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Back in the early 1980s my parents entered into, and won, a competition. To this day the only time this happened that I’m aware of, despite many more competition attempts being submitted.

The prize? The newly rebranded Atari 2600 (previously the Atari Video Computer System). A chronically and often seriously unwell child (a story for another time), I spent a great deal of my early years in hospital, a hospital which as luck would have it, had been donated an older model Atari VCS, later upgraded to the more slimline ‘Atari 2600 Jr’ though by that point I no longer required hospital treatment and could play my very own Atari 2600!

Anyone familiar with the Glasgow of the 80’s and 90’s will be familiar with ‘The Barras’ an hybrid open air/ under cover market situated on the eastern side of the city centre. A unique blend of 100% legal market traders, actual shops, antique dealers, cafes and of course, everything illegal you could possibly think of, if you knew where to look and/ or who to ask. Every few months my dad would take me to the Barras Market, both so he could stock up on tobacco and so that we could look for Atari 2600 cartridges. I don’t think he knew how much it meant to me that we did this. Given that he’s no longer with us, he never will. RIP Dad.

I still have *an* Atari 2600. It’s not the original I had back then, that’s long gone, I also still have a load of cartridges. I also still have *a* Commodore C64 and many more cassettes for it than cartridges for the Atari. Both power up and have loaded anything I’ve tried to load however given their age, both are one less than perfect power up away from silicon heaven. I’ll retain that degree of plausible ignorance. I’d like to say it was because I had an epiphany and meticulously collected and kept in pristine condition all the retro gaming things in order to have a video game collection worth millions but the less exciting truth is that my grandparents were big car boot fans and at least once per visit, of which there could be several in any given year, in the late 80s/ early 90s, we would end up going to at least one car boot sale where Atari cartridges and/ or Commodore 64 cassettes could be picked up in large quantities for very little cost, so long you didn’t mind the lack of original packaging. Luckily the same car boot sales also had a similarly large quantity of music cassettes cases and what I believe were 8 track album storage boxes which were surprisingly good for keeping otherwise unprotected video game cartridges safe and secure.

With patience, eBay is (or can be) a decent source of the same and you’ll, increasingly less often, find that bulk lots of cartridges/ cassettes can be gathered for surprisingly little cost, if you are willing to accept that you may end up with only a few working titles and zero packaging/ manuals/ etc.

The next obvious solution is emulation. We could argue back and forth over the legalities of emulation but my philosophy is simply IF I own the original title, in its original physical format, I see no compelling argument why I should not be able to play that same title in a digital format via emulation if that’s more convenient.

One absolute boon is the fact that many of these titles are now legitimately available through platforms such as Steam meaning there’s no legal argument whatsoever, I own* a legal version of the game in its release format, which I can play on my computer with no need for emulation or moral quandary.

A few years ago I formed a gaming group called “Gamers Without Shoes”, if you look hard enough, remnants of this group can still be found online. Whether I opt to do the same in future is not yet decided. What I do plan on though, is to play and hopefully capture video of said play, even more hopefully with others.

I’m a retro gamer, and proud of it.

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With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris

The broadcast begins with Matt Rehwoldt, joined by Tom Hannifan, informing us that this is the new beginning, this is TNA Genesis, fair.

Camryn Wright sings the ‘murican national anthem, to a mostly respectful crowd, though there is occasional crowd response to certain words which was odd but anyway.

It is 19 January 2025, we are live from the Curtis Culwell Center in Garland, Texas, with a pleasingly healthy sized crowd. We’ve heard a lot less from TNA in the past year than we had from their previous 2+ decades, and that’s a good thing.

Match #1 sees TNA X Division Champion, Moose (whose entrance music is a surprisingly catchy version of what feels like a Mozart piece. I’m sadly not sufficiently cultured that I can place the specific score, and it’s really going to bug me until I figure it out but I digress. Moose defeated Ace Austin to retain. I’m not particularly familiar with either but they did good. If I can find a reliable means of (legally) obtaining regular video of TNA I’d be happy to watch both regularly.

Match #2 pit The System (whom I believe Moose is also part of?) of Brian Myers & Eddie Edwards against Eric Young & Steve Maclin. Young & Macklin won. Again, not familiar with at least half these guys. Young and Myers were part of WWE for a while and I know Edwards from Ring Of Honor but Steve Maclin is almost completely unknown. The action is ‘grittier’ but two matches in and I have no complaints.

Match #3 is ‘Spitfire’ (the UK’s Dani Luna, and Jody Threat) the TNA Women’s Tag Team Champions Vs. Ash by Elegance (formerly Dana Brooke in WWE) and Heather by Elegance. Dani Luna was passable but the match was just painful. I don’t like to just state ‘this was bad’ without just reason but this was bad. On the plus side, Ash by Elegance did not spend any time flexing for no reason so that was nice.

Apparently ‘earlier tonight’ Frankie Kazarian defeated Leon Slater, so that was a thing which would have been nice to see.

Match #4 is Jordynne Grace, who I need to say I prefer with brown hair but, she’s a muscley little thing and I’d be scared to wrong her, against Tessa Blanchard, who ‘is a racist’ according to the Dallas crowd. I had heard rumblings of unpleasantness but neither are UK-based and I’ve not really followed either with any great interest. Blanchard takes the win by Pinfall.

‘The Walking Weapon’ (where I am from, you would absolutely NOT be referring to yourself as a weapon but each to their own) Josh Alexander against Mike Santana, whom I am vaguely familiar with from his LAX days) in an “I Quit” match is match #5. This was just brutal, in the best possible way. Santana in particular had some colourful ways of informing the referee that in fact no, he did not wish to quit. Santana wins after threatening to have Alexander ‘bite the curb’ (ring steps) while his hands were zip-tied behind his back. Post-match, true to his word, Alexander shakes Santana’s hand, endorsing him as the standard. He also ‘quits TNA’. Drama.

Match #6 gives us the TNA World Tag Champs, The Hardys against The Rascalz. All 4 have had time in WWE, though I don’t believe either team were there at the same time as the other. Matt no longer seems to be ‘broken’ though still does the ‘delete’ gestures during his entrance, as does Jeff, with considerably less gusto. Before the match can begin though, ‘Fraxiom’ (WWE’s Axiom and Nathan Frazier, the NXT Tag Champs) place a couple folding chairs at the bottom of the ramp and get an up close and personal perspective of the match. Drama again. Of course, the rumour mills are in full force, asserting that the WWE/ TNA working relationship is simply a precursor to WWE buying TNA, time will tell. Mid match, Trey Miguel inadvertently dives through the ropes onto Fraxiom, leading to them being escorted backstage. I understand there may be a cross-promotional storyline there so this will probably play out on NXT at some future date. A decent match, with the Hardys being noticeably slower than in their heyday. A swanton bomb is all she wrote though as the Hardys retain.

In a Knock Outs Championship match, Masha Slamovich downed Rosemary in a Clockwork Orange House Of Fun match to retain. This was brutal. Both these women are simply insane.

Main event time, and I believe in Joe Hendry as he challenges Nic Nemeth for the TNA World Championship. The one major criticism I had about Joe Hendry, aside from him being born circa 50 miles too far to the East, was that he sells like John Cena, which is to say, badly. I’d be lying if I said the match was anything other than decent but, an entire show with (almost) no matches which were anything less than decent isn’t a bad situation to be in. I rather like 2025’s TNA. I digress however for, after 19 minutes and 8 seconds we have our second* ever Scottish World Heavyweight Champion of the modern professional wrestling era, as Joe Hendry scores the Pinfall victory to raise his first ever World Title.
*Yes, the UK Wrestling Archive do recognise the ICW World Heavyweight Championship, which currently has a Scottish title holder, and has previously had several others, however since they were no longer featured on the WWE Network, they no longer have what could realistically be considered a sizeable global audience.

I debated whether to post this review of TNA Genesis. It had neither the spectacular highs nor hilarious lows which other major promotions have been capable of the last few years. It just kinda was. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, especially when your aim is to steady and then grow your fanbase, something which Genesis did rather well. As I mentioned at the start of this writing, IF I can find a cost effective method of watching the weekly shows going forward, I’d be happy to do so, and you should too.

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Hello and welcome to “It’s My Life“. This ain’t a blog for the broken-hearted.

For many years I would start a project and then another, and another, and another, and… you get the idea. Each project was started with the best of intentions and sincere belief that this was the trigger point where I’d actively maintain the latest project AND retroactively flash out the old projects, bringing them up to standard. To a small degree this did work as described. Virtually ALL the projects have received some form of update or polish. Unfortunately most did not receive enough attention that this was immediately apparent.

For the first time in many, many years, I have the majority of my fragmented documents, files, and random scribblings, together in one (well, a handful of) place(s). The level of duplication is unpleasing but it’s manageable, and it’s coming down in scale. Which brings me on to the point.

I will endeavour to update at least one of the projects daily. Whether this is a blog post or some additional content being added, or really anything which is verifiable. A major edit to a previously published piece of content which increases the quality being a good example. Honestly, my reader count is so low, this will be a total insignificance. It will however be a recorded insignificance.

If you made it this far, consider leaving a comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome and it needn’t be positive. Don’t like something? Let me know. If you’re looking for more of my ramblings, a more in depth argument, or just want to berate me in a more public setting, consider joining the Infinite Realities Discord server where you can engage with members of the community and follow the general happenings. Alternatively, engage with the community on the subreddit.

With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris

Hello and welcome to “It’s My Life“. This ain’t a blog for the broken-hearted.

Oh, the weather outside was frightful, but the Wii is so delightful, and since we’ve no place to go, let’s play Mario Kart!

This child remembered there is a Wii sat under the living room TV, which is the only use for the living room TV these days. Following the discovery that the second Wii controller no longer actually functions, a series of single player Mario & Sonic At The Olympic Games attempts were made. The child insisted we watch every last second of gameplay and cutscene while she played but couldn’t skip through my World Record breaking (and headache inducing) triumph at the 100M fast enough.

After becoming bored with the virtual Olympics, though at one point she seemed to develop a genuine hatred for Bowser and wondered if her Épée would eventually break if she ‘just kept hitting him with it’, her attention turned to the only other game which was available, Mario Kart. Other games are in an unremembered box in a barely remembered cupboard and were not being looked for so early into the newly found Wii-interest.

After deciding that Donkey Kong (whom she called King Kong and would not be corrected) was the only viable racer and that I should simply watch her play she;

– Decided that every penguin on an Arctic track was called “Steve” and that she hated “Steve”, going out of her way to run into them any chance she got.
– Questioned why Toad’s name is “Toad” rather than “Mushroom Boy” because “he’s not a frog”.
– Would come to a dead stop after every power up collection until she determined what it was and then immediately use it regardless.
– Turned left for no good reason when the track either went straight or to the right.
– Drove into the water (or a hole) with an amazing frequency.
– Stopped mid race challenging the other drivers to a fight as they drove passed.
– Insisted that driving the wrong way would confuse the other drivers and cause them to eventually follow her lead, allowing her to ‘win easily’.
– Refused to accept that I knew what ‘SNES Ghost Valley 2’ was and that I had driven the same track more than 30 years ago because ‘Mario wasn’t a thing that long ago’.
– Demanded to know why she had no points when she was ‘obviously the best driver’. She actually had 6 but those 6 were accumulated through perhaps 12 unrelated races.

I may have missed a couple but still, a bit of screen time never did me any harm…

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With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, Let It Snow, but also, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris

Hello and welcome to “It’s My Life“. This ain’t a blog for the broken-hearted.

It was officially NOT a white Christmas, it was also officially NOT a white Hogmanay. It WAS however a white weekend. As promised I took the child to a local park and, may have impressed myself with my consistent aim with a series of snowballs at a relative small target, a consistency which I am happy to confirm remained even as she was actively running away.

If you made it this far, consider leaving a comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome and it needn’t be positive. Don’t like something? Let me know. If you’re looking for more of my ramblings, a more in depth argument, or just want to berate me in a more public setting, consider joining the Infinite Realities Discord server where you can engage with members of the community and follow the general happenings. Alternatively, engage with the community on the subreddit.

With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris

Hello and welcome to the debut of “It’s My Life“. This ain’t a blog for the broken-hearted.

An irregular blog series where I journal my thoughts, document my encounters, and generally vent, with a gentle smattering of pop culture references. Real names of others will be obfuscated to protect the innocent, locations will be generalised, there will be no body count*.

This initial post post is likely to be considerably longer than the norm, firstly to allow me to set expectations and secondly, simply so that I do not burn myself out and/ or apply undue pressure to perform.

It was late-2019, I made a passing comment about 2020 being synonymous with ‘perfect vision’ and vowed to end the bad habits, embrace clean healthy living and do my bit to ensure I was around to witness my child, hereafter known as ‘the child’ grow up. Then, well then 2020 hit and wasn’t that a pretty awful year for us all? Almost 4 years on and I for one, am not yet back on an even footing.

A few days ago, a childhood friend replied to a post on social media, a post which was not directed to me, about me, or which he would have any expectations I would see. His name is not important, nor is the content of the post, and neither will be shared. His profile picture though, contained text which read “I am who I am. Your approval isn’t needed”. For whatever reason that resonated with me and, long story short, here we are.

“What are the 300 reasons?!” I hear you cry. Well, I recently hit an unfortunate milestone, am starting to feel the effects of said milestone, and don’t like it. Change is required.

If you made it this far, consider leaving a comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome and it needn’t be positive. Don’t like something? Let me know. If you’re looking for more of my ramblings, a more in depth argument, or just want to berate me in a more public setting, consider joining the Infinite Realities Discord server where you can engage with members of the community and follow the general happenings.

If you made it this far, consider leaving a comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome and it needn’t be positive. Don’t like something? Let me know. If you’re looking for more of my ramblings, a more in depth argument, or just want to berate me in a more public setting, consider joining the Infinite Realities Discord server where you can engage with members of the community and follow the general happenings. Alternatively, engage with the community on the subreddit.

With 100% complete sincerity, I don’t care what you think of me, I can’t do a damn thing about that. None of us are getting out of this alive and, like Frankie says, I’m doing it my way.

See you tomorrow?
Chris

Following my WWE Wrestlemania XL TWIST Wrestling debut;

WWE held their first ever PPV PLE in France, specifically at the LDLC Arena in Lyon.

Kevin Owens is out first. A smart move. While not a native ‘Frenchman’, he’s the closest WWE has to one, as far as I’m aware and, as Corey Graves stated, he (Owens) does tend to have that connection with the fanbase. He took his time but it felt right, it was not forced, it was not milked more than necessary. He seemed genuinely moved by the reaction, and boy were France LOUD.

Randy Orton was out next and I don’t think I’ve heard a crowd sing along with quite so much of an entrance before. The Bloodline are out next, Solo Sikoa slapped the ring steps on the way into the ring, which reminded me of the late Umaga. Am I correct that he would do that? Correct me (or not) in the comments. Sikoa though has grown out his bleached-blonde mohawk a little too far and it’s gone sort of ‘floppy’. I’ve never actually seen Tama Tonga wrestle so this is a first. In a funny moment, at least to me, Tonga and Owens squared up although rather than immediately pressing foreheads as is the traditional foreplay in my native Glasgow among those partaking in street violence, Owens instead went for what can only be described as a ‘belly thrust’ before the meeting of the foreheads and punching.

Nick Aldis interrupts the illegal brawl to make it legal and instructs the referee to ‘ring the damn bell’ and Backlash France is officially underway.

WWE have obviously invested in more robust announcer tables, several times now wrestlers have just been bouncing off them rather than having them collapse under the weight of a bottle of Prime. Several unprotected headshots follow, though the bins used seem to be made of the same material of those disposable roast trays you can buy from your local pound shop so it’s all good.

Owens with a crotch chop followed by a frog splash from the apron through a tabled Tama Tonga. Just a few seconds later, Mohawk Sikoa Samoan Drop’s Randy Orton through another table in the ring. Sikoa’s mohawk is really prominent at this point and he looks like a cockatoo. Tama Tonga though, looks like a rabid chihuahua as Michael Cole namedrops ‘Bullet Club’ and ‘Shinto’ (presumably supposed to be ‘Shingo’) during his frenzied attack of Kevin Owens.

Kevin Owens wails on Tonga with chair shot after chair shot as Paul Heyman looks on, a facial expression indicative of chronic trapped wind. One Top-Rope Brainbuster through some chairs later and France is one their feet as Owens is sure to get the win but, no! Tanga Loa makes debut pulling* the referee from the ring to break the count.
* A later ‘different angle’ video surfaced showing that while referees are instructed to ‘count for real’ i.e. as R-Truth can confirm, if you don’t kick out, that’s on you, they are not instructed to not break from counting after 2 to roll out of the ring because your colleague had an issue getting out from under the ring to make his planned spot.

One Ura-nage (onto a chair) followed by a Samoan Spike later, and Sikoa pins Owens for a Bloodline victory. A post-match replay shows that Kevin Owens’ head struck a chair during the Top-Rope Brainbuster so hopefully there are no lasting effects as a result.

Next up, it’s ‘Tiffy Time’ as Bayley defends her Women’s Championship against Tiffany Stratton and Naomi. I’m not trying to do Play-By-Play and no disrespect is intended by not listing each move made by each of the competitors. There was one awkward moment though when Naomi was simply waiting for a roll up so she could then break up it with one of her own, and a questionable (though largely unavoidable) camera angle following ‘Tiffy’ attempting to pin both Bayley and Naomi at once. The crowd’s insistence in chanting what sounds a bit like ‘Nakamura’ after every 2-count is starting to grate a little.

Often a handspring elbow into the corner can be a little ‘ooh, don’t f*ck this up’ but with Stratton’s background it looked rather crisp. The double stop-starts which followed, did not. I do also wonder (I notice these things alright?) did Tiffany’s ‘enhancements’ initially throw her off? Did she have to recalibrate herself to account for the her diminished aerodynamic-ness?

I both believe I’m starting to Naomi has fallen asleep outside and that cameraman has a bet going for the number of crotch shots he can get of Tiffany Stratton… Don’t believe me? Get a copy of the match and start keeping count.

Following Alabama Slams to an announce table each for Bayley and Naomi, Stratton is then somehow the one to spend time outside the ring as Bayley reverses Naomi’s small package into one of her own for the win and retain. It was a match of mis-steps and crotch shots (seriously, count the number of times the camera lingers for more than a second).

The World Heavyweight Championship match is up next and ‘Main Event’ Jey Uso has never felt more ‘Main Event’. The ‘Bi-Sexual Undertaker’ and Champion is out next. “Yeet’s” to each cardinal direction and we are underway.

Virtually every strike made by Jey Uso is met with a ‘YEET!’ from the crowd, which is almost as irritating as the ‘Nakamura’ chants. As much as I understand where they are headed with it, JD McDonagh’s unprompted arrival at ringside felt unnecessary. Moreso as The BSU made it clear he told him not to get involved.

A picture perfect Razor’s Edge leads to yet more ‘Nakamura’ chants because finisher’s mean nothing these days unless they are hit multiple times in succession… ‘Main Event’ counters a choke slam into a spear (yes, you read that right) to more ‘Nakamura’ chants. Finn Bálor hops the rail to do nothing more than take an apron bump following a ‘Main Event Super-Yeet-kick’ (reckon that’ll catch on?) before ‘Main Event’ is turned inside out with a BSU clothesline. Choke Slam, no dice. ‘Spinny kick(s) met with 4 (FOUR) Super-Yeet-Kicks (Try it. Say it a few times, give it chance) and a frog splash and we almost have a ‘Main Event’ champion, except JD has suitably recovers enough to play BSU’s foot on the bottom rope, then call out to the ref and point (needlessly it turns out because the referee could see the foot but not the JD…).

France lets JD know he’s an “ASS-OLE” repeatedly. ‘Main Event’ dives on JD and then spears Bálor but, back in the ring is hit with a Top-Rope-South-Of-Heaven-Choke-Slam for the 3. Still “El Campion” The Bi-Sexual Undertaker.

I will admit, the Bianca Belair & Jade Cargill Vs. Kabuki Warriors bored me sufficiently that I started to skip ahead until I landed conveniently on the finish however, on the prompting of a friend, I went back and re-watched the match properly. I haven’t read any opinion on the match, whether positive or negative. So I’m not being influenced one way or another. I’m not a big fan of Asuka’s constant shouting but she was somewhat muted during this match so that was a nice change.

Cargill gives strong ‘Goldberg’ vibes. It took him 210 days, though admittedly more ‘matches’ to win the WCW US Championship from Raven almost exactly 26 years ago to the day, where it took Jade Cargill, 211 days to win the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championship.

Like Goldberg, Cargill needs to learn how to sell, and perhaps more importantly, how to let her opponent sell, rather than simply throwing them around. I bet Kairi Sane is hurting today…

It wasn’t a terrible match but also wasn’t a good match. 3/4 of those in it were perfectly capable and that helped considerably.

It’s Main Event (serious this time) time. ‘Don’t-Say-Phenomenal-The French-REALLY-Like-It-When-You-Say-Phenomenal’ AJ Styles who is looking less jacked but still far too jacked Vs. Cody (but no Brandi) Rhodes. France is in fine voice as they sing Cody’s theme music, word-for-word, if slightly out of time.

Cody’s neck tattoo does not look any less ludicrous than it did when I first saw it however we’re off as Michael Cole suggests both AJ Styles and Cody Rhodes were former Bullet Club leaders which I don’t believe is true. Am I wrong? Correct me in the comments. Or agree with me in the comments. Just leave a comment, I need the validation… Anyway, there’s a match, and some head scissors, and a gratuitous Cody ass-shot. A cartwheel and hand gesture, followed by genuinely affectionate ‘Stardust’ chants (and a nasty curseword from Mr Jones). A very dangerous looking back body drop follows, followed by delayed ‘vertical suplex’ (what would a horizontal suplex look like?). The announcers bring up Cody’s shoulder injury however other than this specific point in the match, it never again seems to be an issue. At this point the crowd are just doing their own thing, which consists mostly of singing the ‘Phenomenal’ song broken by occasional ‘Nakamura’ chants. Cody’s head is bounced off the annouce table, which is somehow still intac… Just as I say this, Mr Jones has started to clear the French announce table. Is this a case of Chekov’s, uhm, Table? A poorly conceived delayed vertical superplex doesn’t come off as Mr Jones skips out and Cody simply falls from the 2nd turnbuckle into the ring, hurting his back. Rather like a dog which has been hit by a car, Cody springs to his feet and runs to the corner to lean into the top turnbuckle for a bit. Countered by Mr Jones into a release-child-sitting-on-dad’s-shoulders-plex. Second rope springboard moonsault onto Cody’s knees precludes any pin attempt. Disaster kick followed by a nonchalant cover for a ‘Nakamura’.

Mr Jones with an attempted ‘Stinger Splash’, missed. Cody with a Bulldog. Cody with an attempted vertical-apron-suplex, reversed by Mr Jones into a release-jump-off-the-apron-vertical-suplex. Cody goes from ‘not moved’ to ‘I’ll see your attempted knee and counter you with a release powerbomb through the French announce table because there’s no Spanish announce table’. The French count along (in French) with the 10-count but both are in at 9. Punches traded and then each kicks the other in the head and both are down. Referee keeps her distance rather than counting either man down so that’s a thing. Both are up and Cody jabs followed by Bionic Elbow for a ‘Nakamura’. Both are down, again. Mr Jones with a springboard 450 for a Nakamura. Mr Jones with a Burning Hammer for a half Nakamura before Cody “Hulk’s Up” and hits a Cody Cutter for a Nakamura because, say it with me ‘Finishers Don’t Matter’. ‘Fight Forever’ is the chant as Mr Jones charges straight into a clothesline. Cody Cutter reversed into a Pele Kick. Phenomenal Forearm countered by super-cody-kick.

Cody with a Kimura. Mr Jones powers his way out. Styles Clash countered into Cross Roads, countered into the Styles Clash, counted into a sunset flip pin attempt for a Nakamura.

Cody with a hop-from-top-rope-to-top-rope-super-Cody Cutter, followed by a Cross Roads for the retain. Cody is announced as STILL Undisputed Champion as Mr Jones rolls from the ring, much in the same way the referee did earlier in the night, as Cody kisses the ring.

Backlash France is in the books and that’s, The Way I See Things.

If you made is this far, consider leaving a comment. Constructive feedback is always welcome and it needn’t be positive. Don’t like something? Let me know. If you’re looking for more of my ramblings, a more in depth argument, or just want to berate me in a more public setting, consider joining the Infinite Realities Discord server where you can engage with members of the community and follow the general happenings.