Chuck Woolery

I find the thought of a poster named "Ban Agnes" awesome. Make it happen.

Calvin will NOT be in the building. Or will he? Hmm.

Well, our match is coming along somewhere between "slow" and "steady", which is mostly my fault, but eh. 2417 as I type this, and I'm getting back to the match.

"Nail In The Coffin" - Eminem

Not only would the SJL eat you alive, but I'd EAT YOU ALIVE! /Fred Durst

*beltshots Peter Knight* *goes back to tag title match as well*

You can't have a full list without "Come On Down" by Crystal Waters. Greatest theme EVER.

Cleveland: 24 St. Louis Rams Cleveland Browns Jacksonville Jaguars (take the safe choice with the LOCK) New England Patriots Philadelphia Eagles Minnesota Vikings Tennessee Titans Kansas City Chiefs Oakland Raiders Carolina Panthers Dallas Cowboys Denver Broncos Indianapolis Colts Green Bay Packers

Ejiro Fasaki vs. "The Maori Badass" Va'aiga - Ejiro on a hunch. "The Sinner" John Duran vs. English Dragon - Decay v Decay. Gotsta go with Duran. Jay Dawg vs. The Boston Strangler - Uh... Strangler. Why the fuck is Jay Dawg even booked? "The Franchise" Mak Francis vs. "The Sacred One" Andrew Blackwell - I could see Francis going over here, though *why* is beyond me. That said, Blackwell. Wildchild vs. Johhny "The Barracuda" Dangerous - Wildchild is the safe choice, but I'm CRAZY and going with Johnny. "Deathwish" Danny Williams vs. "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson - I'm thinking Danny. I don't know, however. Double Jeopardy (Quiz and Show) vs. Crowe and Dante Crane - This match had best rule, whether it's our interpretation or theirs. Edwin MacPhisto vs. Nathaniel "Silent" Kibagami - It's safe to say the outcome is predetermined, I'd think. However, I don't know which outcome it is. Push. Dace Night (representing "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens) vs. Bastion (representing the Hville Thugg) vs. Michael Craven (representing the Suicide King) - King retains control. AND THE MAIN EVENT… "THE SUPERIOR ONE" TOM FLESHER VS. "JUDGE MENTAL" WILLIAM HEARFORD - Sigh. This match parallels, to a degree, my match with Judge last year... I was the heavy favorite (God knows why, but I was) to take control of the fed with the bumping of CIA and Mak Francis, in a match with Fugue, Thor, and Judge. I got overconfident, I threw together 7000 words and Judge flat stomped me. I don't deny this. Judge then proceeded to usher in a new era in the JL, leading to the rise of Wildchild, Ejiro, and Johnny, among others, whilst I faded into the background, only to reemerge in another title tournament. The differences are simple. Tom is far from anything like me, and he knows that he has to put something spectacular together. Judge is a fresh challenger here, having been primarily a tag wrestler until this month. Thus, he's going to come at it with his all, and probably accomplish one of two things. a) He'll come up for air at 3000 words and run out of ideas. or b) He will write the match of his fucking life. Obviously, the likely choice here is b. However, we've seen several people pull out the match of their lives against Tom, only to get defeated. So the real question is will Judge end up like Strangler, who pulled out a HELL of a match to come up just short, or like Thoth, who pulled out a HELL of a match and became the champ? The change begins now. Judge to become champ.

I appreciate you bringing up my horrible kayfabe record, SS. That said, my only picks are Sly, Axel and Colvid, and Poet. Thank you and goodnight.

Did I ever say I wouldn't gladly take the award? I'm just pointing out the... oddness... of an Ash Ketchum award.

...wait a minute. I'm nominated for the Ash Ketchum award?

Unlike the rest of you ass-heads, I have the common sense to vote for The Man in White. Yay me.

::calmly strolls into the thread:: Uh, in case you haven't noticed, I'm the top dog here. Carry on.

I'd third the "...", but Edwin's my marker. Ba dum, tish

... so do we, or don't we?

I think the true lesson here is that even if someone is a fucking idiot, they might have talent. At least, I think that's what it meant.

Matt Myers v. Mike Van Siclen, with Judge Mental as the special referee. Great match despite a weird finish.

EDIT: I thought you meant JL-only to nominate. My bad.

Editor's note: If this is bad, it's because of my caffeine addiction. If it's good, SS and I are creative geniuses. --- FIRE IN THE DISCO FIRE IN THE TACO BELL Strobe lights strobe lights strobe lights shine all around and we see Quiz and Show and they be dancing all about like whoa! The Tag Team Champions bump each others' chests and Show does it so powerfully, Quiz stumbles back, right into Charisma Carpenter's breasts! Charisma: Those are my breasts! Quiz: And how! While Quiz continues his deep, moving conversation with Charisma Carpenter, Show begins rugging a cut on the dance floor, waving his arms in the air like he just don't care! DANGER DANGER HIGH VOLTAGE! WHEN WE TOUCH! WHEN WE KISS! Show drops down on the floor and tries to breakdance, until his pants rip clean down the middle! "I can see his penis!" "That's not a penis, that's an artery!" Meanwhile, Quiz has taken Charisma Carpenter over to the bar, beginning to take shots Everclear! Show gets helped up off the ground by a grungy looking, gothic stoner! Show: OMIGOD IT'S DANTE CRANE. DOUBLE-YOU-TEE-EFF DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU GOTHIC WHORE. WHERE'S CROW? SURVEY SAYS I'M GOING TO BUST A HOLE IN HIS UPPER THIGH AND FISH OUT HIS LARGE INTESTINE, FINAL ANSWER!! "..." Show: Oh, don't play that with me! You take your sorry ass out of this club or I'll PowerBOMB you down onto the multicolored flash panels! Meanwhile, at the bar! Quiz: .......and so I SAID! "Youuuuu ig'nANT FOOL! go BACK to AUSSSSSTRALIA!" "..." Quiz downs another shot, continuing. "An so he wasssh all "YO BOOYAH!" an' I wassh all "Whasshu talkin bout Va'ai... Vaning... Va'igggy... whassh his name?" "Va'aiga?" "Sshhha, thass it. 'Ey, SHOW!" Show stumbles over to the bar, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Yeah, Quiz?" "Tell dis girl abou' tha' Aussstralian bisch while I go drink summore o'dat Everrclearr." IT WOULD BE AWESOME! IF WE COULD DANCE! "Well, Ms. Carpenter, you see, my small friend here..." "I'm nosssmall, I'm big boned!" "Whatever... anyway, he has a problem with this large fellow by the name of Va'aiga..." "WHADDA FUCK!" "...excuse me?" "Whadda FUCK is this?" Show looks up at where Quiz is looking, to a television screen showing Ejiro darting away from Frost's door like a tiny Mexican mouse. Show looks back at his partner. "I believe it's an Ejiro Fasaki promo." "That wassh rhetorical, ass..." Show rolls his eyes. "So anyway, Quiz and I have an issue with this Va'aiga fella, and his partner Dace Night. You see, they want our fabulous prizes..." "What are da tag titless!" "...yes, the tag titles. They want the tag titles, but we want to keep the tag titles, see?" Ms. Carpenter nods. Show continues, "So, what we want to do, in short, is defeat Dace Night and Va'aiga, both emotionally and physi..." *CRASH!* *fizzle, POP!* Show and Charisma both look up, to see the smoking television set, now broken! They both look over at Quiz, red-faced and irate. "THOSE FUCKERS!" "...what are you talking about, Quiz?" "I wass gointa repaint dere car!" "...huh?" "Ejiro an Judge... they painned SpongeBob on Dace's car... dat wass MY IDEA!... I wass gonna put a pissure of Mark Summerssh on there..." Show turns back to Ms. Carpenter. "So then there's these other two guys who want our belts... Dante Crane and Crow... well, they're really gothic and stuff, right? And they're all angry at the world and RAR KILL... and survey says they might be the #1 contenders to our titles too... so we don't know if we're going to fight..." "DEFEAT!" "...uh, we don't know if we're going to defeat Dante Crane and Crow or Dace Night and Va'aiga..." "Why don' we jusss kill them all?" "Uh... because that's illegal!" "Shut the fuck up... lemme talk to the feeeeemale... hey baby... survey sayss I'm your number one ansser...." Show grabs Quiz, who makes a move at Charisma Carpenter. "I'm sorry, he's a bit Edwinized..." "It's okay, really. I'm used to this by now." "Right... so anyway, yeah. We have to defend at Genesis 4 in a couple weeks... we polled a hundred people, they all want us to be tag champs... but when we're in the ring, and we're fighting them, I don't know who's going to lose a turn, us or them..." "THE TRIBE HASSPOKEN!" "Christ..." Show turns around, to see Quiz on top of a Dante Crane-looking goth, punching away at his head. "You're nottgonna fuck with ME... I'm the cenner motherfuckin' SWEAR..." Show grabs Quiz, holding him in a fireman's carry as he walks towards the exit. "Jeez, dude, it's center square... your pronunciation really goes when you're drunk." "Survey says I'mma kill that muzzafucka... whezzer he lies it or not..." "Calm down, dude... save your aggression for Kibagami..." Show walks out, Quiz on his shoulders as inside the club, the party keeps on going... STOP! CONTINUE!

Feel free to continue, though. I like "the milk in our coconut". To make this post semi-worthwhile, I'll have a promo or something in for you guys

This concept intrigues me.

Ah, thanks Johnny. I don't even come close to Ejiro's promo here... although I shouldn't have likened the two, because in reality they're not much alike. Aside from the whole "That-asshole-stole-my-gimmick" thing that inspired the promo, of course. What I was aiming for (and hopefully succeeded at) was painting Show in a more serious light, while showcasing the over-the-top zaniness that is Quiz, although I think that may have gotten lost in the big words and blurred text. Fuck me, I'm sick, I swear. Back to the match. - CW

There's a Calvin promo? ...radcore.

Actually, I was under the impression Earl was going next week. I could be wrong, though.