Nwa Brass Knuckles

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Claude Patterson - Championships and Accomplishments
... Championship Wrestling from Florida NWA Brass Knuckles Championship (Florida version) (1 time) NWA Florida Heavyweight Championship (1 time) Continental Wrestling Association CWA World ... Wrestling (1), Tommy Rich (1), and Tony Atlas (1) NWA Georgia Television Championship (2 times) NWA National Tag Team Championship (1 time) - with Ole ...
Bobby Duncum, Sr. - Championships and Accomplishments
... Lanza Championship Wrestling from Florida NWA Brass Knuckles Championship (Florida version) (2 times) NWA Florida Global Tag Team Championship (1 time) - with Angelo Mosca NWA Florida Tag Team ...
History - Brass Making in Renaissance and Post Medieval Europe
... These large crucibles were capable of producing c.20 kg of brass ... crucibles were then used to melt the brass for casting ... Ercker and Agricola described a variety of cementation brass making techniques and came closer to understanding the true nature of the process noting that copper became ...
List Of National Wrestling Alliance Championships - Defunct Championships - Regional Championships
... NWA Alabama Heavyweight Championship NWA Anarchy Heavyweight Championship NWA Anarchy Tag Team Championship NWA Anarchy Television Championship NWA Anarchy Young Lions Championship NWA Arizona Heavyweight ...
National Wrestling Alliance Championships - Defunct Championships - Regional Championships
... NWA Alabama Heavyweight Championship NWA Anarchy Heavyweight Championship NWA Anarchy Tag Team Championship NWA Anarchy Television Championship NWA Anarchy Young Lions ...

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