Chuck Woolery

Hey guys. And, apparently, some chick named Taiga Star. It's been forever since I've looked at these boards and I'm shocked (and, honestly, impressed) that this place is still alive, which is a credit to whoever's in charge right now. I'm enrolled in advanced fiction writing right now and I would greatly appreciate it if you guys would take a look at my first draft--it's not very long at all and I trust the writers here to give me an honet critique. Questions, comments, all that would be appreciated. ------ "Community Service" Her laugh reminded Rex of a howling hyena, and as her body shook so hard that she nearly spilled her drink, Rex came to the conclusion that he was in love with her, and wished he could remember her name. He'd spotted her when he first walked into the jam-packed house, a dazzling blonde-haired lighthouse amidst an ocean of alcoholics in hooded sweatshirts. Her shoulder had brushed his as he walked past her, and he casually let her know that her leopard print dress wasn't really working, and she might have better luck if she tried tiger stripes. He didn't think about her again until thirty minutes later, when she tugged on his right sleeve as he sat at the table in the kitchen. He told her to wait a minute, he was playing cards, and when he looked over at her she'd changed into a tiger print dress and he'd fallen in love. They'd come back to his place, where she currently lay on his bed with a glass of merlot in her hand. Rex was in the bathroom, putting his things away on the counter. Cell phone? Check. Keys? Check. Wallet? Check. Smokes? Check, and the lighter to go with them. Rex tossed his jeans into the laundry basket and opened the medicine cabinet and-- "What's taking so long?" He was out of condoms. "I'll be out in a second!" This was not good. Had he hidden them somewhere? He tore through drawers and cabinets, hoping against hope that he'd simply misplaced his latex friends, but no luck. This made no sense. He was certain he hadn't gotten laid recently. Even if he had, he wouldn't have used the entire economy pack that he always kept in his medicine cabinet. He checked once more. Nothing. Defeated, he put his jeans back on and went into his bedroom. She looked at him with doe eyes. "What's wrong?" "I'm out of condoms." "So?" She was hyena-laughing again, this time at him. "I'm on the pill. I just tested clean next week. Do you have something?" "No." "Then what's the problem?" Rex was already pulling his shoes on. "My last girlfriend got pregnant. She told me she was on the pill. Have you ever had an abortion?" "No." "Let's keep it that way. There's a gas station not even two minutes down the street. Are you coming?" She kept complaining of the cold, but Rex didn't think it was very cold at all. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought. The gas station wasn't two minutes away, and she opted to wait outside while he made his purchase. It wouldn't take more than a minute anyway. The cashier was flipping through an old copy of GQ, and he barely looked up as the bell on the door jingled and Rex approached the counter. "Can I get some condoms, chief?" The cashier looked up slowly and eyeballed Rex. His maroon polo shirt fit him a little too tight, his hair was a little too well groomed--overall, he looked a little too smart to be working at a gas station. "What kind of condoms do you want, chief?" This question caught Rex slightly off-guard. "Which ones are the least expensive?" The cashier nodded. "Stingy. I like that. We are in a recession." He picked a box marked "Tropical" off the rack and set it on the coutner. "That's three dollars and twenty-one cents after tax." "Those are the least expensive?" "This isn't the free clinic, man." "You're right." Rex lifted the box off the counter and studied it. The cashier leaned over the counter. "Honestly, those aren't going to be much fun for either of you." Rex looked up. "Really?" The cashier nodded grimly. Rex looked over the box again. The Tropical condoms came in assorted scents and colors, and were tested electronically for reliability, but nowhere on the box did it say anything about 'pleasure'. This was no good. "What else you got, chief?" The cashier glared at Rex; clearly, he was not a chief of any sort. "Let's see. I've got non-lubricated, lubricated, spermicidal lubricated, thin dick, super thin dick--" "How thin are we talking?" "Trust me, you would know if you needed those. Where was I? Her pleasure, your pleasure, warming pleasure, tingling pleasure, mutual pleasure, total pleasure, super total pleasure--" Rex's head was spinning. "--natural feeling, intense feeling, climax control, environmentally friendly, magnum, double magnum, thin magnum, powerful magnum, and original." The cashier looked back at Rex. "What do you think?" "What do you recommend?" "That's an excellent question," and now there was a smile on the cashier's face. "Usually I recommend her pleasure." "Why?" "Most people need all the help they can get." Rex had to concede that the cashier had a point. "Yeah, I'll take the her pleasure." The cashier reached for a pack from the rack. "No, actually, I think I'll go with the climax controls. No, actually, powerful magnum." "Powerful magnums." "Yeah. Powerful magnums." "Okay." The cashier took a black-and-gold package off the rack and placed it on the counter. "You know what you're doing with those, right?" "This ain't my first rodeo, chief." "Good. Five ninety-three, and I'm going to have to see ID with that." Rex looked up, more confused than he was by the condom list. "You need ID to buy condoms?" The cashier shrugged. "It's this new religio-bullshit they've got us doing. They don't want the kiddies getting their hands on condoms." "That's weird." "No kidding. Look how well it worked for Sarah Palin's daughter." The cashier peered outside and noticed the girl sitting on the curb, her nose buried in her cell phone. From the way her fingers were moving quickly over the keypad, he assumed that not only was she texting, but she was adept at T9Word. "Is that your girl out there?" Rex glanced outside quickly as he handed the cashier his driver's license. "Yeah." "What's her name?" Rex paused, and though the pause was only momentary it caused the cashier to break out in a wide smile. "You don't know her name, do you?" Rex shook his head, embarassed, and the cashier laughed. "You dog! You've been drinking, haven't you?" Rex nodded. "And she's pretty drunk too, isn't she?" "She's not that drunk," Rex said, but his voice was noticeably lower and his face was turning red. The cashier looked outside again, and at that exact moment the girl tried to get to her feet, tripped on her high heel, and landed face-first with a splat on the concrete. She was laughing as she got up, and the cashier looked back at Rex, smirking. "She's not going to remember any of this in the morning. You know that, right?" "How old do I have to be to buy these, exactly?" "Oh, right." The cashier held the license up to the light, checking the hologram. "You're straight. Go ahead and swipe your card." Rex ran his debit card through the machine as the cashier continued, "She might wake up next to you and think, 'Gosh, that boy is sexy. I hope he wants more when he wakes up.'" Rex smiled at the thought. "Or she might wake up and think, 'Gosh, that boy is such a scumbag, taking advantage of a drunk girl like that.' She might become physically ill. I've seen it happen." "I don't think that'll happen," Rex said coldly. "But what if it does? That kind of reputation spreads like wildfire, man. Pretty soon all her girl friends are going to be talking to their other girl friends about how you're the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl when she's had too much to drink. They're not going to want to touch you when they're sober." "I really don't think that'll happen." "All you'll have left to turn to is your hand, and the memories of that one night where you and your powerful magnums kicked your entire sexual future to the curb." "The machine says it's waiting on you." The cashier shook his head wistfully. "I can't let tonight go down like that, chief. I'm sorry." He took the box off the counter and gently slid it back onto the rack. Rex, however, was furious. "You're not going to sell to me." "I can't have that resting on my conscience." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "I'm afraid I'm not fucking kidding you, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't curse at me." Rex had no response for this, so he yelled nothing in particular at the top of his lungs and stormed out, flinging the glass door open as he exited and sending the bells hanging on the door into a frenzy. To say that she wasn't happy was an understatement. "What do you mean he wouldn't sell to you?" Rex could do nothing but shrug, mostly because he wasn't sure himself why the cashier wouldn't sell to him. She sighed dramatically as she whisked the door to the convenience store open, and Rex could do nothing but sit on the curb. He definitely didn't want to deal with her right now; she was on a mission. She slammed her purse down on the counter. "I need condoms." The cashier looked up. "Will thin dick work for you?" "Whatever. How much are they?" "Four thirty-three after tax." She took her wallet out of her purse and began to thumb through it. The cashier nodded to Rex, whose arms were hugging his knees close to his body on the curb outside. "That your boyfriend?" She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at the cashier. "Absolutely not." "Touche," the cashier said. "He looks like a premature ejaculator." She laughed, the first smile to break through her rage, and her eyes started to tear up. "We were hooking up, and then he told me he didn't have any condoms, and--" The cashier held up his hand. "I got you, don't worry. How long have you known each other?" "Tonight." She was laughing harder now, and the cashier noted that her teeth were dazzlingly white. "We were at a party, and he seemed funny, and he's cute." She stopped abruptly, as though she'd forgotten the rest of her sentence. "And--that's it?" "I don't know him too well." "I can tell. He must be a real sweet-talker." "Nope!" Her laughing had slowed to a giggle. "Actually, the first thing he said to me was that my dress wasn't really working." "Nice." "I know! And I was so upset about it that I made one of my girl friends loan me a dress that he'd like, and then we started talking, but I don't really remember what we talked about, and then I was on his bed drinking wine and now I'm here." The tear from before was rolling down the right side of her cheek. The cashier watched quietly, and as she finished he let the silence hang in the air. Then he asked, "Do you know his name?" "Of course. He's Rex." "What's your name?" "Kayla." "Rex doesn't know that." There was no laughing anymore, just the dim hum of flourescent lights and the tense silence of one person drunkenly baring their soul to another. "Rex doesn't know anything about you, Kayla. He just knows you want to fuck him. And I think that you really thought you wanted to fuck him." "I did." "And now, I think that you want me to call you a cab, so that you can go home." She said nothing, only nodded, and the cashier reached for a cell phone. "You might want to go tell Rex that he's going home alone." There was yelling, and there were threats, but ultimately Rex decided that he was too tired and too drunk to do anything about the events which transpired, and he walked home under his own power. Kayla sat on the curb after he left, her hands covering her face. As for the cashier, after he'd gotten done cooling Rex off he went back to his position behind the counter and pulled out a white board. The board was divided in half, and the cashier casually placed a check under the side labeled "Too Smart". Though this side had a respectable number of check marks, it was still miles behind the side labeled "Too Horny". Wilbur, the morning person, arrived at eight in the morning, and he laughed when he saw the board. "You're not a nice person, Ryan." Ryan shrugged. "It's a community service."

but, as someone who just declared as a contemporary writing major, i'm curious as to how many of you write something substantial beyond the swf. i seem to remember clark having a novella/novel about walt disney as god that i didn't think was a horrible idea, and edwin's a writer and i think supes is too, but there's a lot of guys here now who i'm not all that familiar with and i'm curious about them. feel free to post snippets or entire stories here, as i'm sure i'm not the only one who'd be interested in reading them.

take a moment to fill out this survey to help you better know your swf companions! how exciting could this possibly be? ... well, who knows. Real Name: Characters Portrayed: In SWF Since: Real-Life Height: Real-Life Weight: Real-Life Age: Real-Life Location: Picture: Education: Accomplishments Outside of SWF: Favorite Band: Favorite Song: Favorite Movie: Virgin? Explain.: Accomplishments Within SWF: Favorite SWF Moment: Favorite SWF Writer (All-Time): Favorite SWF Writer (Current): Why You Joined The SWF: feel free to add questions, also... anyway, here's mine. Real Name: joseph peters Characters Portrayed: snow demon, jeremy miller, mike van siclen, quiz, calvin szechstein In SWF Since: a couple months after the original genesis. Real-Life Height: 6'1" on a good day Real-Life Weight: 187 Real-Life Age: 18 Real-Life Location: living in savannah, georgia; raised in littleton, new hampshire Picture: Education: freshman at savannah college of art and design, majoring in contemporary writing, minoring in film and television Accomplishments Outside of SWF: ugh. member of scad college republicans, played hockey until my junior year of high school (two state championship seasons, one with me as the captain). held the beer pong and beirut championship at the college for three weeks, and am currently an avid partier, with a side hobby writing student films for less creative people. Favorite Band: ying yang twins... i think i'm in the minority. Favorite Song: right now, "give it to me" by michael jackson and the youngbloodz... all-time, "yeah" by usher, lil' jon and ludacris. Favorite Movie: tie between mallrats and you, me and dupree Virgin? Explain.: lost it when i was fifteen to a chick i'd met on the internet. true story. not something i'm proud of. Accomplishments Within SWF: multiple-time tag champ and hardcore gamers' champ; won all three JL titles, the world title twice, and the first JL television champion. i'm most proud of my tag triangle storyline with zack and supes, as well as the legendary american gladiators match. Favorite SWF Moment: honestly? i was a huge xstasy mark, so him coming back and being moderately successful was the shit. Favorite SWF Writer (All-Time): xstasy, for reasons outlined above. Favorite SWF Writer (Current): my respect for wildchild grew enormously after i became head booker, and he's probably my favorite writer. Why You Joined The SWF: i had just discovered message boarding and vastly overrated my own skills as a writer, plus i was just getting into wrestling through the wrestling boom.

if that happens, it's going to wind up being the equivalent of the bruins bringing in paul coffey. how much can miller think he can contribute, how much does he feel his contribution is worth, and how much can he (this is huge) actually contribute? i highly doubt that those three factors are all in sync, and unless they are this deal won't end well. edit: then i re-read it. it wasn't even his idea? i guess ainge really wants to turn the celtics into the malone-era lakers.

did you forget the fictional world tour?

i've got just the thing if you need something to get rid of that taste, .

really, it's not even shock value on the whole, but that song with keri hilson and d.o.e. -- "way i are" -- that's giving me flashbacks to when i was fifteen-sixteen and the only song i ever wanted to hear was "yeah!" by usher, lil' jon, and ludacris. the rest of the album is pretty much hit-and-miss, but damn if i don't like "way i are" and think that the whole thing's worth at least one listen. and there's been what, two solo timbaland albums in the last ten years? don't date yourself too bad, bro.

that regal tribute, in retrospect, chills me a little bit.

have you heard of avril lavigne, chris? on a serious note, if you haven't at least listened to timbaland's shock value you're doing yourself a disservice. i wish i could help you more but my taste in music is awful.

Yeah, I know, but if he wasn't drunk, he just got cut for speeding. Which means Tank will be with the suing someone. I think he will sue the neighborhood for having a 25 MPH speed limit. are they only checking for alcohol in his system? when i saw the espn report they said he was driving "impaired", not "intoxicated", so i assumed they found/were looking for at least a lil' bit of that weed in his blood.

Durant is about to be worth over a hundred million dollars. You post here. quoted for hilarity. him being unable to bench 185 should set off some warning bells, though. he better put on some muscle or, like ripper said, he's going to get injured pretty quickly.

how out of touch with the real world are you? almost anybody who doesn't spend two or three hours a day on this forum who likes basketball likes lebron james. the only people who get pissed that "espn pushes the shit out of lebron" are the kind of people who use phrases like "push", "face" and "heel" to describe the nba. edit: i realized i didn't want to make a hasty generalization, so i changed "anybody" to "almost anybody". sorry for the inconvenience.

i'm so glad i get that dynamite atlanta/new york game on nbc due to living in the state of georgia. ugh. on the bright side, if they make a playoff run there's the distinct possibility i get playoff tickets, so i'm taking the thrash to go all the way. and win all of their series in seven games.

storm absolutely should not be getting posted after the oaoast thursday show, and the card for the next storm absolutely should not be getting posted afted the oaoast thursday show, either. i'm not going to claim to know how to rectify the situation, as i don't know what time people go to bed and i don't know who's marking and i don't know what's holding it up, but i will say that something absolutely needs to be done to fix this trend before it gets even further out of hand. for six years, with few exceptions, we got a show up the night of the actual show, and a card up that night or the next morning as well. the fact that we can't do it now is bullshit. something needs to be done.

i was hoping supes would come in with an "unbelievable" reference. i'm sorely disappointed that i had to bring that up. solid debut promo, though; certainly better than mine was.

yeah, seriously. playing beer pong for fun is playing beer pong for fun. drinking beer for fun is being an alcoholic.

drea sounds like g-child from the white rapper show. god, i'm filled with white rapper show references.

i want joe to get absolutely murdered. i want him to be close to pinning christian, only to have the entire tna heel roster come out and beat the shit out of him, to the point where even though he wins the title via disqualification he's physically unable to defend it, thus the belt reverts back to cage. i want cage to have a mean streak where he will let steiner and tomko brutalize anyone who stands in his way and just turn his head to the side and spout his captain charisma nonsense. of course, joe would valiantly return in time for a title match at bound for glory, likely against christian, and bulldoze christian for the belt.

to truly better know the man behind calvin szechstein, you must watch this video. (no, this was not how snow demon was conceived, but it's pretty close.)

Name: Zack Malibu Age: 25 Height: 5'11 Weight: 200 lbs. Hometown: Providence, Rhode Island Alignment (heel, face, tweener): Face...we think. Stable affiliation (if any): Is responsible for the arrival of The Wildcards (Bruce Blank, Todd Cortez and Bloodshed), but is not an active part of that stable. Formerly led popular OAOAST stable The In Crowd with retired superstars EvenflowDDT, The Superstar, and Alison. Wrestling style (brawler, cruiserweight, technical, all-rounder, etc.): Extremely well rounded. Technically proficient, can take to the air, brawl with the best of them...whatever the situation calls for. Theme music: "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach. Entrance Style (what color pyro, spotlights, etc.): As the opening bass line strikes, the lights in the arena drop, with the entrance ramp illuminated in blue and gold. As the guitar melody starts, a shower of gold pyro goes off on either side of the ramp, showering Zack Malibu with sparks as he walks out. Once in the ring, Malibu will more often than not play to the crowd, even momentarily, by climbing the ropes, throwing his arms up, and things of that nature. Entrance attire (sunglasses, robe, jacket, etc): A sleeveless ring jacket with a hood, similar to AJ Styles. Ring attire: Semi-short tights, typically blue and white or blue and gold. Boots with kickpads, taped wrists, , knee and elbow pads. Finishing Move(s) (try to keep it to 1 or 2): School's Out (superkick, Sweet Chin Music style)-named as such by CWM in the early days of the OAOAST due to Malibu's penchant for teen high school sitcoms. A very powerful superkick that is responsible for many of Malibu's wins. Angle Slam-the finisher of the company's namesake, Anglesault. Since having the torch pass to him by AS, Malibu has taken to using some of the former World Champions moveset as tribute, namely the Angle Slam and the rolling German Suplex combo. Falling Star Driver-Fisherman's Cradle into Piledriver. Rarely used these days, but still capable of being a finisher for Malibu. Zack debuted this move during his "dark days" and his feud with Crystal. The opponent is lifted a la a fisherman buster or suplex, but rather than fall back or down, the opponent is cradled in front of Malibu and dropped down on their neck and head. Deadly. California Dream-Dragon Sleeper. Another move, this one named after one of Malibu's favorite shows. It's a submission finisher and has won him matches, but it's the rarest move in his arsenal. Signature Moves: Zack Attack-Shining Wizard. A hard running, leaping knee strike, targeted towards the head of the opponent. Trendsetter-sleeperhold drop. Starts out as the typical sleeper, but then Malibu drops the opponent to the mat on the back of their head. P.O.P. Drop-fisherman buster. Lift for a fisherman suplex, but drop like a brainbuster. Rolling Suplex Combination-As mentioned, Malibu lifted the Rolling German Suplexes from Anglesault, but will also put his own twist on it. Rolling Germans into a Dragon Suplex, Rolling Germans into a release half nelson suplex...depending on the situation, Malibu could take someone down with anything he desires. Basic moveset: Hard hitting, technical, aerial...Malibu does it all. These are just some basic manuevers that you'll always see. Chops Hard slaps Right jabs Suplexes (he's not Taz, but he's got variety) Flying legdrop Enzugiri Diving Corner Splash Reverse DDT Missle Dropkick Malibu is also capable and willing to do high-risk springboard moves, out of the ring dives, etc. Manager/valet/sidekick Current girlfriend Candie is at home, expecting the couples first baby! Catchphrases/Trademark gestures "You don't have to love me, you don't have to like me, but you WILL respect me!" "Good for business, bad for you."

can we perhaps get both johnny and zack on commentary for our match? i'm planning on writing it that way unless wildchild has an objection to it.

so? by re-using losing matches, i mean using (and this is totally arbitrary) at least 500 words from a losing match--one that's not part of SWF canon--as part of a new match. what's your opinion?

pfft. mathewson/marquard owns santana/liriano, sonn.

i'd like to know who condemns it. i've been waiting for someone to come into the thread and claim that it's bad and why and i'd love to hear it.

"MANSONOSITY." ... "yeah, that's gotta be worth at least a point or two." dynamite.