic.

GRETCHEN: Rebel and Josh are my friends, man! I know you're playin', but even if you weren't, I wouldn't have nothin' but praise for the way both them dudes compete. Slaughter might not have been as bananas as Death Trip, but trust me when I tell you, it was pretty damn close, and they put it all out there EVERY week! For as long as it lasted, they were a pleasure to be able to watch perform on a regular basis. Josh, that wiry motherfucker, is merciless in the ring and as determined as they come. And his work ethic and fighting style ended up taking him all the way to the top. Rebel on the other hand, is more of a journeyman, and I mean that in the best possible way. I think it goes without sayin', but underestimating Rebel would be a fools mistake and could end up costin' ya. Far as chemistry goes, they got it! They've worked side by side loads of times, and even held the CWC trios titles together for a good little stretch. Like I said, it's the talent attached to this co-main that makes it so compelling. Granted, I don't know too much about Badd Breed, but I have seen them work online. I'd say they're most certainly the dark horse in this one, but they seem intense, so that could really make shit interesting. To be honest, it's a dream match up for any true fan, and anyone not hip to it can rot. When you pit three teams of consummate professionals against each other in the name of championship competition, fireworks fucking ensue, gentleman. It never fails, and that's what we got on our hands right here. Let that shit be known!

CORRUPTS: Uhh, all this talk has got me LEGIT harder than a horseshoe right now!! We're gonna be at the airport in a few minutes and there's only one remedy I can think of! IT'S.. SHOWTIME!!

Gretchen had helped HWC cut promos all the time early in his career, and knew exactly what "showtime" meant. She jumps into action immediately, digging her phone out of her band and graps patch-covered messenger bag. Sawtooth, barely able to contain himself, falls to his knees to unearth an overstuffed military style duffle bag that's buried under the duo's skateboards. The zipper catches, but finally opens far enough to pull the DTW Tornado Tag Team titles out, hoisting them both overhead as he rises to his feet.

GRIN: YEEAAH, BABY! LET'S PROMO THE SHIT OUTTA THIS TRAIN!

Priding themselves on their ability to cut footage at the drop of a dime, The Champs were accustom to the chaotic nature, and thrived on impromptu promos. The gang huddle around the rear section of the train, using their bodies to quarter off the area. Sawtooth underhand heaves Corrupt's strap to him, they both blow a couple kisses to each other, and finally take their positions.

GRETCHEN: Almost ready, boys.

Thumbing through her phone she chooses an old school VHS camcorder app. The image quality was warm and hazy, as if you were watching everything in a sauna. Distorted, washed-out glitch lines, and a pixelated timestamp in the lower left-hand corner complete the distinctive lo-res look. Going one step further, Gretchen cues another app that rolls Japanese subtitles.

GRETCHEN: SPEED!


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With his title over his shoulder and a hand on the standing passengers strap suspended from the ceiling, Corrupts talks directly to the viewers..

CORRUPTS: Alright zip up your pants and pay attention or just go back to jerkin' off. Get outta here. Beat it. Literally. The internet is a bottomless pit of pornography and we can't compete with that, I mean nothing can. But if you must.. far be it from us to stop you. And if you're actually with another person, just be mindful of your own anatomical limits, health and safety should be a major priority, deciding on a safe word would also be a good idea. And may a good time be had by all.

GRIN: What's the best baby makin' music, Crupts?

CORRUPTS: That’s easy. The best baby making music is quite simply the sound of my own voice singing Ace Of Base’s “All That She Wants”. If anybody out there would like to make a baby, I will gladly swing on by and serenade you and your lover with my angelic voice while the two of you (or maybe three of you?) engage in dirty animalistic coitus. I think that my voice definitely aids in the fertilization process. I sing as the sperm rides the rhythms and does the dance of life all the way to the egg.

GRIN: Just imagine what you could do if you applied your talents to something worthwhile.. the world may never know..

The Outliers slap the faceplates of their titles.

CORRUPTS: Well, the world knows that we're numero uno in DTW now don't they. Although, Riddick and Narwin did do a fuckin' number on us. They messed us up real good, but in the end we managed to walk away unfazed with our hands raised.. AND NEW!

GRIN: Unfazed? Sure. But by no means unscathed.. not even close, BUD! Not this time. So let's not sell 'em short.. after all, Ultraviolence Union taught us a very valuable lesson--

Sliding in front of his partner to quickly interject without interrupting Grin's flow..

CORRUPTS: One I'm currently having a hard time recalling, but based on the amount of repeated blunt force trauma I was subjected to, it should come as no surprise..

GRIN: Well allow me to refresh your memory, amigo, while informing our lovely viewers of our important take-away. It's simple really: be creative and don't settle for the first, worst thing that comes to mind. There's something darker.. more awful.. more wretched lurking in there somewhere. You just have to be willing to dig a little deeper to find it. In other words, if you want unique, fresh forms of violence.. you have to plunge into the undergrowth of the mind and spirit.. and route new maps to dark, undiscovered places.

CORRUPTS: Tell me about it, they couldn't have plunged that kenzan any deeper into my forehead unless they used a cinder block..

GRIN: Uh, hate to break it to ya there, buckaroo, but they did use a cinder block.

Slowly rubbing the top of his head..

CORRUPTS: Huh. Well that explains the headaches.. and the missing time. Maybe my subconscious did me a favor by repressing that part of the match.. probably for the best. But Lord knows I'll be rooting around my own undergrowth, weeding out shards of glass and finding cuts and contusions hiding in previously uncharted regions of my body for the foreseeable future..

Rotating his jaw while massaging his temples..

CORRUPTS: And please, don't say break..

GRIN: Yup, yup. Battered, bruised, bloodied, but never broken. And like I mentioned, we actually managed to pick up a few things that are sure to come in handy.. sure to make the bodies drop.

CORRUPTS: We were The Karate Kid and Double-U were like some sick, twisted, bizarro version of Mr. Miyagi.. if Mr. Miyagi was TERRIBLE at ornamental horticulture -- the kenzan in my head being the prime example here -- AND if he was a psychotic murder machine who enjoyed turning people's skulls into bowls of liquefied Jell-O before cracking them open like Gallagher with a Sledge-O-Matic and a watermelon. Which is still up for debate I might add..

GRIN: Yeah, jury's still out on that one.. but those boys are the most sadistic bastards we've ever crossed dicks with. Trust. They're the kind of guys that will tear your skin from bone just 'cause it's cold and they need a coat. Riddick hits so hard he could rearrange your DNA.. and Narwin could headbutt a comet and not ask for so much as a Tylenol. I mean we haven't been knocked on our asses like that since we were young'uns. Turns out it's just like riding a bike, though, you never forget how. But damn, those two lunatics are, without a doubt, our kinda scum -- fearless and inventive. It was a pleasure and an honor, sirs. Thank you for your fine hospitality and all the gloriously vivid and violent memories -- we'll cherish them forever.

CORRUPTS: Hold 'em close..

Was he actually looking back fondly at the supreme carnage that took place at Vile and Wild? Or was it more like PTSD? Maybe just spacing out? Lost in a moment of pensive silence? Too much acid? Your guess is as good as anyone's and theories bloom as the seconds decompose.. awkwardly.. until..

After waving a hand in front of HWC's vacant eyes and snapping his fingers, Sawtooth sees no other option except the Rip City Slap which lands flush, right across the puss.

GRIN: Sorry, everyone.. technical difficulties, he may or may not have dissociative amnesia, we're waiting on the doctor's full assessment.

CORRUPTS: I blinked and two lumberjacks with blacked-out eyes and beards that looked like chimney sweeps were performing Hell's waiting room Muzak while the prostrating masses burst into flames at their feet. The doctor says it's temporary, though so don't sweat it, O'Flaherty.. I still remember how to put on socks.. well, sort of. I did have a little mix up when I walked out the house lookin' like the Chili Peppers circa 1983. Completely nude 'cept a lone tube sock -- a sock worn, not on my foot, mind you, where a sock would normally be worn, but wrapped around my dong like a sausage casing.

GRIN: You better hope that shit's temporary.. I only see this escalating and Illinois is talking about the death penalty again, so I hope you get it all out of your system.

CORRUPTS: I don't give a rat's BOOT.. I think we're being led by insane people for insane objectives and the insane thing is, I'm the one liable to be locked up for expressing that. We're gonna be in Japan anyways. The beautiful people of Japan love that wacky, insane shit.. besides, by the time things take a turn for the worse, we'll be in the ring. What better place to have a psychological breakdown or an unprovoked homicidal episode than in a DTW ring. Besides, where would Death Trip be without the troublemakers.. the rule breakers. That's what we adore about it; we get to loosen our ties and unbutton our collars. We can explore just a little bit more and just have fun without any boundaries or restrictions. We're able to stay true to ourselves in a place where that's celebrated. Now that's a beautiful thing. To be nobody but yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else.

GRIN: And why would you ever want to be someone else? We're arguably the best tag team in the world and anybody who wants to argue that can make themselves known -- preferably within range of our fists. We've been in front of the hottest crowds, we're one of the most in-demand tag teams in the world, without hyperbole, and all of that can be credited to the hard work we’ve put in. Our fans are amazing and truly unbelievable to us. And they follow us everywhere we go. Every little town they’re like, “Here we, here we, here we fuckin' go!” and we’re like, "How do you know about us?" It blows our mind, really. We've worked the Sumo Hall many times and our fans have high expectations.. and we have no intentions of letting them down.

CORRUPTS: But even if it’s the smallest town in the world, just know that if we’re on the card, we’re gonna kill it. That’s just what we do. It’s not a cocky, arrogant, brash thing to say -- well, yeah it is I guess -- but that’s just the way we are. We’re gonna go out there, you're gonna get our absolute best, and then we’re gonna haul ass to the next town on two hours sleep and do it all over again. That’s how much we love our art. We just.. we love this. We wouldn’t be here today if we didn’t love it.

CORRUPTS: And I think that’s the beauty of it. You can see us in front of 15,000 people, or literally the next weekend you can go to a bar and watch us wrestle in front of 150 people. And we’re still gonna go out there and blow it up. We always say we don’t have a “switch". We don’t know how to turn it off and go, "Y'know what? Let’s just slow it down tonight."

GRIN: Let’s just phone it in.

CORRUPTS: Yeah, it’s like, Y'know what? Those 150 people came to see us, and they probably watched our match in front of 15,000 people. They wanna see The Outliers shine, so let’s sear the fuck outta their optic nerves.

GRIN: Let's go supernova until we collapse in on ourselves and give birth to a black hole. Draw 'em in and swallow 'em whole. It’s almost to the point where it’s killing us -- our style, our reputation works against us. It's put years on our clock. We’ve booked ourselves into a corner where we have to perform like that every single night. But you know what? We love it. We couldn’t go out there and give them just a half-hearted, half-assed version of ourselves because people would see right through it.

The warmth with which they speak about wrestling, the love they have for their art, and the genuine gratitude they have towards their fans is amazing when you consider they’re also the smarmiest, most intentionally and effectively obnoxious little shitheels in the biz.

GRIN: See, lots of people win a belt and they lose that hunger, that fire.. fear not Filth Parade.. be still Badd Breed.. that ain't us. We're just as fired up to defend them as we were to win 'em. That hunger, that energy is with us every time we step into the ring and extends to our appetite for knowledge. We have a legit hunger to get better and that's why we don't plateau, we just continue to grow. We know that just because something works, doesn't mean it can't be improved. And as lifelong students of tag team wrestling and its many oddities and intricacies, we're never finished learning.. evolving. That's why we never lose.. not really. We either win or we learn.

CORRUPTS: And if you bothered paying attention you'd know that our recent loss wasn't the type of defeat that would take us back to the drawing board. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was the kinda loss that makes you say, "Look, we didn't get beat up, we didn't get hurt, we didn't get outworked.. we actually walked away feeling strong despite dropping the belts.. we can fix this." We pick up the pieces and move forward. It doesn't matter what cards we’re dealt, it's how we play the hand. And we've still got a few aces up our sleeves. Just a few little tweaks and we're good to go: leaner, meaner and readier than ever to destroy everything in our path.

GRIN: Next stop, Badd Breed and The Filth Parade. Y'know we tend to stay under a lot of people's radars until we're standing across the ring from 'em and there's a certain strength in that. When you don't think about an opponent, when you overlook a fighter.. that's when they're at they're best. You're never stronger than when your opponents think you're weak. And after our recent crack-up you guys might be underestimating us, but that would be a big fuckin' mistake.

GRIN: 'Cause it's always the ones you don't see comin' that hit the hardest. And you never know what to expect from us, shit even we don't, and where we're at mentally right now, shit.. gonna be an ominous and daunting task for any competitor, best believe.

CORRUPTS: And you know that insatiable hunger we mentioned earlier? That also applies to our appetite for destruction. So let me tell you boys it's not gonna be all flowers and sausages, kitty cats and gum drops, peaches, cream and placenta. No sirs. Our palettes are wet with atrocity; it's gonna be some Faces of Death type shit. The end of Carrie type shit. The sort of thing you have to lock the doors and close the curtains on because if anybody saw you watching, God would hafta strike you down with a thunderbolt. It's gonna spiral so far outta control, so quickly that they're gonna put a crack in that timekeeper's bell trying to gain order and quell the ensuing chaos. And good luck with that.

In a fit of jubilant, blissful rage..

CORRUPTS: We are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams and we're here to crush yours. We are PURE imagination.. and devastation. We're a fuckin' nightmare dressed as a daydream. We're the conductors of the choir of death and we are here to create a sweet symphony of your screams. Sing brothers, sing!

GRIN: Uh huh, that's right. You tell 'em. Tell 'em it's time to take it to the next level, y'all. With just the slightest change in angle, our point of attack becomes imperceptible; with just the slightest shift in approach and execution all your obvious and transparent strategies.. all those carefully crafted plans and grand designs become nothing more than hopeless attempts to delay the inevitable. There's gonna be nothing cute about what we do to you in that ring, just awful horror.

CORRUPTS: BADD BREED.. FILTH PARADE.. We pass like a fever dream, we move like dark matter.. you won't be able to tell whether we're astral projecting, calculating infinity or your imminent death. We'll escape your field of vision like ghosts. You won't even be able to see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? You won't. We have the overall quality of something slipping through your fingers, guys.. like a memory that you're struggling to cling onto.. these championship straps being no different.

CORRUPTS: And when your confidence dissolves and melts away like it never existed, with the certainty of violence drawing closer with every passing second.. at that moment you'll realize you've just crossed the fucking Rubicon. You're in over your heads and there's no turning back. Point of no return.. take a deep breath before the plunge. 'Cause whatever that cold river takes.. she keeps.

THE OUTLIERS: Best not jump in if you're not prepared to drown.

GRIN: But we know you're ready.. and that's good 'cause you're gonna get the absolute best version of The Outliers on May 22nd at the Ryōgoku Sumo Hall. We're gonna show the world what is alive inside us, not what the world says we should be. Our true self.. 'cause when we're just bein' us, there's not a team alive that can stop us. We are Outliers. We are free. Free to do whatever we want, however we want.. and we want to destroy you in the most beautiful way imaginable.


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