Crippler Crossface

And Callis wins via a Goldylocks heel turn.

Hey... don't give out my ideas...

Agreed. The only way to get people to hate Austin in Detroit is to have him come out to the ring wearing an Avs jersey.

Oh, so I get a taped show on my birthday. It had better be good.

Teh stats for Craven have been updated. Figured you might care.

I'd like to see a 2/3 falls match. And dear God, Thor... change your sig pic... *shudder*

As logical (and really cool) as it sounds, this is the WWE. Logic here is backwards.

Wait, are the Lions in the Super Bowl? They're not? Oh, then I don't care. I have better things to do... like write. ^_-

That's my theory on what's going to happen at RR this year. Flair and Batista come out, distract Goldberg after he cleans house, Orton knocks him out from behind, and boom, Orton = winner. Unless they do that whole Benoit winning from #1 thing, but with Goldberg at #30... I'm not 100% sure that'll hapen

*reads announcement* Well, that blows. Hopefully, this will turn out to be a good thing. The only bad thing I could think of now is that this means we're not getting anyone new and eventually the entire fed will end up retired and *poof* no more fed. Even more of a reason for me to write my match! (As if I didn't have one already...)

*big breath* Here we go...

Don't worry, Thugg, you're not the only one getting ignored... [subtle_hint]Read The Away In A Manger Match[/subtle_hint]

15,000 words. My fingers hurt. ~Craven~

Three Words: Yes they would.

I'm as far as Crow is. Yay.

New stats will be up by the end of tonight for The King of Nightmares. Be on the lookout for them.

Yeah and his name is Vince McMahon. ...So that whoe story about Vince being too mentally ill and the board giving Foley power wasn't kayfabe?

Seah O'Haire must be crying right now becuase Raw just took the best part of his gimmick.

Craven is teh calling teh magical open promoage.

... IN IRAQ?!?!?! Please tell me Bradshaw will be kept in a cage while the WWE is over there and not let out... please...

And now, for the RPs... Michael Craven: Survival of The Fittest The Ring Year of The Nightmare Zero Hour ...that's it. Taamo had a paper to do for college (N), and I haven't seen Outcast around in a while, so I figure he's visiting family. And now... we wait.

Is that the title of the DVD, because that is one of the worst titles for a WWE DVD I've ever heard.

Craven = teh promoingz for Lockdown Oh, and I call opening promo

The scene opens backstage in an arena in some small town in the United States. Sitting in a chair in his locker room, looking down, deep in thought, is The King of Nightmares himself, Michael Craven. his eyes are shut, Craven almost meditating at the moment. Hello there, folks. We haven’t met before, but trust me, you’ll know who I am soon. Trust me. I’m going to start things off differently. In fact, I’m going to ask you a question. What do you live for? What is it- “KNOCK! KNOCK!” Craven turns and looks up, his thoughts interrupted by a knock at the door, then a cry from the other side of: “You’re up!” The King of Nightmares begins to get up from his seat, making his way to the door as it opens. Craven steps through it past the SWF employee who holds it open, making his march down the hall to the ramp. Well, well, this is a little change of plans. I didn’t figure I was up for another five minutes. Time to go kick ass. Cut to a shot of the ring inside the arena, where a young local wrestler is pumping the crowd up, trying everything he can to get them to cheer and succeeding. His grin stretches across his clean-shaven face, the crowd eating it up like a kid in a candy store. Cut back to Craven as he makes his way towards the curtain, the local talent’s music coming to an end, crowd still roaring loudly as Craven stands behind the curtain, waiting patiently for his entrance to begin. You can’t feel it now, but I can. That rush of adrenaline that comes just before you step through the curtain. It’s that natural high that makes your heart pound faster, your reflexes quicken, and amplifies every sense ten-fold. Suddenly, the lights cut out, the crowd going silent for a second as the arena is covered in a blackness that suffocates the crowd’s energy. Suddenly, strobe lights pulse to the beat of the guitar and drums in the background, blasting from the PA system before the first lyrics kick in: “I'll never seen any side of heaven I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be 'Cause I myself know all too well...” You see, that’s my theme music playing. I’m about to go step out onto stage in front of maybe three, four thousand fans in this town who showed up to a house show for wrestling. And I am going to blow the roof off this place. At that moment in the song, Saliva’s “King of My World”, the strobes abruptly cut out, and a flood of pale blue light rolls out from the house lights like fog at night on a large body of water, covering the arena in a false sky as well as illuminating the figure of “The King of Nightmares” Michael Craven as he walks out onto the stage, the crowd beginning to boos they see The King of Nightmares for the first time... “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” You hear that? They’re booing me. But it doesn’t hurt me. Hell, it only makes me more excited. The song continues to play, even as the crowd boos loudly enough to blow the roof off the place... “I'll open your eyes and make you see I'm the king of my world King of my world!!!! I'll break down the walls around you, down... I'm the king of my world King of my world!!!! I'll break down the walls around you...” Craven does not stop, continuing his walk down to the ring free of interruption, the fans shouting at him loudly: “YOU SUCK, CRAVEN!” “I hope you lose!” “Captain Courageous is going to kick you ass!” Captain Courageous? You have got to be kidding me. That’s almost as ridiculous as some of the guys I’m fighting in this When Worlds Collide tournament: “Scythe” LaTroy Morletto, Dominic, or my opponent right now The Soldier. What is he a soldier of? The Jobber Army? As he walks down the ramp, he turns around, facing back at the top of the ramp. Now walking backwards, he stretches his arms out wide, soaking in the crowd’s jeers, smiling to the crowd, enjoying every minute they boo him. Halfway down the ramp, though, he abruptly spins back around on his left heel, swinging his right arm in a straight path across the top of the stage. “KA-BOOM!” A huge blast of bright white pyro, or as some might say, the whitest white pyro in the history of pyro’s whiteness, kicks up, sending a shockwave across the arena that rattles some of the near-by cameras and causes some fans to turn away for a second, eyes squinting. The smoke from the blast lingers on stage for quite some time as Craven finishes the spin, now facing forward as he continues his walk to ringside without interruption. You feel that? The power behind that is an incredible visual. The brightness is just as blinding as ignorance and stupidity is to you. Like everyone else, you don’t realize how precious your life is, and how it can be taken away in an instant. As Craven makes his way towards the ring, the SWF’s premier ring announcer, Funyon, lifts the mic up to his lips, booming loudly: “And his opponent: from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 280 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, The King Of Nightmares... MICHAEL CRAVENNNNN!!!” Which brings me back to the question at hand: What do you live for? Do you live for fame? For fortune? For power? For glory? Craven climbs up onto the apron, entering casually through the middle and top ropes. The crowd boos as Craven turns and quickly scales the turnbuckle closest to him, following in tempo with the song and it’s lyrics... “Here I come again Come again 3,2,1 Here I come Here I come again 3, 2, 1 Here I come again Here I come 3, 2, 1 Here I come... HERE I COME!” On cue, Craven opens his arms wide, a beam of white shining down upon him from a spotlight in the rafters, casting shadows across his face and giving him a more demeaning image for the moment. Soaking in the crowd’s response, a chorus of heavy boos, he smiles, confident that he can defeat the man thrown in front of him tonight. This is what I live for. The pain, the blood, the anger, the rage, the joy and exultation, and all the other emotions wrapped up into it. It’s fame, fortune, power, and glory all rolled into one. I was born into a wrestling family. This stuff runs through my blood, and to take it away from me is to rip my heart out and kill me. And I’m not going to let anyone do that to me. Mike then turns his head, staring back at Captain Courageous before he hops down and begins warming up in the corner, stretching out on the ropes. Sometimes I have to be helped up to my feet and helped from the ring because I put so much into this, it drains me. It takes every last breath, every last ounce of energy in the biggest matches against the toughest foes, but I’ll do what I need to so I can come out on top of it all, because this is what I live for. Craven leaves the corner, the two men converging in the center of the ring, staring at each other. The referee squeezes his way in between them, explaining the full rules to the competitors. As he finishes, the two still stare each other down, not moving their eyes from their glares. But what exactly do you live for? What is it that makes you get up in the morning and look at each day with a happy smile? The crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly, tensions rising in the ring while the ref finishes final instructions. However, at this time, Captain Courageous slaps Craven across the face! The crowd gasps, then pops as Craven turns his head back around, smiling, but not retaliating as Courageous stares him down with a grin, the ref now ordering the two to separate to begin the match. If you don’t live for this, then I suggest you don’t even bother to show up and face me... As the two competitors are sent back to their corners by the ref, he backs off, turning to the timekeeper, and signaling to him... ...Or you will learn the hard way what happens to those who don’t, and how painful that experience will be. Let’s see how you answer my question. DING DING DING!!! And as the shot fades out, we see Craven step forward, grappling with Captain Courageous as the crowd cheers, but Craven immediately slams him into the ground as hard as he possibly can. It’s going to be a long night for Captain Courageous. ------ (OOC: w00t, 1000th post!)

What is your real name? Michael Andrew Craven. Where do you live? Though I was born in Los Angeles and raised in Regina, Saskatchewan for most of my childhood, I now live in Clearwater Florida, the location of my "gigantic mansion". It's on the shoreline facing out into the Gulf, and it's a beautiful place. What's your marital status and do you have kids? I'm happily married to my wife and college sweetheart Amy, and we've got a daughter Holly, who is now just under a year old. She's the best Christmas present I've ever gotten. Who's your best friend outside of kayfabe? God, I've got too many to list. But my top five, in no order: King, Insane Luchador, Chris Raynor, Mark Stevens (screw kayfabe ), and last but not least, Tom Flesher. Of course, there's Justice and Rule, Erek Taylor, Pete, Chris Wilson, Eddie Mac, Strangler, Thugg... the list goes on and on. Who's your favourite WWE Wrestler Chris Jericho. I've had the pleasure of meeting him a few times, and he's an awesome guy. He's got a lot of talent, and I hope he gets another run with the title soon. Who's you favourite Other wrestler (US Indies or Japan) Chris Daniels. This guy is awesome, and I think he may be one of the keys to getting TNA into the big-time wrestling picture alongside WWE. What's your favourite match to watch? The Benoit/Jericho ladder match from the Royal Rumble a few years back. The things they did in that match with the ladder were flat out nuts and took the ladder match genre to a new level. Who's your favourite Band or singer? I have several: Metallica, U2, Ozzy Osbourne, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, AC/DC, The Clash, and Queen. I do have one lest favourite band, though, and that honor goes to Limp Bizkit. Fred Durst is an annoying asshole. What's your favourite album? Man, that's a tough question... hmmm... so many to pick from, but I'm going to go with U2's "The Joshua Tree", quite possibly the best album ever. I know the lyrics to the whole album, and I sing along whenever I hear a song from that album. What's your favourite song? Definitely my warm-up song, Marylin Manson's "The Beautiful People". I just love the rhythm of that song, and it was pretty cool to hear it on Smackdown for a while. It was also the song I was listening to when I came up with the idea for my original gimmick of "The Nightmare" Michael Craven. But Ra's "Do You Call My Name" might be upsetting that soon, because I've now been warming up to that song as well. I'll just have to see. What's your favourite film? Akira. Dear God, I'm am such an anime nut, and I loved this movie from beginning to end. I've got it in it's own special place on my DVD shelf, and I'd recommend it to anyone who wants to see how awesome an anime movie can be. Which sporting teams/franchises do you support? I'm a die-hard Seattle Mariners fan, and I'm also a fan of the Calgary Flames, Dallas Mavericks, and my hometown Tampa Bay Buccaneers. And of course, since I was brought up in the Great White North, can't go without talkin' about my CFL team, the Saskatchewan Roughriders. What sports do you play? I was Saskatchewan's Wrestler of the Year twice back in high school, so I definitely can still amateur wrestle. Other than that, I'm up for a good game of basketball or hockey anytime, because playing hockey is all they do up in Canada, don't they? and finally... if you weren't a wrestler what WOULD you be? I've got a degree in psychology from Iowa State, so I'd probably be a psychologist. Damn my dad for getting me hooked on the business *wink*