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No love for Adelaide, the place that brought us more Aussies than any other city? Meh, it's just Australia, not like they matter. So, let me get this straight, every minute, either Buck or Jay will be taking a shot of Hot Damn!, but nothing else, or am I confuseded?

Main Event – TRIOS LOCOS~! Ejiro Fasaki, Arch Griffon and Manson vs. Revolution Zero (“The Critic” Scott Pretzler and JJ Johnson) and “The Dean of Professional Wrestling” Jay Hawke © MANSONOSITY + KILMEROSITY + EJIROSITY Sub-Main Event – Battleground Rematch! “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins vs. ??? Er...Soul Calibur for the DC (With Spike as Taki and ??? as Sophitia) says it goes to Taki and her/his bouncing breasts. Brotherly Love? Lil’ Buck vs. “The Franchise” Mak Francis Peter Griffin's diminutive relative, Juarez Griffin. Cruiserweight Rules Non-Title Match Wildchild © vs. Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix Hmm. I guess Dub, since Landon said he was dead or something. Opening Spot-O-Rama “Maniac” Bryan Rodgers vs. Martin “Big Country” Hunt Rodgers unless Hunt can stop drinking for a few hours (Not likely)

Also: Small package down a flight of stairs = nifty. Spike's one crazy termite.

You smell. I'm made of twigs, so disregard things I type/say.

How does Buck = Uncle Tom? Just curious and all.

Belated, if I remember correctly, but Sarah/Davis was like 24 a few weeks (Or maybe more) ago. Currently: Happy birthday to Old Guy.

Promo - It Pays the Bills "Oh God, this stinks!" the Straight-Edge Sensation, clad in a pair of dingy coveralls says. "Yeah, it smells something fierce for you new guys, but you'll get used to it in a few months," replies a man with horribly crossed eyes. "Say, Doug, ever thought of getting some of those glasses?" Toxxic asks. "What glasses?" Doug inquires. "Uh, nothing, forget it. Let's just try and finish this job as soon as possible," Toxxic says. What exactly is this job he speaks of? It's tough to tell, but Toxxic and Doug both have various scraping tools at hand, and are standing over a large gray mass. "Guess you're right. Miss GOdrea doesn't like her manatees to have ham on 'em for long," Doug says. Toxxic and Doug roll a particularly large manatee over and shudder slightly at the large hams clinging to their bodies. "So how does this happen?" Toxxic wonders. "You know, I never asked. I mean, Miss GOdrea's a bit of an intimidating boss, so I figured I'd stick with working and not ask questions," Doug says. Toxxic shrugs and the two men start working, prying and scraping at the hams. After several hours and five manatees, Toxxic mops his brow, pulls out a flask, and takes a hearty swig. "Not to pry, but I thought you were a straight edge person," Doug says. "It's tea, I'm British," Toxxic says. "Hey, you two, more worky, less talky!" GOdrea screams, running down a pier. THUNK! "Blimey! I mean, blimey!" Toxxic exclaims as a javelin protrudes through his stomach. "Warned you 'bout Miss GOdrea," Doug says under his breath as he resumes scraping hams. "But, blimey! Blimey!" Toxxic adds as an afterthought. "You want another one in ya?!" GOdrea yells. "Blimey..." Toxxic mumbles. "That's what I thought. Get back to de-hamming my manatees," GOdrea says. "Look, I know a guy who can take care of that in a jif," Doug tells Toxxic, nodding to his javelin after GOdrea has left. "Blimey," Toxxic replies, a bit more cheerful. The duo continue to remove hams from manatees in silence, lest GOdrea return. As the last ham is removed, Toxxic scoops up the pork and makes to throw them away. "Hey! What do you think you're doing! Don't toss them out!" Doug warns. "Blimey?" Toxxic asks, confused. "No, we take them to homeless shelters and orphanages. You know, give back to the community," Doug explains. The Straight-Edge Sensation nods in understanding, and dumps the hams in a large burlap sack. FUVOLUTION TO THE MAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Promo - It's Stain Repellent, Too! "Hi, folks! I'm Chris Storm, and before you ask, no, I wasn't dead. Anyway, I'm here to talk about an amazing product that is sure to change your lives! Introducing, the new X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet!" Storm shouts. A curtain pulls back and a pedestal with the singlet suspended in air rotates. "That's right, a new and highly improved wrestling singlet. It has amazing shock absorption technology, among its many features, but don't take my word for it, watch these demonstrations!" Storm exclaims. A wall slides open and Tokyo X, Mark Kinxx, Johnny Rotten, Harbinger, Lunar Shadow, and Extreme Hound walk out, all clad in what is not the new singlet. "Okay, that's great. As you can see, these men are not wearing the X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet, and you're about to see what exactly that means. Tryst, could you come out?" Chris asks. The Sherwood Fable, Tryst steps out from backstage, longbow and a quiver of arrows in tow. "Okay, now let's see how well these old-fashioned singlets stand up to an arrow. Mr. Kinxx, if you would please, step forward," Storm instructs. Mumbling something about peanuts, Mark takes a step forward, and Tryst fits an arrow to the string and draws it back. "Any time you're ready, Tryst," Storm says. PTWANG! The arrow speeds forward and lodges itself in what might well be Kinxx's pancreas. Mark keels over, blood dribbling out of his mouth. "Great! Now, let's see, the hammer test. Aecas, if you would?" Storm asks. The Black Angel walks out, holding not his Flick Scythe, but a large sledgehammer. "Alright, good, good. Uh, let's see. Ah, yes, Lunar Shadow, step forward," Storm says firmly. Lunar Shadow takes a step forward and kicks Mark Kinxx out of the way. Storm simply nods to Aecas, and the Black Angel charges towards Shadow. THUMP! An ear-splitting crack later, and the head of the hammer is buried in the middle of Lunar Shadow's chest, having easily cracked through his sternum. "Okay, who's next. Mr. Buck, and Mr. Griffon, please?" Storm asks. Lil' Buck and Archie Griffon walk out, Sugarhill's Finest holding a Desert Eagle, and Arch a sawed-off shotgun. "Harbinger, and uh...Extreme Hound, take a step forward," Storm commands. Harbinger nudges aside his former tag team partner, and along with EH, stand on their marks. Chris cues Buck and Arch, and the two men fire, Lil' Buck unloading his entire clip in Harbinger, and Arch giving Hound both barrels. The test subjects fly backwards and crash into a wall, leaving bloody streaks as they slide down. "Perfect. Now, Dace Night, and Va'aiga, step forward." Two thirds of the Unholy Trinity make their way out, Night holding his weedwhacker, while the Maori Badass just looks at his feet. "Okay, Tokyo, and Rotten, come forward." Dace revvs up his gardening implement, and Va'aiga simply extends his arm. Storm waves the two men on, and Night begins shredding Rotten's chest, while the New Zealander slices through Tokyo X's body with a lariat, spins around, and decapitates him with another! "Okay, perfect! Now, let's see what the X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet can do! Guys, come on out!" Storm calls. Wildchild, Toxxic, Landon Maddix, Manson, Insane Luchador, and Danny Conklin step out, all wearing the X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet. "Okay, just stand in a line, and we'll see what the X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet can do," Storm says, and signals for the six men to do their things. PTWANG! Tryst's arrow pings off Toxxic's singlet and lands in Tokyo X's head. THUD! Aecas's sledgehammer crumbles as it comes in contact with Manson's chest. Bullets fly off of Wildchild and Insane Luchador, and richochet into Johnny Rotten's face. Dace's weedwhacker sputters and bursts into flame as it comes in contact with Landon, but Va'aiga slices through Conklin just as easily as before. "Heh, funny thing. We switched Danny Conklin's X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet with a standard singlet. You can tell the difference, so why would you bother with anything else?" Storm asks. X8F73L-0NQXS147 Wrestling Singlet, available for seven easy payments of $24.36, and two insanely complicated payments that require cowry shells, bits of string, the appendix of a Mongolian man named Chandler, and the foreskin of a rhinocerous.

Join the Fuvolution, then, Muzz!

Promo: M&M Bibliography Presents: Johnny Dangerous, AKA Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting. Rain pours down in buckets as lightning lashes all around. For a brief moment, a suburban strip mall is lit up before being plunged back into darkness. The camera valiantly braves the storm and zooms in on the strip mall, and one building in particular, a Tae Kwon Do dojo. The camera enters and immediatly focuses on the sensei, an old, grizzled man with an air of being able to kick the asses of the entire Oakland Raiders locker room. He doesn't seem to notice the camera, though. "Tonight's first sparring demonstration will be between Parker Stevens," He begins as a small boy, no more than nine years old steps forward. "And Johnny Dangerous." Ah, a flashback, detailing Johnny's skills, even at a young age, at the various martial arts. Sadly, no, as an adult Johnny Dangerous steps forward, ready to begin combat. The sensei looks to both students, and signals the start. The kid trembles a bit, and Dangerous rushes forward and knocks him down with a front kick. The sensei seems to have been expecting this (Then again, who didn't see that coming?), makes another signal, the rest of the nine year olds, some twenty-five in all, rush towards Johnny. The Barracuda performs admirably, sending small boys flying with kicks and palm thrusts. In less than two minutes, the horde is reduced to five children, their fellow students out cold, some sporting bloody noses and black eyes. Dangerous stands still, waiting for one of the children to initiate the action, but when none of them step forward, Johnny charges and flips a blond boy down. The other four rush the Barracuda as his back is turned, but Johnny quickly turns and sweeps out the legs of the nearest kid. Johnny rises, flips over the last three kids, and one roundhouse is enough to finish them off. "Very good, Johnny. Your time has come down considerably since last week," the sensei informs Dangerous, consulting an hour glass, while Johnny simply nods. It's some time later, as Johnny has changed into street clothes, and a mousy-looking woman is standing next to him. A man wearing a conservative suit steps into frame, a stack of index cards in hand, obviously intent on interviewing the Barracuda. "Johnny, first, let me ask: Why children?" Dangerous makes a series of odd whistles, clicks, grunts, and hand signals, and it becomes apparent that the mousy woman is his interpreter. "Well, it may seem savage, what I'm doing, but small children are good to practice with. They have tons of energy, and they are so short, it's tough to use a normal array of strikes to combat them," Johnny/interpreter says. "Now, I believe I read that you were top of your class at the spy school in martial arts, and that you'd had some experience in your childhood, is that correct?" "Oh, yes. I grew up on a farm, and it really helped toughen me up. It was a great teacher for me. I learned a lot there as a boy." "And, we've got some home movies of your childhood on the farm, would you mind if we showed them to the viewing public?" "No problem. Whatever lets the fans know who the real Johnny Dangerous is." The image changes from clear and crisp, to slightly grainy, which is no surprise, as most families don't have an expensive television camera they use for home movies. The camera pans around, showing a large barn, several fields, and stables. From the barn walks a fourteen year old Johnny Dangerous, though a bit ganglier and gawkier than he currently is. "Okay, Johnny, show your stuff!" shouts the person manning the camera, presumably Mr. Dangerous. Johnny grins, runs, and hops over a fence into the cow pasture. The Barracuda stops in front of a large cow, and quickly takes a stance. In a flash, Johnny leaps, spins, and delivers a huge kick to the bovine. Dangerous lands, vaults over the cow, and begins delivering rapid-fire chops to the cow's neck, which continues to graze. "Johnny, go for the pigs next!" shouts his father. Dangerous leaves the cow after a boot to its udders, and heads for the pig pens. JD sends a piglet flying with a kick, but incurs the wrath of a large sow. Johnny leaps over the mother, spins around, and delivers a palm strike to the pig's spine. The sow buckles, but turns around and charges Dangerous again. The Barracuda hops back, and knocks the pig cold with a roundhouse. "Now go for the sheep, boy!" his dad yells. Johnny leaps over the pig pen just as a male starts to turn its sights on him, and after a quick sprint, Dangerous is amongst the sheep. Young Johnny cracks an ewe with a vicious elbow, and takes down a lamb with a chop. An old ram sees Johnny, and heads for the Barracuda, who sidesteps, and takes the sheep down with a sweeping kick. The grainy images fade away and present-day Johnny Dangerous returns to the screen. "Well, thank you, Mr. Dangerous, it was very informative, not to mention, entertaining." "No problem. Any time, guys, any time." Johnny 'says' and laughs heartily, which entails spewing bile from his ears. FUVOLUTION IN DA HEEZY!

Promo - You can't handle the Truth! :The following is a production of the Truth: A crowd of teenagers, none older than seventeen troops into view of the camera in a busy intersection. They're obviously organized, as one grabs a bullhorn while the rest set up an easel with large posters. "Every day, tobacco results in the death of thousands of people! And still, their products are allowed to be sold!" the kid yells. The other teens place a card that reads "Lots of People Die from Tobacco" on the easel. "Smoking makes a person's lungs turn all black, and fill up with junk, but cigarettes are still sold!" the kid shouts. The rest of his crew now pull up a card that shows a smoker's lung. "Tobacco companies rape your mother while she sleeps, even if she's already dead!" the kid screams. The other Truth kids now put up a card that says "It's True". The speaker brings the bullhorn up to his mouth, but before he can speak, he's hit from behind and falls to the ground. Arch Griffon and Lil' Buck come into view, both smoking like chimneys. "Fuck you, nigga! Smoking is fuckin' relaxin', bitch!" Buck roars. "Yeah, kid, take a drag on this," Arch says, proffering his cigarette to the teen. "Hey, man! That stuff's bad for you! Weren't you guys listening?" another kid asks. "No shit it's bad, kid! Have you seen the size of the warnings? But, like my compatriot, Lil' Buck, here said, smoking is very relaxing. Look," says Archie, blowing a huge cloud of smoke in the kid's face, who predictably begins coughing. Griffon nails the teen with a lariat while Buck takes two kids down with flying forearms. The remaining kid shakes with terror, wets himself, and flees, leaving Griffon and Buck to dismantle the easel. "Remember kids, smoking ain't that bad," Arch says. "And dat's da fuckin' truth!" Buck finishes. PS: WELCOME TO THE FUVOLTION!

Munich = Awesometastic. Also: I wonder what percentage of the roster would have over reacted had they been used in this promo without being told. "OHMYGODZY J00 BASTARD! THAT TOTALLY NOT HOW MY GUY TALKS! J00 WROTE HIM SO MUCH WRONG, WHORE-FACE!!!" But, once again, Arch = (Y)

I don't see that connection. The Heat did make the playoffs last year, right? And the only major people they lost were in the trade for Shaq, right? I'm asking, because, I don't follow basketball as intently as others, so I don't want to make some claims that turn out to be wrong and I look like an even bigger jackass.

Yeah, but did you get your current job by being selected along with the other graduates in your field by companies in order from least successful to most?

Yeah, but what if they pay him, and this season he falls apart completely, can't catch anything, what he does catch, he fumbles away, etc.? Can the Packers decide to pay him less? (Yes, I know this was covered in Mr. Deeds, but I thought the point was similar)

Well, duh! How else do you think I've been unbeaten thus far? Aww, crap.

Bumped because Tom is teh Greetest!

I just want to know if Thurman Merman kicks one of the players in the crotch.

*wonders how she became retarded and forgot how to code things properly*

Awesome like a possum!

I always found the final episode (The Devils Hands Are Idle Playthings or something to that effect) to be kind of emotional. At least Luck of the Fryrish and The Sting have a tiny bit of comedy at the end that pulls it back a little. I like stuff with Zoidberg (Especially the Amazon planet episode where he's looking for a new shell), and especially Hyper Chicken. 300 Big Boys isn't bad, either.

Scoundrels featuring Pastor Troy - Ghetto

Personally, I want some non-cruisers to write against for a bit. But more promos wouldn't hurt.

Note: Drea still not be comin' back and stuff. This is like an update and such. More to come (From various exotic and perhaps sexay locations?) later. Much later. --------------- It’s a bright, sunny day in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. A door opens and a familiar figure appears, seated in a wheelchair. Zutroy Montgomery wheels himself forward, but is stopped in the doorway by a large package on the ground. He picks it up, tears it open, and shakes out the contents. They are a letter, a t-shirt, a dead animal, and a sheet of green construction paper with small twigs glued in a circle and a penny taped in the middle. Putting the animal and what seems to be an art project aside, Zutroy takes a look at the letter. Dear Zutroy, I still haven’t seen Masky, or heard any info, but you’ll never guess who I did see. The Elk! I was walking through the woods and noticed a cheeseburger just laying in the snow, and when I went to pick it up, I heard something grunting behind me. When I turned around, there he was! He said he was hunting some hunters, so I left him to his business. He must have found one, because a few minutes later, I heard a really loud scream. I have heard a rumor that Mask is coming back to the fed. I’d be kind of pissed if it was true, because then this whole expedition would be a waste of time, although I would know where he is, and I could come back. Anyway, seems that I ran afoul of an Inuit shaman. Something about blubber, and a wise moose spirit. Not sure on all the details since my translator was eaten by a polar bear last week, but since you’re the elder sibling, you’ve been cursed. Just nail the construction paper symbol thing to the front door, and tie the dead muskrat to the door knob, and things should be okay in a few weeks. I think I’ll stay up here in Canada a few more weeks before moving on. I’ll probably try the Middle East next. Don’t worry, though, I’ll disguise myself as a sand dune, since I heard they flog women with rabid chickens there. Hope you like the shirt, even though you might not be able to wear it in public too much. Love, Andrea PS - Send fire. Zutroy sets the letter down and picks up the shirt. On the front, it reads “Save a Whale” with a picture of an orca, and the back says “Club a Seal” with a tiny harp seal and a large club above its head. “God damn, she’s lost her mind again,” Zutroy mutters, wheeling himself and the items back in the house.

She'll understand it when the Croatians stop eating her soul at night.