A Happy Medium

Thanks everybody.

I just got back from a midnight showing down the street. It is the best Batman movie ever in my opinion. It's a movie for the comic book fans, but it is also for people who haven't read a comic book but have seen the movies. It gives a tremendous back story to the character itself. You find out the hows and whys. Even the action movie catchphrases were good. Nothing seemed forced. Christian Bale is maybe the best Batman. Indeed, the different voices he uses are a great touch. His Batman voice itself is so menacing and awesome. Everything means something in the movie. It is clever. The directing was top notch. The casting was great. Morgan Freeman was his usual good self. Michael Caine is my favorite Alfred. He was not wasted in the least. Gary Oldman was good once more, and brought an awesome mustache with him. I even thought that Katie Holmes brought forth the effort and goodness. Liam Neeson was badass, and had great chemistry with Bale. There's so much to say about the movie, but I don't want to give out any spoilers. But when you see it, you'll be craving the sequel.

Dream matches... Rock vs. Carlito Rock vs. Rob Conway Rock vs. Eugene Rock vs. Shawn Michaels (they have matched up, right?) Rock vs. Shelton Benjamin

If I were the Bulls I would try to pick up Toni Kukoc to have limited minutes coming off of the bench. Also, they need to find out for sure what the condition of Eddy Curry is. Maybe they can steal Z from Cleveland so they can have a more dominate center. The health concerns of both men cancel each other out.

Bill Gramatica tore his ACL celebrating. It was so funny. I remember the Quarterback incident, but can't put a name on it.

He had a terrible excuse too. "Yeah, I was detained by airport security." *Old Man McMahon busts through the door wearing a stained wife beater and dual wielding pump shotguns* "TERRORIST!" What amazing news.

Apparently, our newb actually runs the IGNWF. So is he a newb? *remembers the scramble to come here three years ago* ...... *bodyslam*

It's weird seeing someone say they run the IGNWF. To me, it died three years ago when it moved. The SJL is dead. Which was the IGNJL. Welcome to the SWF.

Ejiro and Spike Wildchild Buck IL Rogers Zyon I love fast reply.

I didn't know about these jackets.... Hey ELM. Its Munich. Nice of you to drop by.

Who would be who? Is Neilsen Han Solo? Is Toxxic Anakin Skywalker? Is Tom Flesher Yoda? Is Ejiro Fasaki Obi Wan Kinobi? Is Spike Jenkins Jar Jar Binks?

http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2066296 I think it is funny the Cubs are blaming Zambrano's typing on part of his arm troubles.

Hmmm..I must now reinstall CIV 3. The gameplay looks badass as well. I love how you can declare war. "Your head would look good at the end of a pole." - Declare War

Because 10000 words matches are faggy compared to 6000 word rps....how do you talk about your character for that long anyway?

EWR 4.0...son of a bitch.

By the end of my match, I may be writing 17000 words in the last three shows. I feel you, Champ.

“Welcome back to SWF Smarkdown, from the Jakarta Coliseum in Jakarta, Indonesia!” roars Longdogger Pete after Smarkdown comes back to live air. “We have already had an amazing show thus far, but now it is time for the main event!” “Am I the only one who doesn’t see the logic in this match up?” says King. “On Lockdown, Arch Griffon who was part of one of the losing teams in the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Tag Team Championships. How, after losing a title match, is a man rewarded another?” “Maybe Jay Hawke has needed to defend his title for a while now. And the powers that be decided to give him Arch Griffon to defend against,” says Pete. “Also, Arch Griffon is not at one hundred percent tonight. He won’t say this, but he is hurting. Perhaps Jay Hawke has actually gotten a break going into this match.” “That is nonsense, Pete. Griffon is unstable, looking for blood, and just so much bigger than Jay Hawke. Plus, he lost. He needs to work himself back up in order to receive any sort of title shot!” Before another word is said, “Bloodlust of the Human Condition” kicks up on the PA system. The arena fades into darkness as the song starts up. Just as the song kicks into high gear, blinding white pyro blasts from the stage. The fans cheer madly as Arch Griffon emerges from behind the curtain and starts to make his way to the ring. Inside of the ring, Funyon introduces the competitors. “Your Main Event of the evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWF International Title! Introducing first, from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at three-hundred two pounds….AARRCH GRRIFFFONN!” “How fitting is it King that the International Title is defended here in Indonesia? This is truly a treat for our International Fans,” says Pete. “Forget these fans! They’re here for the blinking lights and controlled explosions! Once again, why does Arch Griffon receive this shot?” asks King. Griffon continues his way to the ring, focused for the task at hand. He climbs into the ring and after being checked for weapons by Funyon, walks over to the nearby ropes and does some stretches. “I am surprised to see that Griffon is not mummified in bandages after the grueling match he and five others went through last week. Some part of his body must be hurting him,” says Pete. “I believe Griffon has taken the right approach when it comes to bandaging up. Jay Hawke is a damned fine technical wrestler, and can pick out body parts to work on with the best of them,” says King. “Without bandages, he makes it harder for Jay to find weaknesses.” “Learning to Fly” by Pink Floyd comes on the PA as the lights dim. Funyon stands in the ring, and begins to read off of a note card given to him. “And his opponent, from the Hall of Fame City of Cleveland, Ohio, and weighing in at two-hundred fifteen pounds…The SWF International Champion….he is ‘The Dean of Professional Wrestling’….JAAYY HHAWKKE!” “And here comes the Champion. Jay Hawke looks his usual arrogant self tonight. That robe looks magnificent,” says Pete. “He dresses the way a Champion should dress. I respect that. He realizes that when he performs, it may be the only time the people in attendance get to see him in person, and he wants to make a larger than life impression on them,” explains The Suicide King. A spotlight shines on Jay Hawke as he makes his way to the ring. As Hawke makes his way onto the ring apron, he takes off his robe, folds it, and hands it to the ring attendant. Then he stands up on the turnbuckle with both arms in the air as the crowd boos. After he enters the ring, Senior Referee Bobo Phett checks for weapons, and finds none. Jay Hawke approaches the middle of the ring, where the imposing Griffon stands. Phett calls for the bell. *DINGDINGDING!* The two men immediately circle the ring. They continue circling for few moments, looking for weaknesses in each other. Finally, they lock up. Both men strain back and forth, fighting over leverage. The weaker Jay Hawke gets leverage, and starts to make Griffon retreat. Arch then uses Jay’s momentum against him, and spins around of Hawke, getting behind him. Archie puts on a rear waistlock, and lifts Hawke off of his feet. Griffon spins down to his stomach, taking Hawke with him. Jay is underneath Griffon, who quickly moves his arms and hooks Jay with a double chickenwing. After locking his hands together, Archie spins around again, and sits on the seat of his tights. He holds Hawke to the mat with a Double Chickenwing Cradle! The surprised Phett slides into position. ONE! TWO!! TH-NO!!! “A quick cradle from Archie almost wins him the match before the first minute is recorded!” exclaims Pete. “Hawke looked to be caught off guard by the intricate cradle. Griffon no doubt learned that move back in high school,” says King. Hawke is able to break free of the pin, and then quickly rolls free and away from Griffon. They both get back to their feet, and start to circle once more. They meet in the middle of the ring, and lock up once more. This time, Hawke breaks off and grabs onto Arch’s left arm, he quickly spins around, and give the arm to a tight twist. Griffon grimaces with each extra tug that Jay gives. Hawke continues his journey and gets behind Arch’s back. He quickly puts a hammerlock onto Griffon’s arm. He brings the hand up as far as he can on Griffon’s back. Arch involuntary touches his clavicle. Hawke ducks down to get leverage on Arch. Griffon throws a few back elbows with his right arm, but Jay is too short for them to connect. Arch then reaches back and grabs Jay by the hair. He brings him up as far as he can, and before Phett can get on his case for the hair pulling, Griffon puts his arm around Jay’s head, and brings him over in a quick snapmare. Arch chains the snapmare into a rear chinlock. “Hawke goes after the left arm early, and Griffon counters with a snapmare. It looks like Archie is trying to wrestle with Jay, which is a departure from his normal run and smash style,” says Longdogger Pete. “I do not believe that Griffon can beat Jay with pure wrestling. He needs to use his strength to walk out with the title tonight,” says King. Jay sits in the ring, with Arch’s arms securely in place around his chin. Hawke starts to power up back to his feet. As he reaches his feet, his arrival is greeted by a few knees to the head from Griffon. Hawke stumbles a moment and then Arch grabs the wrist of The Dean, and whips Hawke across the ring. Jay bounces off of the far ropes, and races back at Griffon standing in the middle of the ring. Griffon goes for a quick clothesline, but Hawke ducks and races right passed Archie. Hawke comes back at Archie, and leaps into the air. His calf slams across Griffon’s face, knocking him to the canvas with a Leg Lariat. Hawke leaps back to his feet, and quickly shows the fans how smart he is, by pointing an index finger to his temple. “Jay Hawke loves himself, doesn’t he,” says Pete. “However, he had better not take Griffon lightly.” “You do not take any opponent lightly,” says King. Griffon quickly scurries back to his feet. He stumbles as he reaches his feet, dazed after a leg colliding with his head. Jay turns around into another lock up. This time, Archie over powers his opponent, and slips behind. Archie throws a hammerlock of his own on Jay’s left arm. Hawke winces as Arch torques hard on the arm. Jay, thinking quickly, hooks his left leg around the back of Griffon’s knee, and then leaps backwards with his right. He trips up Arch, and falls with him to the mat. The impact of them both hitting the mat makes Griffon lose his grip on Jay’s arm. The Dean starts to scurry around on the canvas like a cockroach trying to avoid an angry human. Arch to starts to scurry on the mat, and both of them fight over position. Finally, after Griffon falls over Jay and lands on his stomach, Jay climbs over, grabs onto Archie’s left arm, leans into Griffon’s shoulder and pulls back the arm into a Fujiwara Armbar! “The legendary and dreadfully painful Fujiwara Armbar!” exclaims Pete. “It’s too bad that Hawke couldn’t lock on his move in the middle of the ring. The damage he could have inflicted on Griffon’s arm could have forced the big man to tap out,” says King. The crowd starts to get behind Griffon as he slowly drags himself towards the ropes. He almost bites off his lower lip before he finally gets to the ropes and throws his right hand across the bottom rope. Bobo quickly gets into Jay’s face and tells him to relinquish his hold on Griffon, but The Dean doesn’t. Phett quickly starts a five count as the crowd jeers Hawke. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Hawke lets go just before Phett can complete his count. Hawke rises to his feet, and rests by conversing with Phett, as Griffon starts to swing around his left arm, trying to loosen it up. “Jay Hawke took full advantage of Phett’s five count there, running the count up to four before letting go,” says Pete. “That is very understandable behavior from the International Champion. How often is one able to put a man nearly one hundred pounds heavier than them in a move like that and make it last. He needs to attack that arm now,” says King. Jay finally quits chatting with Phett to advance towards Griffon. Archie, favoring his left arm, pulls himself up to his feet with the nearby ropes. Arch turns back towards The Dean, and immediately gets a right hand to the jaw. The impact knocks Griffon back up against the ropes. As Griffon bounces back off of the ropes, Hawke runs behind and quickly puts another hammerlock, continuing to work on Griffon’s arm. Jay pushes hard on Griffon and spins him around so that Arch is facing the near corner. Hawke shoves him into the corner and holds the hammerlock. The small senior referee once again starts up a five count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Hawke lets go again. After he lets Griffon go, he quickly slams a forearm into the back of Griffon’s head, drawing some jeers for the Jakarta crowd. “Hawke continues to work on that arm, which is responsible for much of Griffon’s signature moves,” says Pete. “However, Hawke is now starting to think himself better than Arch, and that may come back to hurt him.” “I think Hawke is just trying to get Arch riled up, so that he can stretch him out on the mat after Arch makes a big mistake,” says The Suicide King. Hawke stands in the middle of the ring, once again pointing to his brain. In the corner, Griffon recovers, still shaking his arm out. Finally, Arch, embarrassed after getting that forearm to the back of the head, comes charging out of the corner towards Jay, who stands ready for him this time. Jay leans back, and then comes forward with a Roundhouse Kick, but Archie is able to duck it and get behind Hawke. The bigger man quickly wraps his hands around the International Champion’s waist, and then brings him back over his head with a German Suplex! The fans pop happily, as Hawke lands hard on his shoulders and head. Griffon meanwhile, stays on the mat, and clutches his left arm in pain. “Oh boy. Griffon is in deep trouble now, King,” says Longdogger Pete. “If he has a problem picking up the lighter man for a German Suplex, a move that revolves around back and leg strength, how is Griffon going to be able to guide Jay into the mat for the Arch Nemesis?” “Better yet, how is Jay Hawke going to put the wingspan on such a big man?” asks King. Jay struggles to get to his feet. Before he can get up, Arch crawls over, pushes him to the canvas, and goes for a pinfall. Bobo Phett gets down into position. ONE! TWO!! T-NO!!! Hawke is able to power out of the pinfall, not yet worn down. Griffon meanwhile, gets back to his feet, and before attacking Hawke, shakes out his left arm with a grimace. Then, Griffon walks over to Hawke, and picks him up off of the canvas. As he rises, the slippery Hawke reaches through Griffon’s arm, and gouges his opponent in the eyes. Griffon backpedals into the middle of the ring, and then tackled to the ground by Hawke, who executes a double leg trip. Griffon falls to the mat, and the smaller man quickly grabs Griffon left arm, and after stomping Arch on the forehead a couple of time, drops down and puts a quick Short Armed Scissors. Griffon yells in pain, as Jay continues to work on his injured left arm. “And Jay Hawke looks to unload his entire arsenal of moves into that already injured left arm of Archie’s,” says Pete. “Once Jay Hawke sinks in that Wing Span, Griffon will have no choice but to tap out,” says King. Arch struggles on the mat. He tries to rock himself over onto his left side in order to alleviate the stress on his shoulder, but he can’t. Hawke uses this time to demand Referee Bobo ask Griffon if he quits. “ASK HIM!” The Dean yells, confident that Griffon has nothing left only five or six minutes into the match. The referee asks Archie if he submits, and the stubborn Griffon shakes his head no, and continues to fight for freedom. The Indonesian crowd starts to clap in unison, attempting to will Griffon to break free from Jay’s clutches. Griffon continues to rock on the mat, and finally, he gets onto his side. The hulking Archie reaches with his right arm and grasps onto Jay’s hands the lock onto his own left hand. With a grunt, Griffon picks Hawke off of the mat, and with a show of freakish power, is able to get Hawke on top of his shoulders. Both men have their arms locked up, as Griffon races to the near ropes next to the entrance ramp. He attempts to throw Hawke off of him and over the top rope. Hawke cannot hang on, and goes tumbling over the top rope and to the floor! “Griffon counters that Short Armed Scissors from Hawke with nothing but brute strength,” says Pete. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say. Arch used his greatest asset in desperation,” says King. The crowd cheers as Hawke lies hurt on the floor, slowly getting back to his feet. Back inside the ring, Arch leans over the ropes looking down Jay, his right hand holding onto his left shoulder. As Griffon sees Jay getting back to his feet, a wry smile comes over his face, after shaking out his arm once more, Arch turns around and races to the far ropes. He quickly bounces off of the ropes, and comes back towards Hawke, who rises back to his feet. Griffon leaps over the top rope and then flattens Jay onto the floor with the Bloodlust Plancha! The fans cheer wildly at the display from Griffon. “Bloodlust Plancha flattens Jay Hawke! Both men are down!” yells Pete. “Griffon had better capitalize on this, or there may be a double count out, which would be the worst way to end this match,” says King. ONE! Bobo Phett has already started his count for Griffon and Hawke. Jay lies flat on his back, breathing heavily. Meanwhile, Griffon once again holds onto his shoulder, as it took some damage during his move to the outside. TWO! Archie pulls himself back to his feet with the nearby fan barrier, and advances to Jay’s position. Griffon pulls Jay back to his feet. THREE! After picking up Hawke, Griffon slams him in the jaw with a European Uppercut that nearly takes Hawke’s head off. Griffon then goes low and grabs Jay by the waist. The Dean is thrust back into the ring apron by Griffon. Jay arches his back in pain, his groans audible to the viewer. FOUR! As Hawke bounces off of the apron and walks back towards Griffon, the hoss of a man grabs The Dean around the waist and throws him over his head with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Hawke lands not on the mats outside of the ring, but lands hard on the black carpet that leads to the entrance ramp. Hawke’s earlier groans turn into screams, as he once again arches his back in pain. FIVE! “Arch Griffon is taking control of this match by brutalizing Hawke on the outside,” says Pete. “The outside is Arch’s domain. He is easily able to exert his will on Jay by using his strength advantage,” says King. Archie climbs back to his feet, still clutching onto his hurting shoulder. He checks on the fallen Hawke, and then walks over to the ring apron. He rolls in, and then rolls out of the ring, breaking the count. “And Griffon looks to do even more damage on the outside, as he interrupts referee Phett’s count,” says Pete. Griffon drags himself out of the ring, and again approaches Hawke. As Arch peals Hawke off of the floor, he is met with a punch to the ribcage. Griffon loses his wind for a moment, but gets it back after slowing down Jay with a well placed knee to the head. Griffon then grabs Jay by the back of the head and sends him down into the nearby steel steps. *BAM!* ONE! Hawke now sits against the steel steps, his breathing heavy. Griffon backs a up few steps, and looks down at Jay Hawke. After he hunches over for a moment, Griffon races in, looking to smash Hawke into the stairs. Jay, however, scoots out of the way at the last second, letting Griffon smash his knee into the stairs and tumble over them! The crowd lets out a large groan as Griffon slams into the ground holding his right knee. TWO! “Jay Hawke is a very lucky man. Griffon was less than a second away from cracking his skull against those stairs,” says Pete. “Now Hawke has to keep working on that arm. He has to keep his focus,” says King. Jay Hawke slowly rises to his feet. After he gets up, he brings his hand up to his temple and once again points to his brain. The gesture isn’t done with much coolness to it, as Jay is just going through the motions. He stumbles over to Griffon and slowly gets the big man back to his feet. THREE! Hawke grabs Griffon’s injured left arm, and pulls it over near the ring post. Jay hops over the crooked steel stairs, as Griffon, dazed, has his arm still next to the steel post. Hawke gets to the other side, grabs Griffon by the wrist and pulls Griffon’s left arm. Arch screams as his shoulder and arm are separated by the steel ring post! Hawke holds on to the arm and keeps pulling. FOUR! “And Jay Hawke has found a way to work on the arm by using the environment outside!” yell Pete. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! “He is just tearing that arm apart,” says King. Finally, Hawke lets go of the arm. Arch drops to his knees and immediately grabs the arm. Jay, rested nicely now, walks over to Griffon and throws him into the ring. Hawke follows before Phett’s count can reach nine. Hawke stands in the middle of the ring and waits for Griffon. Arch slowly fights back to his feet. He pushes himself up with his right arm. Griffon approaches Jay. The Dean quickly grabs Griffon’s left wrist with his hands, then pulls Griffon into him. Hawke’s shoulder collides with Arch’s. Griffon howls in pain. Hawke then puts Arch in a front face lock. Jay spins and lands on his back, giving Archie a picture perfect Swinging Neckbreaker! Arch lies sprawled on his back, his right arm grabbing his neck. Jay quickly attempts a pin on Archie, and makes sure to hook a leg. Phett gets into position. ONE! TWO!! THR-NO!!! “Hawke is now mixing up his attacks, as he just hit a brilliant Neckbreaker!” yells Pete. “That is a sign of a true professional. Work on one body part just to open up another,” says King. Jay springs to his feet, and immediately gets into Phett’s face. Bobo just puts up two fingers. Hawke shakes his head in disgust and slowly walks over to the side ropes. He then climbs through them and stands on the apron. Back in the middle of the ring, Archie fights back to his feet, his head cloudy. Slowly, he turns back around towards Jay Hawke, who stands on the apron, holding the top rope with two hands. Hawke hops up onto the top rope, and then springs off of it. He springs high into the air, and outstretches his arm, looking for a Springboard Lariat. Arch sees him coming, and fires a clothesline of his own. Both men connect with their clothesline, and they both are thrown to the mat! The crowd groans in approval, if such a thing is possible. “The Dean and Griffon just collided into each other with clotheslines, and both are down,” says Pete. “We might have a riot on our hands if this contest ends without a result,” says King. Bobo Phett looks down and sees that both men are down. He has no choice but to start to count out both competitors. The crowd chants along with Phett’s count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Finally, both Griffon and Hawke get to their feet. Hawke gets the jump on Griffon, and throws a forearm that rocks Arch’s head back. Griffon then returns fire with a forearm of his own. The Dean wobbles, but then comes back with another. Archie sways back, and then puts some mustard behind a forearm of his own. This forearm rocks back Hawke. Before the Champion can answer back, Griffon surges forward, and attempts an Irish whip on Jay. However, The Dean spins through and whips Archie instead. Griffon bounces off of the ropes and comes back at Jay, who shoots for a running clothesline. Griffon ducks it, and Jay rushes back to the ropes, he bounces back. Arch bows down and waits to launch Jay with a Backdrop. Hawke flips over his foe, and lands on the seat of his pants. He grabs Archie by the tights, and tries to bring him over in a sunset flip. Griffon doesn’t budge, however. Instead, Arch reaches down with his right hand, and grips Hawke around the neck and brings him back to his feet. Hawke then reverses this by leaping up on top of Arch’s shoulder, looking for a Hurricanrana! However, Griffon reverses this by dropping Jay on the back of his head with a Mucho Gusto Powerbomb! “Griffon hits the Powerbomb with much gusto on Hawke!” screams Pete. “Hawke got greedy there. He was overconfident about the damage done to Griffon’s arm, and now he may have bruised his brain,” says King. Griffon falls to mat before he can make a cover, cradling his aching left arm. Finally, Arch starts to crawl towards the sprawling out Hawke. He lays his right arm over Hawke’s chest. The senior referee makes the count. ONE! TWO!! THRE-NO!!! “And Jay Hawke kicks out,” says Pete. Griffon rolls over after The Dean kicks out. He stares up to the heavens, frustrated. Archie then gets up to his feet, looks out into the crowd, and starts to thrust his right arm, signaling for the piledriver. The fans eat it up, as Griffon slowly drags Jay Hawke back to his feet. Arch leisurely puts a standing head scissors on Jay, and with a grimace, wraps both hands Hawke’s waist. “He’s going for the Arch Nemesis, King,” says Pete. “I know that, Pete,” says King. “The only question is whether or not Arch can control Hawke while he is in the air. That arm of his has been weakened terribly.” Arch slowly brings Hawke up for the Arch Nemesis. He whines as he gets Jay into the air, and attempts to position his arms correctly. A scream comes for Griffon, and he quickly loses control of Hawke. Jay crashes to the canvas in what looks like a poorly done Gutwrench Suplex. Griffon lies in the ring, holding his left arm, and protecting it like a box of a dozen eggs. “And Griffon’s arm is so damaged at this point that he can’t even hits his finisher on Jay Hawke,” says Pete. “Jay Hawke’s earlier offense based on the arm Griffon is paying off huge right now,” says King. Griffon slowly rises back to his feet, still holding onto his left arm. Obscenities are heard from him as attempts to continue the attack. Hawke, meanwhile, has been recovering, and slowly climbs off of the mat. He meets Griffon in the middle of the ring. Arch quickly throws a right hand. The punch connects and Jay Hawke retreats. Griffon then ducks down and grabs Jay around the back of the waist. Arch positions himself for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Hawke counters with a quick knee to the face, that springs himself for the challenger. Griffon backs off, holding the bridge of his nose. He spins from Hawke. Jay quickly bends Griffon backwards with a reverse facelock. And then pulls Archie down to his knee, nailing him in the back of the head with an Inverse DDT onto his knee! “Oh, a nasty counter from Jay Hawke!” screams Pete. “Griffon is in trouble!” Arch stands straight up in shock after the move. He is out on his feet. Jay quickly gets behind Griffon and hooks around his left arm around Arch’s left with a chickenwing. Hawke then puts his right into a crossface around Griffon’s head. Jay is barely able to connect his arms around Griffon’s girth. He is only one step away from completing the Wing Span. Griffon wobbles on his feet, not able to fight Jay. Hawke then completes the move, as he leaps up and scissors his legs around Archie’s right arm. However, this is enough to make Griffon lose his balance. Arch starts to stumble, and keeps stumbling, picking up speed as he retreats into a near corner. Griffon goes crashing into the corner! Hawke has the wind knocked out of him, and releases the hold. He falls to the mat, and grasps his back, which went hard into the top turnbuckle. “Jay Hawke put the Wing Span on Griffon, but Archie may just be too big to be put into the hold,” says Pete. “He needs to put on the move while Griffon is on the ground,” says King. “Griffon is just too big to be sufficiently put down from it in a standing position.” With both men down in the corner, Phett must once again start to count out both men. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Finally, Hawke gets back to his feet. He clutches his back as he approaches Griffon, who, during the count, started to slowly roll towards the center of the ring. Arch starts to get to his feet as Jay zones in on him. Hawke quickly goes after Griffon’s wrecked left arm. He grabs the arm, and twists it a little bit. He looks right into it Arch’s face, and gives a knowing smile to all the pain he is causing. A look of fear encompasses The Dean’s face, as Griffon suddenly bursts forward, and smashes him to the mat with a clothesline. With a grimace, Arch picks Jay off of the mat, the Champion still wrenching at the arm. Archie comes forward with another clothesline, drilling Hawke to the mat. “Griffon’s Grasp on Jay Hawke, who still works away at that arm,” says Pete. “Arch is a masochist. He is leveling Hawke with those clotheslines, yet at the same time he is doing more damage to his own arm,” says King. Griffon picks up his opponent once more. Arch crashes forward with a clothesline so hard that Hawke must break his hold. Griffon falls to his stomach, favoring his left arm. Meanwhile, Hawke lies a couple feet away, flat on his back and exhausted. Griffon slowly gets to his knees, and then, after wiping some sweat out of his face, crawls over to Jay’s position. He hooks a leg and looks for the pinfall. Phett slides into position. ONE! TWO!! THRE-NO!!! “And Hawke kicks out at three and nine tenths!” yells Pete. “That armwork once again saved Jay Hawke,” says King. “Not only could Griffon not hold on for another clothesline, hence that one big one, but Arch couldn’t get to the cover in time with that pain radiating from his arm.” The sold out coliseum lets out another hearty groan. A large portion of the crowd stays standing now, feeling the end of the match coming. Griffon slams his right arm into the mat repeatedly. Frustrated, Archie drags himself to his feet once more. Hawke starts to come to, as well. He sits up slowly, his head swaying from side to side as he does. Arch walks over, and picks Jay back to his feet. With a wince, Griffon puts a front facelock on Hawke and walks towards a nearby corner. Arch then places his healthy arm on Hawke’s waist. Griffon explodes and hits a Snap Suplex! Hawke arches his back on the mat in pain before falling down again. Griffon slowly climbs back to his feet. He then exits the ring and walks on the apron towards the turnbuckles. He slowly starts to climb up them. “Griffon may be an agile man, but coming off the top rope is not one of his strengths,” says Pete. “Archie had better hit this move. If Hawke can avoid it, I see no reason why he can’t put the Wing Span on Archie. They don’t call these high risk moves for nothing,” says King. Griffon finally gets to the top. In his state it takes him a moment to steady himself. Finally he has the balance he needs, and then leaps off the top rope. He goes for a Top Rope Splash on Hawke, but, he misses! Hawke rolled out of range just in time! “Griffon has just missed the splash!” screams Pete. “Jay needs to crawl over and make Griffon tap out right now!” says King. Jay rolls out of the way, and puts the back of his hand on his forehead, resting for a minute. With no time for showboating, Hawke slides over to Griffon, who lies a few feet away from the corner, and a few away from the ropes that surround the corner. Hawke slowly rolls Griffon onto his side after hooking the chicken wing. Jay then connects with the crossface. He then easily slips his legs around Arch’s right arm. The Wing Span is applied! “WING SPAN! WING SPAN!” excitedly says Pete. “Griffon needs to get to the ropes in a hurry, or he will have lost two titles in two straight shows!” “If Arch can’t escape, it will be hard for him not to get the stigma as a talented individual who can’t the big one,” says King. Griffon screams out in pain, his left shoulder and arm being torn to shreds. He tries in earnest to spin his body around towards the ropes. Hawke puts as much of his weight into the hold as he can, trying to make him heavier then he is. Arch is finally able to turn his legs towards the ropes. Hawke continues to make as unbearable as possible. Griffon slowly drags Jay to ropes with him, using nothing but his legs. One foot away. Six inches away. Three inches away. With one final push, Arch stretches his leg out as far as they can go. The tips of his wrestling boots get around the bottom rope. Hawke just growls and starts to wrench even more at the hold, even though Referee Phett has gotten to his five count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!! Hawke lets the move go right before Phett can disqualify him. “And Griffon breaks free of the Wing Span, but one has to wonder bad of shape that arm is now,” says Pete. Hawke, tired himself, slowly gets back to his feet. After getting an earful from the referee, he looks down at Griffon, and then looks at the nearby corner. He then turns his back to Griffon and starts to climb up the turnbuckles. He slowly gets to the top rope. Before he can hit the Hawke Swoop, Griffon pushes himself to his feet, and leaps into the top rope. The tension he puts on the ropes is enough to make Hawke fall and he crotches himself on the turnbuckle! Griffon then stumbles into the corner, and turns Hawke around, so that Jay is facing the ring now. Hawke grabs his stomach as Archie starts to climb up to him. Quickly, Archie hooks Jay up, looking for a Superplex. Before Griffon can pull Jay off of the ropes, Jay blocks the move and starts to throw uppercuts into Archie’s face. Griffon backs off, and Hawke then puts on a front facelock. He the gets into a position for a Tornado DDT, but before he do this, Arch reverses by slamming a few forearms into the Champion’s already tender midsection. Jay backs off of Archie. The challenger leans back and comes forward. He drives a headbutt right into Hawke’s sternum, knocking the wind out of him. Jay leans forward, trying to get his air back. Meanwhile, Griffon grabs Hawke and pulls him forward. He puts The Dean into a standing head scissors, and wraps his warms around and through Hawke’s lower body. Griffon then pulls Hawke out of the corner with his back, and falls into the ring! Griffon drives The Dean’s head into the mat with an Arch Nemesis off the top rope! “ARCH NEMESIS OFF THE TOP ROPE!” screams Pete, throwing out his voice. “RAHHHHHH!” goes the fans, after Jay’s body bounces off the mat, and over Griffon. Jay finally comes to stop in the middle of the ring, unconscious. Archie clutches his arm in dramatic fashion, before finally turning his body over and laying an arm across Hawke’s chest. Bobo Phett once more slides into position. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!! *DINGDINGDING* “Griffon has done it! He has ventured to Indonesia, and defeated Jay Hawke to win the International Championship!” yells Pete. “Griffon had lady luck on his side tonight. Not only getting the title shot after losing that TLC match, but also escaping the Wing Span two times!” yells King. “Your winner of the match….an NNNEEWWW SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION….ARRRCHHH GRRRIFFFONNN!” “Bloodlust of the Human Condition” blasts over the PA system, and is almost drowned out by the fans in euphoria. Griffon slowly rises to his feet, as Hawke stays unconscious on the mat. Phett leaves the ring, and returns shortly after with the decadent Championship belt. The referee helps Griffon to his feet, and awards him his belt. Griffon gingerly accepts with his left hand. The new Champion attempts to put the belt on, but can’t alone. Bobo helps him and latches it around his waist. “We have a new International Champion. Goodbye from Indonesia! Goodnight!” yells Pete. <FADE OUT TO STORM>

Zed's and Strangler's real names?

Well. I have nothing to post except....did you turn in a match, Jay?

You walked around that neighborhood? Your badge is in the mail My Godmother lives there. And I have walked around over there. It's actually not bad...well, Bridgeport at least.

As long as Spike doesn't go emo on the entire fed and start being a whiney bitch...I like where this is going. The evil Flesher may have had a point in the conversation. So now Spike's character is a guy who doesnt need a character...but just wants to win.

Here comes the pedigree.

Uhoh..Flair is about to....there it goes..

Good crowd.

Batista believes in fidelity...of course he is stiffing Edge.