Chuck Woolery

waiting on matches from muzz and duran...

calling kris benson "pitching" is debatable.

i'm putting this out there now: i'm putting this show up as a favour to chris, and i've got class at eight am on monday. i'll be up until around two, and ideally i'll have everything marked by one am. as such, i'm going to be reeeeeeeal reluctant to give an extension, and by real reluctant i mean "don't even ask." promos, etc. should be into me by one as well. edit: i'm only saying this because i'm pretty sure i'm going to wind up with the elimination chamber, and i'm pretty sure i'm going to get at least three matches, at around 15k a piece, and i want to be in the right frame of mind to mark them. and by "the right frame of mind" i mean "not drooling on myself from lack of sleep".

that's the first time i've ever really heard WC bust out the brother bit. it's amazing how easy it is to ignore someone's race when they don't make a big deal about it. (this is meant to be a positive post. go titans!)

yeah, the easiest way is to try and latch onto an angle or something that gives you motivation to write; i found that when i was heavily involved in an angle (the tag title drama from a couple years ago being a prime example), i showed a lot more consistently and actually looked forward to writing. also -- and i suggest this for everyone -- if you find yourself lacking for ideas, TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE IN THE FED. this ALWAYS helps people out. tom is usually accessible on aim, and he has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of wrestling... back in the days of SWF chat dace night was always in there to bounce spot ideas off of, and he actually gave me the spot that won me the JL title. i'd also suggest forming a tag team; tag team matches are great for coming up with ideas. a lot of people write tag matches in two blocks, but when i teamed with zack and supes we'd just write until the match bored us, a tactic which works very well because if it's boring you to write it, it's probably going to bore a marker to read it.

i <3 casino brawls.

what was random about the line, exactly? it served its purpoe to highlight the father's contempt for his son's profession, as well as his father's lack of respect for him in comparison with his brother. you're not supposed to care about the brother, you're supposed to care about the main character in this particular story, and the father's love of the brother hurts the main character in the story. there's nothing random about the line itself, as it fits pretty damn well with the story that was being told.

wow, i guess everybody else thought last night's show was a disappointment, too. last week was the first episode i've just felt bored watching, and i spent much of it doing homework instead. i'm sure the reporter will reappear later this season, but good lord, they're not hitting the emotional high they should with the harriet/matt relationship solely because they're not doing enough to string you along in between high points. long drawn-out conversations that mostly tell useless knowledge do not a hit show make.

i actually have two matches in my box. obviously raynor has tapped into some motivational store that i was unaware of.

so the titans FINALLY picked one up today. i'm thrilled.

uh. oh wow. i believe in joel zumaya.

wow, kurt warner is really fucking useless.

"i'm not gonna pull a kanye tonight, america!" thank god. i know i'm jumping the gun, but i've been yelling "OMG IT'S THE NEW GREATEST SHOW ON TURF" for two weeks now. i love watching brees drive this offence.

after Smarkdown... "FUCK!" *WHAM!* The 'fuck' is Mike Van Siclen's enraged voice, and the 'wham' is him taking his anger out on an unfortunately placed locker with a well-placed fist. Our scene opens up on the Spectacle's locker room, which is fairly barren -- black-and-white television in one corner, a single bench and a wall of lockers, with a small shower nestled in a corner. When he demanded a private locker room, this was not what he had in mind. *CRASH!* And that is the sound of Van Siclen taking the television and throwing it at a wall, popping the glass and causing a loud noise but not really solving anything. Van Siclen throws the bench over, yelling various obscenities as two Bell Center security officers bust open the door to the locker room. "What the HELL is going on in here?" Van Siclen moves the hair out of his eyes, his breathing heavy and his facial expression pure hatred. "What does it look like?" Van Siclen punches a locker for emphasis, putting another dent into the weakly-built Canadian metal. Security quickly takes action, the smaller of the two quickly speaking into his radio while the larger one charges Van Siclen, wrapping both arms around the Spectacle's waist and driving him into the cold concrete wall. Van Siclen lets out a pained whimper, and the large security guard backs up, allowing Van Siclen to slide down the wall, woozy. The guard turns his back to Van Siclen, looking back to his partner to check the status of whoever was radioed... ... but from behind comes Van Siclen with a stiff elbow to the head! The security guard reels from the blow, grabbing his head, and Van Siclen looks to continue the assault -- but again, the security guard drops the shoulder and drives it into Van Siclen's midsection! It's Van Siclen's turn to reel, out of breath, and the large security guard roughly throws Van Siclen into the corner with the shower. Van Siclen hits it hard, slumping down into a sitting position, blood starting to emerge from a cut on his lip as the guard turns the water on cold and stands there, watching a steaming mad Van Siclen cool off. "What the hell is going on in here?" And that is the voice of Joseph Peters, speaking in cold, even tones that show that he's not even remotely amused by the situation at hand. He surveys the damage -- broken television, dented lockers, heavily-breathing security guard watching Van Siclen sit in a cold shower. Now, the President cocks a smile. "What, is he in time out or something?" Van Siclen glares at Peters and gets to his feet, ready to charge the Prez -- but the security guard has none of that, throwing the Spectacle back into the shower. Mike groans, obviously in a bit of pain, and Peters stands above him. "What's wrong, Mike? Are you upset?" Van Siclen just continues to glare, not appreciating the treatment from Peters but not in the mood to get slammed into another concrete wall. "Look, Michael, I'm not impressed either. I'll send you a bill for the damage. You take your shower, you cool off, and I'll see you at Storm." Peters glances at the security guard. "You make sure he stays under control." Satisfied, Peters turns heel and begins to leave... "What, is Wildchild in charge of event security now?" The snide, sneering remark from Van Siclen causes the President to hesitate a step, but he continues to walk out. "You need to get your God damned federation under control, Peters! You're letting people walk all over you and you don't have the backbone to do SHIT about it!" Peters whirls around, fury crossing his face. "And YOU need to shut your mouth." Peters smooths out his tie, staring daggers at the suddenly silent Van Siclen. "Listen up, buddy. It's not my fault that you're convinced that everything bad that happens to you is a result of Wildchild. It's not my fault that you have all the competitive fire of a horsefly, and it's certainly not my fault that you couldn't win a match against a piece of cardboard." "Listen, you..." "No, YOU listen." Van Siclen stops, not used to seeing the President put his foot down. "You just got your ass handed to you by a security guard. What kind of wrestler worth half a damn gets beaten down by a security guard, Mike? And you know, I can understand you not wanting to fight Wildchild, because if you're not getting in any offence against guys like Blank and Matthews, a guy like Wildchild is going to run circles around you and make you look like an idiot." Peters smirks. "Then again, being an idiot is the only thing you can do all by yourself." Van Siclen moves to get up, but a stiff boot from security keeps him in his place. "Let's face it, Mike, your wrestling career is pathetic. Wildchild is going to eat you alive, and then you can rot in dark matches for all I care. Collect that paycheck that you were so adamant about getting and let these people remember you as the cocksucker you are, and then you can go home when your deal runs out and I never have to deal with you again." Peters turns and leaves, leaving a very wet Van Siclen to do nothing but sit and steam...

that would be assuming that all non-US buys come from the UK, which, if you'll take a look at the vast number of canadians around these parts, seems like a terrible assumption. your point, however, is still very valid regarding JD and GAB.

has anybody else had the game come to an abrupt halt with thirty seconds left? and then, flash up the white text "there is a problem with your disc. it may be dirty or damaged." and then NEVER DO ANYTHING and leave me having to completely replay a game? cause it happened to my xbox copy.

so i couldn't remember if i was responsible for the andrew w.k. thing or not. as a result, i went back to check, and discovered two things. 1) i was. 2) i'd forgotten why i blocked that show out of my mind, but after looking at the card thread all the memories came flooding back. what a damn nightmare.

if anything, it's a tribute to how good scott storch is as a producer. i'd say that dude's probably number one in terms of power producers right now.

honestly that's probably the funniest post i've ever read in the history of the swf. maybe tsm all together. this thread definitely will belong in classics by the time we're done. keep that hilarity coming, guys.

i declare.

i came to represent for zack malibu. kid's my negro.

BUMP for all the graduated HS seniors. starting at savannah college of art and design in the fall.

i'm going to catch a lot of shit for this but baby bash, before he started doing love songs with frankie j and akon, was actually pretty grimy. if you can find any of his potna deuce stuff ("hennessey" in particular), it's definitely worth a listen. was ill bill the guy responsible for "anatomy of a school shooting"? because that was my favorite song back in the day.

al: are the devil rays better than their record would indicate, and do they have a chance at making a serious playoff run in the next five years?

i still can't believe that we didn't catch more shit for doing ground zero from two locations. and by "cant believe" i mean "love".