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If it's close, Tech will win; I don't know how that ESPN poll turned out, but Tech doesn't lose close games. They'll blow us out, or we'll win.

As a fellow GT alum, I'm ecstatic that we're going to finally play for the national championship! I was there the last time we went to the Final Four, and exciting as that was, this is even better! I'm very happy for Coach Hewitt and the kids on the team, and I hope that they do their best! In other news, I look like a genius in my brackets: I participated in two pools, and I'm the only one that had us going to the Final Game in either of them...

Shouldn't you wait on them to actually win the draft lottery first? After all, Cleveland was only the first team to finish the season with the worst record in the league and actually get the number one pick since New Jersey in 1990 (Derrick Coleman). Odds are they'll end up with the number three pick, or something...

My God, Molly looks REALLY old in that pic. Really? I reckon she looks cute in that pic. :: Agrees with DeathBecomesYou ::

I wasn't going to say anything, because I was afraid it was going to come off like sour grapes, but this really bugged me, too. It was the only thing that I actively disliked out of an otherwise very good match; in kayfabe terms, I can't think of anybody that Riley would ever root for W&D to beat... well, maybe Cutthroat, but that's about it...

Natty Light? Damn, Johnny; you can't even drink beer right...

You mate with Janus?

'Dem Lies! Bullshit! Bullshit! You don't really believe that...

Now, wait just a minute: I thought that D. Luctretia/Dante Crane was Janus. So now, he's this other guy? And Janus is Crane? If Janus is Crane, then who's Janus? And, if Crane isn't Janus, then who is Crane, anyway? :: begins to speculate that Janus' MPD isn't a work afterall ::

They're in my stats... they're basically a bunch of moves off a front headlock/facelock that I patterned after Ken Chertow's Cement Job (which I preserved in its original state), and they're moves that I got to like using as a Greco-Roman heavyweight. I hope the descriptions are clear, and I did link to an anigif of the Cement Job, but if you need anything clarified I'd be more than happy to try. I like them because they're relatively low risk (okay, maybe not the Cement Mixer) and offer a good chance to put the opponent on his back. And, again, when I get home today I'll try to pick up with Window Pain and offer more in-depth comments. "Ken Chertow?" That sooo should have been Fugue's real name...

At the risk of having this post deleted, I couldn't help but notice that the projected marker vs. writer war actually developed into a marker vs. marker war... I think that I got my feedback questions answered, King, but thanks for your support, and thanks for being willing to re-open conversation. - Dub Cee

I never said that I didn't like it; I just said that I like "I Am the Man" better. If I were to rate the themes of the active wrestlers according to what I like, it'd be something like this: 1. Let's Get Dirty ... 2. I Am the Man 3. After the Flesh 4. Y.O.U. ... 5. Some Kind of Monster ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... EDIT: 6. (tie) almost everything else ... ... ... 7. Hero

Just say no.

:: shrug :: I'm talking about whatever it is Toxxic is talking about; I don't know cars, and I'm not from the country, so I wouldn't know what you'd have to put on a truck in order to be able to herd cattle with it. I just read Toxxic's first segment and saw the word "bullbars" and went . I figured that it was some kind of UK thing...

:: agrees with Ripper :: Preach, brother!

Well, as long as you're here, Dace... what the hell are "bullbars?"

According to my understanding, a "spider" suplex is described a top turnbuckle suplex in which the attacker wraps his legs around the top turnbuckle, so that he is able to throw the victim off of the turnbuckles without falling off himself. Perhaps Dace can clear this up.

Hrmm... First off, thanks for the feedback, TNT; I didn't mean to come off as petulant before. I reckon that I have been slacking off on my spot descriptions somewhat; they used to be my strength, but I haven't been putting the same effort into describing Wildchild's body in action that I used to. Motivation has been a problem for me, but I'll get back to that. I'm a bit troubled by what you meant by spots that were hard to follow, though, and would like to ask you to point out a specific example, because I can't think of any spots that I wrote for this match that WC hasn't done a hundred times before, so I don't know whether you thought it was hard to follow because it seemed really contrived and unnatural, or because I did a half-assed job of describing it... I echo Johnny in that I'm not sure that I agree with you about the ending: given the various factors that we had to work with (word limit + W&D's relative lack of strength/UT's insane vitality levels), we couldn't really think of any other way to write a finish where we won that didn't look like a fluke. Having said that, though, I can see what you mean about the lack of build-up to the finish and, to tell you the truth, Johnny and I couldn't really decide on an effective story to tell, which made it difficult to develop a build. When I first saw the card, I had wanted to re-enact Rockers/Faces of Fear from WMVII, but Johnny's never seen it, and I became too busy to flesh it all out by myself, so we sort of decided to go with something else at the last minute... We've been having that problem a lot more recently lately, as I'm predisposed to wanting to reference old matches in my writing, but Johnny hasn't seen as much stuff as I have (and, to be honest, I don't care for a great deal for most of the stuff [post-Attitude WWE] he has watched... ). To be perfectly honest, while we both enjoyed being the Tag Team champions, the chase was much more satisfying to write, specifically the chase for Justice and Rule; Johnny and I felt cheated when Ejiro decided that he wanted to change gimmicks and Judge just up and quit before we ever got a chance to have our big blowoff, and when we finally won, given the circumstances, we very much started to develop a "what now" feeling about our title reign. And I'm just speaking for myself here, but part of the problem I've had with motivating myself is that all of my standard bearers are gone; there's nobody in the fed right now that I want to beat so badly that can motivate myself to write at my very best to beat, except for Tom and Ejiro, and they want different things from what I want. All of the other writers that I measured myself against (Judge, Danny, Craven, Mak, Strangler, Frost) have all retired and/or quit. I was motivated to write for the Cruiserweight division, even after I lost the belt, and then I looked at what most of the other cruiserweights are involved in, and began to realize that the Cruiserweight Title apparently isn't as important to anyone else as it is to me, so that motivation kind of dwinidled... At any rate, I thank you again for the feedback; you've given me something to think about, and a starting point to improve from. - Dub "all I have to do now is go to the Emerald City and ask the Wizard for a heart" Cee

Just a few quick thoughts; I'll try and provide in-depth analysis for any match upon request: OPENING SEGMENT Thoughts: Mark is all secretive and shit... it's almost like a worked shoot, or something... OPENING PROMO Thoughts: To be perfectly honest, I wasn't very happy with it; in fact the main reason that I don't do very many promos is because I'm not good with dialogue... I went in with a plan for what I wanted to get across, but I lost my train of thought late, and as I'm sure you could all see, it really started to drag near the end... I had much more difficulty writing this than I had writing my match... TOXXIC VS INSANE LUCHADOR - PART ONE Thoughts: I'm not absolutely certain about this, but I think that the word you wanted to use was "quaff..." I thought that the setting off of the alarm was a nice touch (side note: would you mind telling this poor Yank, who doesn't know shit about cars anyway, what part of a car the "bullbars" are?)... I especially like the nutshot getting a pin in a multi-fall match; we, as a group, don't do a good enough job selling the basic moves anymore ... I loved the interaction between IL and the Memphis Eel, especially the muderous glare after the Eel inadvertently opened the sliding doors... having said that, this match is so far conspicuously lacking in play-by-play, which would almost suggest that this segment was recorded before the show started... Minor grammatical note: a few more commas here and there wouldn't hurt; you had a few run-on sentences in there, but it was otherwise a good read. MIKE VAN SICLEN VS EDWARD JAMES Thoughts: Not much to comment on, except that I'm almost glad that MVS didn't show; I asked MVS for permission to use him in a promo, but I didn't tell him what I planned to say, so at least I don't have to worry about the awkward hell that is promo no-selling.. PHONE CALL Thoughts: My best friend went through a similar situation when his wife was pregnant before he got out of the Navy, so I was really feeling this... not a whole lot to say other than nice work; I'm sure any working father can sympathize. WILD AND DANGEROUS VS THE UNHOLY TRINITY Thoughts: Aside from my personal pet peeve of the champions coming out first, the opening segment was quite solid... I really liked the flapjack spot; looked like something I'd write myself... A very good match, overall, without much of anything to find fault with... except for this: I don't know whether you meant to say "boot" or "foot," but Wildchild doesn't wear boots. TOM FLESHER VS ANN ONITA Thoughts: Let me just say that "I Am the Man" is probably my favorite ring music among active wrestlers besides my own... Is Alilison a lesbian, too? ... Taamo seems to be Annie's "Craven," if the never-having-beaten comment has any basis in fact; I'd very much like to see what she wrote for Lockdown... As someone who wrestled in high school (nevermind that it was eleven years ago), I really like the "Cement" series; you should use it more often, Tom... I don't know why, but I don't actually believed that Annie actually "f***ed" Wilson, even in kayfabe... I like this HC match a lot if for other reason than because it's a lot like the way I prefer to write them myself: with a minimum of actual accessories used... Of course, I don't have the talent to pull of blood and gore, anyway... I also like the way you seem to have Riley starting to sympathise with Flesher again, as a subtle way of enhancing this hinted heel-turn. COY WEST VS STRYKE Thoughts: Coy coming down to the ring with a gun is funny, although not entirely unsurprising... Coy has a hard head? I thought he was a Redneck, not Samoan... I really like the way Coy gets old school moves over... Coy bleeds because he's a REDNECK~! ... or something... JOHN DURAN VS TODD ROYAL Thoughts: I can honestly say that I didn't see that interlude with Toxxic and IL coming, although it would have been even funnier if this match had started out as Ping Ping II, and Toxxic and IL interrupted it somehow... Todd does his best Grappler imitation, and the crowd doesn't like it one bit... TOdd and Duran go all "fuck this hardcore shit," and roll around on the mat for a few minutes before the match (mercifully) ends, and Duran threatens to scrub Grappler's face off, or something... TOXXIC VS INSANE LUCHADOR - PART TWO Thoughts: 15 year-old Girl Scouts? I'll bet you an oatmeal cookie that you don't know what color outfits they'd be wearing... It's good to be the champ: where were all the hot bitches when I was Hardcore Champion? ... Thief! Thief! IL's a thief... DACE NIGHT VS ALAN CLARK Thoughts: Apropos of nothing, when was the last time that Clark actually defended the Cruiserweight Title? ... Bloodshed! Bloodshed is... well... he's... he's nucking futs, that's what he is... I'd hate to be on the ring crew after this match; I'm just sayin'... Toxxic/IL segueway = running gag, and it's good... Dace makes mincemeat out of Toxxic, and I smell a feud coming... Bloodshed disappears and re-appears as Alan Clark, sans blood, and it's starting to get a little too 1994 Undertaker-esque for me... CHARLIE MATTHEWS VS LANDON MADDIX Thoughts: If I was in the crowd, and heard anyone come down to the ring to N.E.R.D, I'd jump the barricade and strangle them on general principle... Maddix displays his sensitive style, as he introduces Grappler to the ring bell; nice... The Book of Todd~! Bloody marvelous... Uhh... how can Grappler do a "Spider" suplex with both his feet on the canvas? ... I can't believe that you ACTUALLY had the nerve to use a baguette as a weapon... Blunt Force Trauma~! And Grappler sends a hearty "Fuck you, too" to Duran... TOXXIC VS INSANE LUCHADOR - PART "THREE" Thoughts: A little shady to circumvent the ME like that, but this has entertained me, so I'll allow it... IL misses a moonsault off the SmarkTron that would even make wC say "HOLY SHIT!" ... and then he misses... You can't trust an EEL~! POWER OF ATTORNEY? Thoughts: I only have one thought: I think it's King...

Yeah right; like the markers give feedback anymore...

I would appreciate feedback... and by "appreciate," I mean, "marker, give me feedback or else..." - Dub Cee =============== “Welcome back to Lockdown,” says Comet. “We’re about ready for our Tag Team Title match between Wild and Dangerous and Aecas and Terrance Bailey of the Unholy Trinity. And Robert, earlier tonight, Mike Van Siclen had some very strong words for the Tag Team Champions!” “He certainly did,” agrees Riley. “He basically blamed them for everything that’s gone wrong in his SWF career. And you know what, Comet? After listening to him explain it, I’m not so sure that his accusations aren’t without merit!” “You can’t be serious,” barks Comet. “This is a man who has been blinded by jealousy for two young superstars that he claimed to be friends with!” “Well, why would he be happy for them,” asks Riley. “After all, they only reason that they got to where they are is by stabbing Mike Van Siclen in the back!” “That’s ridiculous,” roars Comet. “I can’t believe that you’re actually taking the things that he said seriously!” Riley shrugs in response. “I have no reason not to believe it, Comet. A lot of the things that he said make a lot of sense. And, from the sounds of things, he intends to take matters into his own hands; he’s gotten himself a tag team partner, and he vows to take those belts away from Wild and Dangerous!” “Well, before Wild and Dangerous can deal with this new threat posed by Mike Van Siclen,” says Comet, “first they are going to have to get past the Unholy Trinity! Terrence Bailey and Aecas are two fierce competitors, two former Hardcore Champions, and they’re going to give the Tag Team Champions all that they can handle!” With that, the stage becomes flooded with smoke. The Philadelphia fans begin to cheer as bright red laser beams pierce the smoke, creating a crimson mesh of light. Suddenly, the arena comes alive with the Trinity’s battle cry: LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST! The front of the stage explodes in a blaze of pyro as Machinehead’s “Davidian” begins to blare through the speakers. As the pyro dies down, the Anti-Heel Machine and the Black Angel step out onto the stage, holding their arms above their heads as the crowd chants for them: TRIN-I-TY! TRIN-I-TY! TRIN-I-TY! “Ladies and gentlemen,” says Funyon, as they begin to make their way down the ramp, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWF Tag Team Championship! Making their way to the ring at this time are the challengers: at a total combined weight of six hundred seventy-five pounds, here are Terrence “Janus” Bailey and the Black Angel, Aecas! And they represent… the Unholy TUH-RIN-I-TY!” “Look at all that beef in the ring,” notes Comet. “It’s like a cattle ranch! The largest team in the SWF today, bar none!” “And the strongest,” adds Riley. “I’m going to enjoy seeing the Trinity throw those two pretty boys around the ring like rag dolls!” “Let’s hope that the Tag Team Champions aren’t looking past the Trinity towards Mike Van Siclen and his mystery partner,” warns Comet, as the Trinity’s music fades out. Janus and Aecas talk strategy in the corner as “Y.O.U.” begins to play. The fans rise to their feet as the Tag Team Champions run out onto the stage, lacking in their usual exuberance. “Here come the Tag Team Champions,” says Comet, noting that the Bahama Bomber has since changed into his traditional ‘battle dress.’ “And you can tell that they’re a little distracted by what happened earlier tonight!” “Good,” replies Riley. That’ll make it all the easier for them to get their butts kicked tonight!” Wild and Dangerous walk briskly towards the ring, absentmindedly slapping hands with the fans as they proceed down the ramp. “Their opponents,” says Funyon, “at a total combined weight of four hundred thirty-one pounds, here are the SWF Tag Team Champions… WILD! AAAAAND DAAAAANGEROUS!” Funyon exits the ring as the Tag Team Champions reach the ringside area and slide underneath the bottom rope to enter the ring, without their usual victory lap. They look downright solemn as they remove their championship belts and hand them to referee Matthew Kivell, who holds them overhead before walking towards the edge of the ring and leaning through the ropes to hand them to Funyon. “Y.O.U.” fades out as Kivell motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell, signifying the start of the match: DING! DING! DING! “Bell’s gone,” says Comet, “and we’re underway!” Johnny and Terrence exit to their respective corners, leaving Wildchild and Aecas standing in the ring. Aecas waits patiently for Wildchild to initiate contact, but the Bahama Bomber stands motionless in the center of the ring staring towards the ramp. “Look at Wildchild,” pipes Riley. “He’s clearly got Van Siclen on his mind; he can’t even concentrate on this title match!” Aecas, growing impatient, decides to take matters into his own hands, as he steps forward and thrusts his right hand into Wildchild’s face, shoving him down to the mat with a pieface! Wildchild rolls backwards onto his shoulders and back to his feet, glaring at the Black Angel, who nods approvingly at Wildchild’s sudden expression of anger. “It looks like Aecas actually wants to piss Wildchild off,” notes Comet, as Aecas leans forward, extending his chin towards the Champion. “Come on, mate,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “Lay one right here…” “… Right here…” With those two words, all of the rage that has been boiling just beneath the surface of the Human Hurricane reaches its flash point, and he lunges at Aecas, blasting the Black Angel with a battery of lightning-fast rights and lefts before he has time to react! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! “He’s snapped,” shouts Comet. “Wildchild’s gone over the edge!” Aecas staggers backwards, completely taken by surprise, but quickly recovers, swinging fiercely at Wildchild’s head, but the Caribbean Cruiser deftly moves out of the way and resumes his assault on Aecas’s skull: BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! UMPH! Aecas finally halts Wildchild’s attack with kneelift to the midsection that doubles him over. The Black Angel grabs Wildchild by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes, but the Bahama Bomber leaps onto the top rope and curls into a ball as he springs off… WHACK! … Blasting him in the chest with his patented Pinball attack! Aecas, who is unfamiliar with Wildchild’s offense, is completely taken by surprise, staggering backwards into the center of the ring, but remaining on his feet. Wildchild runs towards the Black Angel and dives feet-first at his lower body… WHAM! … Hitting his left knee with a running dropkick! Wildchild races towards the edge of the ring as Aecas drops to one knee and explodes off the ropes, flying through the air towards the challenger… CRACK! … And drilling him in the side of the head with a flying elbow! Aecas crumples to the mat as Wildchild rolls to his feet, howling towards the rafters! “Aecas may have made a mistake in trying to agitate the Wildchild,” notes Comet. “I don’t think that he was prepared for that high-speed attack!” “Wildchild always gets off to a fast start,” replies Bobby. “But, water seeks its own level; as this match goes on, you’ll see the Trinity take advantage!” Wildchild pulls Aecas to his feet and forces him back towards the edge of the ring nearest his corner. The Black Angel reaches out to make the tag to Terrence even as Wildchild grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring, and attempt that he reverses easily. Bailey steps between the ropes as Wildchild is propelled across the ring, and scoops the Bahama Bomber into his arms as he ducks a clothesline attempt by Aecas. SMASH! Aecas runs across the ring as Terrance holds Wildchild tightly in his grip and thunders off the ropes, running directly at his tag team partner and crushing the Tropical Tumbler between their two massive bodies! Terrence releases Wildchild and exchanges a double high-five with his tag team partner as the Bahama Bomber slumps to the canvas. “Tremendous move by the Trinity,” remarks Comet. “Wildchild just got crushed between seven hundred pounds of beef!” “That’s how you use your weight to your advantage,” adds Riley. “And that’s smart; they don’t have a chance to match speed with Wild and Dangerous, so they utilize their bulk to their advantage. They’re going to need to do more of that if they want to come away with the win here!” Terrence picks Wildchild up as Aecas exits to the ring apron and holds him overhead nonchalantly with a military press before simply releasing him… SLAM! … And stepping forward as Wildchild crashes down to the mat! The Anti-Heel Machine lumbers towards the edge of the ring with precision slowness and bounces off the ropes, leaping into the air as he rebounds to crush Wildchild with a legdrop… CRASH! … But the Bahama Bomber rolls safely out of the way! Terrence clutches his lower back in pain and rolls towards his corner to tag Aecas back in as Wildchild continues to recover. The Black Angel steps between the ropes and charges across the ring, but the Human Hurricane manages to somersault towards his corner and makes the tag to Johnny Dangerous, who immediately leaps onto the top rope and explodes into the ring… SMACK! … Smashing Aecas in the face with a Springboard Dropkick! “Here comes the Barracuda,” shouts Comet, as Aecas staggers backwards. “The muscle of Wild and Dangerous, if you will…” “Hah,” snorts Riley. “That right there should tell you all that you need to know about Wild and Dangerous chances in this match. A two hundred and twenty-pounder is the ‘muscle.’ That’s a joke!” Wildchild remains in the ring, lying facedown on the canvas near his corner as Johnny grabs Aecas by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring, but the Black Angel easily reverses, launching Johnny into the ropes instead. The Barracuda leaps into the air as he bounces off the ropes, extending his body as he flies towards the challenger with a cross-body attempt, an attempt that he quickly neutralizes, snatching Johnny out of the air and into his mighty grip… CRASH! … But Wildchild creeps up behind the Black Angel, raising his body slightly off the canvas and causing Aecas to fall backwards to the mat with Johnny on top of him! “Beautiful takedown,” exclaims Comet, as Kivell drops down to count the pinfall, not even waiting for Wildchild to leave the ring: ONE! But Aecas kicks out easily at one, launching the Barracuda forcefully off of his body! “That was the result of an illegal double-team,” roars Riley, as Wildchild rushes towards the Trinity’s corner. “Not only should the referee not have counted that, but he should disqualify Wild and Dangerous right now!” WHACK! The Bahama Bomber leaps towards the Trinity’s corner before Kivell realizes that he hasn’t yet left the ring, and sucker punches Terrance in the face. Enraged, the Anti-Heel Machine charges through the ropes as the speedster darts back across the ring, but the referee only sees the Aussie Giant, and holds him back in the corner, allowing Wildchild to use the distraction to help his partner inflict some double-team damage on Aecas. “What the hell are you doing, Kivell,” shouts Riley. “Pay attention to what’s going on behind you!” Wildchild and Johnny each grab one of Aecas’s wrists and whip him across the ring, lifting him into the air as he rebounds… BANG! … And bounces him off the mat with a double-spinebuster! Bailey roars at Kivell to turn around, but the referee remains steadfast, demanding that he return to his corner. “See,” shouts Riley, “this is the kind of favoritism that Van Siclen was talking about; how can Kivell turn a blind eye to what’s going on behind him?” The Tag Team Champions continue to capitalize on the referee’s distraction, grapevining the Black Angel’s legs and locking their hands together as they roll forward, pulling Aecas off the mat and through the air… WHAM! … Before slamming him back down with a Double Leg-Whip Powerbomb! Wildchild exits the ring and returns to his corner as Kivell finally turns his attention away from the Aussie Giant. “Can you believe this guy,” grumbles Riley. “And he has the nerve to call himself a referee; Mark Stevens should fine him for his incompetence, but since Kivell’s bad refereeing works in favor of his two chosen ones, I’m sure he won’t do anything!” Johnny gets to his feet and makes a clean tag in plain view of the referee. “Oh, that’s funny,” snaps Riley, as Wildchild climbs to the top turnbuckle. “Look at these two acting like they follow the rules; they cheat more than any other team in the history of the SWF! I sure hope that Van Siclen and his partner put them in their place!” Johnny drags Aecas in front of the Champion’s corner before climbing the turnbuckles to meet Wildchild, trapping him in a front facelock and grabbing the leg as he falls backwards off of the turnbuckle… WHAM! … Driving his partner into the chest of the Black Angel with a Superplex! “Superplex Senton,” shouts Comet, as Wildchild rolls over to apply a cover. “Vintage tag team wrestling by the Champions!” “Vintage cheating, you mean, snaps Riley,” as Kivell drops down to count: ONE! TWO! THREE— KICKOUT! Wildchild beats Aecas to his feet and immediately makes the tag to Johnny, who comes back in and grabs the challenger by the wrist, whipping him across the ring… WHACK! … But the Black Angel quickly spins around on his heel and pulls Johnny towards him, leveling the Barracuda with a short-arm clothesline! “What a shot,” cries Comet. “I believe he irritated Aecas,” says Riley gleefully, as Aecas shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. "The Black Angel’s had enough of their illegal double-teams!” Aecas stumbles towards his corner and finally makes the tag to Terrence. “Tag is made,” says Comet. “And Citizen Bailey looks fit to be tied!” Bailey storms into the ring and slides in towards the still-stunned Johnny... BANG! ... Socking him in the mouth with a fierce Knuckle Bomb that sends the Barracuda sprawling backwards into the ropes! Johnny stumbles back towards the center of the ring, and Janus thrusts his arm forward forcefully... BANG! Knocking the Barracuda flat on his back with another Knuckle Bomb! “The force behind those Knuckle Bombs has just got to be amazing,” marvels Comet, “and if Johnny wants to see his team walking away with those title belts he’d be well advised to avoid any more of those!” Bailey has Johnny back up with a quick arm wrench, and ferociously whips the Barracuda across the ring towards the steel post! Johnny hits back-first with a sickening thud and staggers back out, his hand shooting to his back and he groans in agony. Unfortunately, the Barracuda winds up leaving himself wide open for the Aussie Giant, who reaches out to grab Johnny’s neck with both hands, and jerks the Secret Agent off his feet, holding him a least a good foot off the mat with a choke! Gasping for air is almost hopeless, yet Johnny tries while at the same time sinking his claws deep into Bailey’s oversized hands and trying to pry them away from his neck! Finally, after growing tiresome of having his hands shredded apart, Terrence ends the struggle by viciously slinging Johnny down to the canvas, forcefully knocking what little wind Dangerous was able to suck back into his windpipes on his way down back out! Janus steps in as he slings his elbow out and falls backward... WHAM! ... Drilling Johnny’s chest with the point of his elbow! “My God,” says Riley. “Did you see how bad the ring shook when Janus hit that elbow? It nearly knocked every single screw loose! He’d better ease up a bit on that we still need this ring for the rest of the night!” “Be serious, Robert,” replies Comet. “Besides, the ring falling apart is about as likely as Commissioner Slam marking out for Al Snow on commentary!” “Yeah… that would be pretty ludicrous,” agrees Bobby. In the ring, Terrence makes the cover… ONE! TWO! NO!! Johnny gets a shoulder up just after two! Pushing up off the canvas, Johnny begins to stand while in the near corner Wildchild begins to shout his encouragement. Before the Secret Agent can get up any further though, Bailey grabs a handful of hair and yanks the Barracuda back to his feet, eliciting a yelp of pain from Johnny’s lips! Bailey releases Johnny’s hair as he winds up his fist for yet another knuckle Bomb... SMACK! ... But before he can land his blow, Dangerous quickly thrusts the palm of his hand into Baileys face, right between the eyes, with a Shotei Palmstrike! “And Operative Dangerous is making a grab for control of this match up,” shouts Comet. Terrence stumbles backwards, momentarily stunned, and Johnny steps in... SMACK! SMACK! ... Blasting him with a second Shotei, quickly followed by a third! The crowd rises up, cheering wholeheartedly as Terrence staggers a step back… then forward… clearly stunned and ready to lumber to the canvas at a moments notice! Johnny pivots on his heel and heads to the near ropes behind him then bounces back, looking to put the Aussie Giant down with a big time lariat but Bailey suddenly comes back to life in just the nick of time, much to the delight of Philly! He turns to the side and scoops Johnny off the mat before he can land his clothesline, then kicks one leg up as he turns before sitting out… WHAM! … And driving Johnny back-first into the mat with a Sidewalk Slam, then collapsing himself, leaving both men flat on the canvas! “And both men are down,” notes Comet. “Those Shotei of Johnny’s must have really sent Citizen Bailey’s brain slamming from one side of his skull to the other—I think he might be out!” After a watching Bailey and Johnny lying motionless for a few seconds, the referee finally steps in to administer the ten-count. “ONEEEEE,” he shouts, while throwing his arms into the air and holding one finger up on each hand. Wildchild and Aecas, both in their respective corners, begin shouting encouragements to their partners and loudly slamming their hands into the tops of the turnbuckles! “TWOOOO!!!” Still no movement from either man, and finally, the Bahama Bomber turns toward the crowd and begins clapping his hands together high over his head. “Oh great… Wildchild; the captain of the pep squad!” The clapping catches on like wildfire, and soon the entire arena joins in clapping and loudly cheering! “THREEEE!!!” Terrence is the first to awaken, and he rolls over onto his stomach then takes a deep breath… then finally pushes off the mat and begins his slow crawl to his corner. “FOUUUUUUUR!!!!” Finally, it’s Johnny’s turn. The Barracuda, like Terrence before him, rolls over onto his stomach and begins inching his way towards his awaiting partner. However, unlike Terrence, Johnny doesn’t have nearly as far to go before reaching the tag, but with Bailey’s head start it puts both men at about an even stretch for home plate. “FIIIIIVE!!!!” Jumping to his feet, Janus recklessly dives for the Black Angel’s hand… Smack! … And makes the tag! Aecas steps over the top rope and comes charging across the ring like a herd of wild elephants! Knowing that time is of the essence, Johnny closes his distance with a quick scuttle across the mat on all fours, and smacks the Wildchild’s hand! The crowd… quite simply… explodes! “Wildchild and Aecas are both the legal man in this match,” declares Comet, “and with control of this match as open as Megan Skye’s bedroom door, it could be anyone’s game here!” Wildchild hops straight up to the turnbuckle as the Black Angel closes in, then springs from his roost in a forward flip… WHAM!! … And plants both feet knee-deep into Aecas’ chest, absolutely flooring the Black Angel! “Shooting Star Missile Dropkick,” calls Comet, “what a move by the Wildchild!” Aecas rolls to his knees and begins to push off the mat with one hand while clutching his chest with the other as he grinds down hard on his teeth to fight back the resurgence of pain. Before Aecas is able to get off his knees, Wildchild leaps to the second rope directly beside him and back-flips off... WHUMP! ... Jamming his knee directly across the Black Angel’s back and violently slamming him back down into the mat chest-first! Wildchild pops up to his feet as Aecas, using the strength in his arms, pushes himself back off the mat, determined not to stay put, but the Bahama Bomber is a step ahead of him, backflipping in place... SPLASH! ... And crashing back down onto the Black Angel with a standing Moonsault! Out of the corner of his eye Wildchild sees Johnny climbing the turnbuckle and moves out of the way, allowing the Barracuda to Moonsault off the top… WHAAAM!!! … And come down feet-first into Aecas’ back! The crowd roars with glee! “Moonsault Double Stomp,” barks Comet. “What in the hell was that,” cries Bobby. “That was a blatantly illegal move!” “Wildchild and Johnny are just trying to appease these fans,” counters Comet. “Remember, Robert, this city is the home of hardcore, and Wild and Dangerous are simply giving what little of a shout-out they can!” “Yeah, well it looks like Janus has a few choice words about that one!” Sure enough, Terrence, catching an eye-full of the double-teaming angrily steps over the top rope to enter the ring, but the Referee quickly slides in, cutting Bailey off and ordering him to return to his corner. Remembering what happened last time, he quickly obliges, and Kivell is more than pleased to spin around, only to find Johnny already back in his corner without having to utter a single word Meanwhile, Wildchild drops to his knees and slowly but surely rolls the Black Angel onto his back to make the cover. ONE! TWO! NO!! Aecas gets his foot on the rope, putting an end to the count and filling the Wachovia Center with cheers! “Smart move by Aecas,” notes Comet. “Clearly, he didn’t have the strength there to kick out of the pin fall, but his determination to become Tag Team Champion has not withered one single ounce!” Wildchild floats over in front of the Black Angel and slaps on a quick facelock, using his control of Aecas’ body to pull him to his feet and lead him to the corner. Wildchild reaches his free hand out behind him and tags in Johnny, which gets a good round of applause from the crowd! Johnny steps in and grabs Aecas by the wrist, and with assistance from his partner, whips the Black Angel across the ring! Wildchild and Johnny both get into position, looking for a double spine buster as Aecas hits the ropes and rebounds… but using every last square inch of fighting spirit the Black Angel can muster, he suddenly lets out a TREMENDOUS roar and slams both arms into the Tag Team Champion’s necks, violently flooring the pair, and getting a colossal cheer from the fans! Aecas drops to his knees, trying to recover as Wild and Dangerous writhe on the canvas. “That’s what you get for cheating, you jerks,” shouts Bobby. “What are you blabbering about,” replies Comet, “they were within the allotted five seconds! Nonetheless, that was a big time counter by Aecas! I was beginning to wonder if he had anything left in that big tank of his!” Terrence shouts for joy, and cheers on his partner, who feeds off of the crowd's energy as he gets to his feet and raises his arms above his head, but failing to notices his opponents recovering behind him. "Forget the damn fans," shouts Riley. "Worry about the guys behind you!" Against all common sense, Aecas elects not to make the tag to his partner, instead turning back towards the center of the ring... CRACK! ... Right into a shuffling sidekick from the Wildchild! Aecas staggers backwards, caught by total surprise, and falls right into the waiting arms of the Barracuda, who scoops the Black Angel off the mat, pivots on one foot, and falls backwards with his patented Fallaway Slam as Comet shouts: “MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… ” SA-LAAAM!! “By Zeus, what a MI Slam,” marvels Comet. “Aecas gave the Tag Champs too much time and they flipped the tables right back around on him!” Wildchild races to the far side of the ring then soars back toward the near ropes as Johnny rolls off Aecas. The Barracuda runs over to the Trinity's corner and smacks Janus in the face, goading the Aussie Giant into the ring as the Human Hurricane picks up serious speed before leaping to the top rope, and then springing back off and somersaulting forward while in the midst of a complete 450-degree rotation… WHAAAM!!! … And SLAMMING down HARD into the Black Angel’s chest with a Falling Star Press to a roar of cheers! Against the roars of protest from Bailey, Kivell orders him back to his corner and then turns his attention back to the center of the ring, demanding that Wildchild exit as well. Wildchild heads off… but as soon as Kivell's back is turned, he sprints in the opposite direction! Like Thugg to the lunch-line, Wildchild BOLTS towards the Trinity's corner, leaping to the middle rope opposing Terrence before the Aussie Giant can react, and then springing off towards him, snatching Bailey by the head and pulling him off the apron, to the floor… WHAAAM!! … Scattering his brains across the outside floor with a Tornado DDT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “Ouch,” Comet winces at the impact as Wildchild raises up on his knees and swipes his hair back away from his face, then finally, deciding not too push his luck any farther, saunters off towards his side of the ring. Johnny, in the ring, simply clenches down on both his hands, balling them into fist and thrusts above his head! “That’s the signal for the Armed and Dangerous,” shouts Comet. “On top of a Falling Star Press and a MI Slam, and I’m sure Aecas is still feeling that D.F.A… that’s if he *is* still coherent enough to feel… and these fans are going ballistic!” Finally, the Barracuda throws his arms down to his side and darts off to the far side of the ring. As Johnny nears the ropes he leaps into them… then ROCKETS back across the ring faster than a speeding bullet, one directly headed for Aecas’ flattened body that is. But before he reaches the Challenger, Johnny somersaults into the air while bringing both his arms out and tightly balling up his fists… WHAM!! … And driving them straight into the Black Angel’s sternum! “Armed and Dangerous,” shouts Comet. “I don’t know how much that will add to Aecas agony, but the Black Angel couldn’t possibly withstand any more punishment!” “Well if he can’t take the heat, maybe he should have thought about that before sticking his foot on the rope earlier!” Johnny rolls onto his back as he reaches out for the Black Angel’s leg, then rolls back, firmly planting Aecas’ shoulders to the mat. ONE! TWO! THREEE! DING! DING! DING! “And they’ve done it again,” cheers Comet, as Wild and Dangerous’ theme begins to pound from the speakers and Johnny releases Aecas’ leg, letting it flop to the canvas before he himself falls onto his back, breathing a sigh of relief. “Yeah, and all it took was a string of three finishing maneuvers and an insult to put Aecas down,” Bobby says. “Still,” counters Comet, “there is a reason Wild and Dangerous are the best Tag Team in the business today, and they just proved it… here, tonight!” "All that these two proves is that they can cheat better than anybody else," growls Riley. "I can't wait until Van Siclen and his partner put these two in their place!" Wildchild slides into the ring and grabs Johnny by the hand, helping him to his feet as the Referee returns with the Tag Team Titles. “Here are your winners,” announces Funyon, “and STIIIIL the SWF Tag Team CHAMPIOOOOONS, WIIIIIIIILD… AAAAAAAAAAAND DAAAANGEROUUUS!!!” “As much as I loathe the Unholy Trinity I’m rather disappointed that these two giants couldn’t snap those two twigs of flesh we call Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous,” Bobby says. “Still, they they didn't get out-wrestled, they lost to biased officiating! I expect Commissioner Stevens to take disciplinary action against Kivell immdiately!” “Whatever you wish to call it,” replies Comet. “I don’t think it matters to these fans though, as they appear to have been thoroughly entertained by the match both teams fought through. We got more coming up, Folks, so stay tuned!” Wildchild and Johnny both pose on the turnbuckles with their titles, adoring their fans… As we: FADE OUT

... And that's why I never ever ever promo... Well... that was a goddamn waste of time...

I can read just fine, Lord Zed, but I've got a LOT on my plate right now, and when I read people saying that they're going need a miracle to write a match in nearly 36 hours, or that they're going to have to no-show more than 24 hours before the posted deadline, it kind of fucks me up a little... I needed to make sure that there wasn't a schedule change that I didn't hear about. Please accept my humble apology.

You mean the deadline isn't tomorrow? I mean, I've got plenty of time to finish, as long as I have until tomorrow...