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No one's really having a go at you dude, or saying you wouldn't have won, it's just that it's a little unfair and we're letting you know.

Always tell your opponent about any sort of angle or surprise. I mean, I could have Rommel come out and run Magnifico over in a tank, and then dance the Charleston on his chest while waving the Canadian flag because I wanted a non-run-of-the-mill finish, but I'd definitely let Mags know if I planned on using Rommel in any sort of way.

I love it. SacredsDeadWife? YOU DON'T JOKE ABOUT THAT SORT OF STUFF.

The Bra and Panties match kicked ass.

Tom Flesher strides down the halls of the Staples Centre, a little flustered, but generally the night has been a good one for him. As always, the Clusterfuck has been a huge success, merchandise has been bought, and the future looks bright for the company. Approaching his makeshift office and a door which reads- Tom Flesher Superior Consultant -he takes a long, drawn out, satisfied, uncharacteristic sigh. He looks forward to a night on the town, on the drink, and on Allison… “… What if I’m not ready?” … But as he enters, he stops dead in his tracks. His hand tenses up as it clutches the door knob. His mood suddenly sours, as on his couch, rests one Wes Davenport. “Tom,” the actor says, staring up at the ceiling, “… I think I’m in trouble.” “You’ll be in traction if you don’t get lost,” the Superior Consultant mutters as he trudges across to his desk, shuffling around papers as if pretending to be busy, his normal procedure. “Look, Wes, I’m up to my neck in… why am I even making an excuse? Just get fuc-“ -but a watermarked, official SWF document on his desk, hurriedly scribbled on, causes him disbelief… From the desk of Joseph Peters. Tom, Davenport = Ratings I know he’s clung onto you, so do whatever it takes to keep him happy, and motivated. My assistant says hi, not sure what that’s about. Joe … The color from Flesher’s face suddenly drains, leaving him with a ghostly figure as he looks over at the actor. Tom continually shakes his head, not able to believe that Wes Davenport could ever be a… …Success. “It’s all happening so fast, Tommy.” Flesher winces at the sound of that name. “Winning the Clusterfuck, I mean, that’s amazing, but… what If I screw up Tom? What If I’m not ready for the Main Event?” Davenport’s head swivels around to meet Flesher’s, who just stares back. “Jesus, Tom, you’re looking a little beat! What have you been up to tonight?” Thinking fast, Tom replies, “Allison. She gave me quite a workout.” “Oh, ho, ho! I understand how that is…” “… so what are you training for?” Tom looks back blankly, “…Marathon. Look, Wes, you have to forget all that. Now’s the time to celebrate, I mean, you won the damn Clusterfuck.” Flesher fights back his sinister urges and gulps before adding, “… you did an amazing job.” “That’s true,” Wes says, his ego returning, “I mean, I did outlast 19 other guys, come out victorious AND win over the fans … but…” Flesher sighs, this time disappointingly. He can see this will take some time. “… But what if I fail? What if the fans turn on me? What if I can’t beat Magnifico? I’ve never felt like this before, because I’ve never…” “Been successful?” “…Yeah!” Davenport answers, not realizing the underlying malice intended in Flesher’s comment. “I’m just afraid I’ll lose again, and become a failure, just like my friend Luke.” “What happened to Luke?” Flesher says after a long pause, his mind currently focusing on his attempt to make a rubber pencil. “He sits in front of ATM’s waiting to see if people forget to take their money… I don’t want thing to get to that point. Entertaining is my life! If I don’t have that, I may as well give up…” “I’m sure things won’t come to that. You’re… special Wes,” answers a reassuring Flesher, whilst cringing, “I’m sure with the right attitude, the crowd behind you, and continued training, you’ll be able to pull it off.” “…You mean you’ll help me train? That’s freakin’ awesome!” ... "That's not..." Tom stops and sighs once more, wondering what the hell he’s just gotten himself into.

We had a product named Dunkaroos down here as well, but I think it was different. It was one of those cracker/bread stick and dip sort of snacks, not too bad.

You guys are blowing it way out of proportion.

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I mark for the addition of unnecessary Deep Throat.

I had a feeling you wrote the second one, mainly because you mentioned "Day of Defeat." Both were awesome, though. Everything else was a good read also.

You can't tell me what to do, Zed! Then again, I'm too lazy to write... You win this round.

Bruce, Now might be one of those times to change that. :-)

I'm the champion of obscure games nobody likes, and you can't take that away from me.

Cricket is awesome. Crusen, I need backup.

"Let her rest. With a little sleep, she'll be right as rain in the morning." "Yeah. That's what cures a crushed spine!" ------------ "Come on now, breakfast is getting cold, and she's not getting any warmer." ------------ "Chief?" "McCloud!"

"Pod People got no reason to live." "Here, let me show you how to use a prop phone..."

This makes me glad I'm getting MST3k Volume 4 any day now. What episode number is Overdrawn? And is it Corbett or Beaulieu doing Crow?

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I always wrote Hardy as bitter, sarcastic and bored, who didn't back down to people. Too bad no one else does.

I probably would have included Hearford somehow, but I didn't actually plan anything out, except for Matt "E. Honda Myers".

Holy Shit, I didn't even realise IL was on the card.

Nope. The script is basically mIRC with a few additions from Crusen and Apoc.

No more Cosplay Master? Outrageous.

"The men differ in that John admits to being to controlling at times where Scott is not controlling at all." Probably.