A Happy Medium

He probably hates his job, as well.

I'm really digging how Andy, at least to me, seems like an important part of the Scranton branch. "Cash-basket! Nice!" Also. That it took Ryan that little of time to find out Kelly was lying was amazing. I hate when women do that to men. I actually felt bad for Ryan, and I don't even like Ryan.

They probably needed a couple sacks of marbles, as well.

I think Jeff Hardy is Superman. How did he not break his neck after that botch against Kennedy?

Angels over Red Sox Yankees over Indians Cubs over Diamondbacks Rockies over Phillies

Deep in the bowels of the University of Phoenix Stadium, the site of Sunday’s Genesis Pay-Per View, the unmistakable sound of a rolling dolly, or two-wheel truck, echoes through the nicely air conditioned hallways. Pushing the device are two twenty-something males. They are hard to make out at first, due to the sheer size of the package. Two men aren’t exactly needed for this assignment, yet it is a slow day in Phoenix. A superfluous supervision is decided for the box, and the two men make their way down the long corridor, both in matching shirts and pants. “So what is this damned thing we’re moving?” asks one of the men, his hand firmly attached to the top of the box as he advances the package. “Something for that Pay-Per View the SWF is running on Sunday. You know, it’s their eighth edition of Genesis. A lot of history,” the supervisor responds. “Oh yeah. Is Stubby McWeed still wrestling?” The supervisor gives a long look to the striped wall next to him, and sighs. “No. No he’s not.” “What about Toxxic?” The supervisor pushes up his glasses with his pointed index finger. “Yup. He’s wrestling in the main event.” “Nice…” exclaims the workhorse. The two continue down the hallway, slowly reaching their objective in this massive stadium. They pass a few intersections, waving to coworkers as they pass them. Finally, the worker inhales a sharp wisp of air. “Is Ralph working security during this?” “Yup. And he can’t stand wrestling events.” “How come?” “Well. At football games, all that he has to worry about is a fan getting on the field, stealing the ball, and high stepping around as if they were Deion. At wrestling events, he has to worry about a fan attacking a wrestler and injuring someone. Of course, because of that, he can inflict bodily harm on someone without answering many questions, and Ralph looks like he needs to hit something or somebody these days.” “Yeah. Ralph needs to inflict damage to feel that all is right with the world.” “Here we are.” The two men arrive at their location. The location is the SWF locker-room. The room has been cleaned out of Arizona Cardinals equipment, yet still retains the luster of a high class changing room. Heavily padded chairs sit in front of each locker, but one. The supervisor takes a look at his clipboard to find out just where this package is going, and the directions for delivery. They lay down the box next to the open locker. The supervisor produces a box cutter and tears it down the seam of the box. A few packing peanuts fall out followed by many more as they bring the object out of the box, and quickly discard of its bubble-wrap. The object is a large easy chair, with an adjustable leg-rest. After putting the chair in position, the two workers take a look down to the armrest, where names are stitched on the plush material. The name “Rane” is first to be seen. However the name is crossed out. Right next Rane’s name is another. “Arch Griffon” it reads. “Who the hell is Arch Griffon?” The confused workhorse asks. The supervisor just shrugs his shoulders.

Smarks Board Name: A Happy Medium Wrestlers Name: Arch “Archie” Griffon Height: 6’4” Weight: 290 pounds Hometown: Des Moines, Iowa Age: 29 Face/Heel: Tweener Stable: None Ring Escort: None Weapon(s): Doesn’t need any Quote: “I’m just here to make a day’s killing.” Looks: Arch is a big hulking man with red hair, and hazel eyes. He is ripped, and looks like he may be doing steroids or injecting horse testosterone every two hours. Outside of the ring, he usually wears a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of sunglasses. Inside of the ring, Arch wears white wrestling boots and white tights. Think of Ricky Steamboat back in the day and there you go. Ring Entrance: Unearth’s “Bloodlust of the Human Condition” plays around the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of mixed reactions. Some boo, some cheer. The arena goes dark as the song starts up. It slowly fades to black, but right before it goes to black, the song kicks into gear, sending out some white pyro, that temporarily blinds the fans. Out of the pyro comes Arch, power walking out to the ring. He doesn’t acknowledge the fans, only the thought that his job must be done. Once he gets to the ring, he does some stretches to warm up for his upcoming match. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 9 (He’s very strong) Speed: 3 (Not fast, but has good leaping ability along with agility) Vitality: 5 (Not indestructible, and has back problems which do give him problems) Charisma: 3 (Can cut a promo, usually lets his actions do the talking) Style: Arch is all about power wrestling, though he can break out some wrestling skills if he needs to. Against other power wrestlers, he will fight fire with fire. Against speeding wrestlers, he will try to destroy them. Against brawlers…same thing. However, with technical wrestlers, he will be much more cautious. Signature moves: (one) Griffon’s Grasp (Arch grabs and opponents left wrist, and delivers a short armed clothesline. Using his amazing strength, Arch lifts his opponent back to their feet, and delivers another. He always does two, but can go on forever with them. (two) Powerbomb (your standard powerbomb with gusto) (three) Gridlock (Full Nelson with…you guessed it…gusto. May be used as a finisher if built up to. See finishers for more details. (four) The Lion and The Dragon (bulldog where Arch actually stands still with his opponent in a rear headlock and lifts the victim by the head and neck, and then falls to his ass) (five) Running Shoulder Breaker (six) Bloodlust Plancha (Running plancha to the outside) Common moves: (one) Snap Suplex (two) Backbreaker (three) Knife Edge Chop (four) Twisting Spinebuster (five) Rope Guillotine (six) European Uppercut (seven) Superkick (eight) Belly to Belly Overhead Suplex (nine) Superplex (ten) Northern Lights Suplex (eleven) Gutwrench Suplex (twelve) Half Boston Crab (thirteen) Running Leg Drop (fourteen) Flying Shoulder Block (fifteen) Victory Roll (sixteen) Double Chickenwing Cradle (seventeen) German Suplex (eighteen) Charging Yakuza Kick Into Corner (nineteen) Reverse DDT Rare moves: (one) Bloodlust Powerbomb (Running Powerbomb over the top and to the floor.) Done on wrestlers 250 pounds and smaller, and only in big matches. Finishers: (one) Arch Nemesis (Cradle Piledriver which is usually up by a kick to the stomach, a nasty knee to the face, and then a grab into a standing head scissors. Arch doesn’t like making mistakes.) (two) Gridlock (only if the opponent’s neck and/or head have been injured) Bio: Archie grew up in Des Moines, and had a normal childhood. Tricycles, bicycles, and shitty beat up first cars the way he progressed in transportation. In high school, he excelled in amateur wrestling. He was ranked number one in his 220 pound weight class. However, an injury cut his amateur career short. He did not receive any scholarships for college, but luckily he was book smart, and wound up transferring into Northern Illinois University. He majored and graduated with a degree in Computer Science, making him the most muscular professional computer nerd in the country. However, immediately after graduating, the technology bubble burst. So Archie went back to Des Moines to find some simple work. He later went into wrestling school. After a few months in the SWF, Archie tasted mild success. His tag team with Manson was on of the surprises of the year, as they had come out of nowhere to become contenders. After a successful run which featured a small feud with Jay Hawke, Griffon was suspended indefinitely. (If any of my moves are stealing from your own, please let me know. I'm a bit rusty.)

Try to translate it. Or, just wait for someone else to take care of it. I'm just going to wait.

The old saying is that one day, there was a traffic jam in Austin. The traffic jam never stopped.

I think a lot of people are attempting to translate the icelandic. I can't seem to use online translators right now. I'm getting error mesages about millions of people logged on at the same time.

So we get a biblical image. The only word I can make out is Jericho. Still...this is so fucking cool.

From my understanding No Mercy is in Rosemont, i'm not sure if that's a suburb of Chicago or not. That's the All-State Arena, which used to be called the Rosemont Horizon. It's pretty much in Chicago, and is the building that Jericho made his WWF debut in.

It's already been brought up that No Mercy takes place in Chicago, right? I'm just making sure.

I kinda wish that I could watch RAW tonight.

There was a multiplayer option called SWAT, that featured no shields at all. This was Halo 2 of course. It became quite popular.

I guess that means that Ross may get a seven second delay for himself.

I think I was part of a HHH board invasion once. That was pretty fun.

I recommend Chicago, of course. Austin is indeed a very good idea. Stay away from Dallas for the most part. It's really a bunch of strip malls and car traffic. But..Kennedy was shot here. It's a decent landmark.

Yeah. I go to UNT. I'm about a twenty minute walk from the other end of campus.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gFX7_4uTqhI I just thought I should post this.

Would that be Willowbend, Jingus? Or is that Plano?

ahh...but I know one thing... Tank beats EVERYTHING!

I'm hoping for a good beard joke. Man, is that thing patchy and shitty.

While all of these people make a lot of money, I have no idea how Simon Cowell gets paid more than three times what Matt Lauer makes, when Lauer wakes up at an insane hour, does a show for the majority of the morning, does it every day, etc...and Simon Cowell wears a tight shirt whilst bashing people from a comfy chair. Does Cowell run the show? Or is he strictly on-air talent?

I want to write. I'll whip some stats up. Also, the Gund Arena is just the official arena of the JL. Grimedogg didn't have much imagination on venues.