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I'm into minute sixteen of the podcast, and I'm REALLY hoping this leads to something... EDIT - Clark, that was the worst payoff ever! You rambled on for ten minutes just to get to that?!

Welcome to the Fed; hope you stick around a while.

We've had the belts just over two months, you simp; Judge auto-jobbed in that match back in February because you turned it in late, remember?

Regarding MANSON giving the lariat to James... well, I did write him as getting Bruner down with the lariat, and he's 6'10", so there's precedent.

I'm finally getting around to listening to Skull Radio for this/last week... And Clark, feel free to take Landon's dick out of your mouth any time...

.... That would definitely put a different perspective on the Slam Dance...

Sunday, May 20, 2007. 5:41 am Johnny Dangerous sits down and inhales the aroma rising up from his mug; he takes a swig of the steaming brown liquid, a splash of cream and a dash of sugar, and his eyes close in satisfaction. “Aw yeah!” he sighs to himself. “That’s what I’m talking about… After I retire, I might move down here just for the coffee!” The Barracuda sets the mug down and glances around in amazement at the kitchen of the rebuilt LeCroix estate. He wonders idly how Dominic found time to get all this taken care of, for as much time as he spends away. “Couldn’t sleep?” Johnny whips his head around to see the form of his partner, Dominic LeCroix, aka the Wildchild, walking into the kitchen. “I slept fine,” replies the Barracuda. “I’m just used to having to get up early to catch that morning flight to the next show, you know?” LeCroix nods in understanding and stretches his arms over his head as he lets out a big yawn. “So,” continues Johnny, “how’d YOU sleep?” “Man, I slept great!” exclaims WC. “Hell, I slept better than great; it’s been so long since I slept in my own bed! De last time I’d been back here, I spend most of my vacation putting de house back t’get’er, an’ I slept most nights on a cot in de foyer… By de way,” Nic pauses, his cheeks turning copper from blush, “I hope we didn’ keep you up last night…” “Nah, it’s all good,” replies Johnny. “But… if you know any ladies around here…” “Johnny,” says LeCroix, with his trademark grin, “I know ALL de ladies aroun’ here! In fact, me an’ Missy are takin’ you to a regatta dis afternoon; I’m sure dere’ll be a few ladies dere dat I could introduce you to…” “That’d be out-standing!” replies Johnny, smiling. “Hey man, I know that you haven’t taken THAT much time off since the hurricane hit; when did you make time to get all this taken care of?” “Well, Mistah Jo-jo an’ his family helped out a lot… but actually, dis wouldn’ have been possible wit’out Mistah Robinson.” “Mister Robinson?” Johnny’s eyes blink in confusion for a few seconds, before they widen in disbelief. “You mean Thomas Robinson?” “Oui,” replies Dominic. “Mistah Robinson was a good friend of my papa; he used to come over all de time… in fact, he used t’joke wit’ my papa dat he was gon’ steal me away from de act t’become a runner.” Johnny’s brow creases in thought. “Robinson… he ran in the Olympics, didn’t he?” “Oui!” LeCroix said proudly. “In 1964, de same year dat Sir Knowles an’ Mistah Cooke won de gold in sailing… dat was a banner year for de Bahamas!” “So… if this guy thought that you had Olympic potential,” asks Johnny, “how could you turn down an opportunity like that?” LeCroix shrugs noncommittally. “I was never int’a runnin’ like I was bein’ an acrobat. In fact, when I was a kid, I actually wanted to be an Olympic gymnast.” Johnny stifles a laugh. “A gymnast?” “Oui,” Nic replies solemnly. “Dis was before I learned dat Bahamas don’ have a gymnastics team… I actually got an invitation t’try out for de United States, but de coach said dat I’d have to un-learn every t’ing dat my papa taught me t’be a circus performer, an’ learn how t’be a ‘technical’ gymnast… He wanted me t’move t’de United States and commit myself t’learnin’ how t’be an Olympic-level gymnast.” “So, why didn’t you?” LeCroix shrugs again. “I was fourteen, Johnny; I wasn’ ready t’leave de nest yet. Plus, I really loved de circus… de idea of havin’ t’ ‘un-learn’ how t’do everyt’ing I’d spent my whole life doin’ didn’ sit well wit’ me… But, dat’s all water under de bridge, now. I’m happy wit’ my life de way it turned out.” The Barracuda leans back in his chair. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” “Well,” says LeCroix, “I was jus’ on my way out t’de garden t’pay my respects t’my family… after dat, I figured dat we go train some… by den, Missy’ll probably have somet’in ready for brunch.” “Sounds like a plan,” says Johnny, nodding in agreement. “You got a place picked out?” “As a matter of fact, I do,” replies WC. “My gym.” Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Your gym?” “Oui,” replies WC. “Y’know, ever since I lost my family, I’ve been t’inkin’ a lot about what I’m gon’ do when I get done wit’ wresslin’, an’ I decided that I want t’come back home… so, I been investin’ a lot of my money in interests down here…” “Like the gym?” “Oui,” continues WC. “I helped a buddy of mine from high school start up a gym here on Andros; I put up de capital, an’ he takes care of de day-to-day. Dere are actually some guys here on Andros dat want t’be wressler’s, an’ he’s been helping them get started; I gave him a copy of de conditionin’ an’ trainin’ program dat I used when I was breakin’ in t’de business, an’ he has dem usin’ dat… Plus, I’m a minority partner in de ACWA.” “ACWA? What the hell’s that?” “It stands for Allied Caribbean Wresslin Associashen,” explains LeCroix. “It started jus’ about five years ago, an’ includes all de Caribbean Nations. Right now, de executive board includes representatives from Puerto Rico, Cuba, de V.I, Jamaica, Hispaniola, Barbados an’ Trinidad, but I’ve been offered a seat on de board once I retire, as de representative for Bahamas an’ Hispaniola.” Johnny lets out a slow whistle. “Sounds like a lot of work.” “Oui,” agrees Nic. “But it’s definitely somet’in’ I’ll be wantin’ t’get into… I don’ t’ink I could jus’ walk away from wresslin, not after what I’ve put into it de last five years.” “Hey, who knows,” Johnny says with a grin, “if that girl you said you’re going to hook me up with works out, I may just move on down here to help you run it!” “Hah,” replies WC with a playful snort. “You couldn’ last a month down here in Paradise, Johnny; you’re de type dat gotta keep movin’…” “Well,” Johnny says with a shrug, “at least I could come visit; I might even wrestle for you!” “Sounds like a plan,” says WC. “Anyway, I’ll meet you out front in about fifteen mintues.” With that, LeCroix gets up and heads out to the memorial garden that he created for his family, leaving Johnny to finish his coffee… As we: FADE OUT

Sounds intriguing, but I'll pass, if it's all the same. No offense but, given the music you've expressed a taste for, I don't know how qualified I'd consider you to be to evaluate the sort of music which I prefer.

Why is it non-title? Fuck it, put 'em on the line... gotta make the home crowd happy.

Bah! Damn Judge and his deadlines! If he hadn't auto-jobbed us... And, if it takes the two best writers in the fed teaming together to beat us, I can live with that; Lord knows neither of you ever beat us teaming with anybody else...

With apologies to Toxxic and Landon, MANSON is easily the most compelling character on the active roster, when he's motivated. And Toxxic, you want a rematch, just say the word, punk...

Well, I didn't get 24/7 until last November, so I guess it won't bother me until next May...

Did Johnny not send you our match?

No, the ball rotated out of the high post from Webber and the low post from Divac. In fact, most of those passes to cutters were coming from Divac and Christie, rather than Webber. :: shrugs :: 3.7 is close enough to four to count, as far as I'm concerned. And I mistakenly included the 03-04 season when I was counting five. Are you talking about the same team that was #1 in the league in opponent's FG%, #1 in the league in opponent's 3pt FG% and top-5 in point differential and defensive efficiency? That team wasn't as good defensively as the Suns? Really? Because the last time I checked, the Suns were 17th in opponent's FG% and 9th in opponent's 3pt FG%. Didn't I acknowledge that coaches like Carlisle and Brown and Van Gundy micromanage offensive possessions? Because I'm pretty sure I did. I know the difference between good defense and bad offense, thank you very much. And, all things being equal, I'd still rather watch a low-scoring game.

And Super Crazy; he's still on the payroll, right?

And to me, that's one hundred percent perception; what you call an incredible solo effort in baseball a "pitching duel," I call a failure to hit, but I actually do consider low scoring games to be, very often, evidence of great defense... and I love to watch great defense. I admit that there are some teams where it's not an accurate indication of defense all the time, and that's because coaches like Jeff Van Gundy and Larry Brown and Rick Carlisle micromanage each offensive possession and choke the life out of the game. And there are teams like New Jersey, that actually can't shoot worth a fuck. But I don't think that that's representative of all low-scoring games. When San Antonio holds teams to low scores, that's not a "failure of everyone to score" that's one team imposing it's will on the other team. When Detroit had that run in 2004 (or was it 2005) where they held, like, fifteen consecutive opponents to sixty-five points or less, that wasn't a failure to score, that was the Pistons imposing their will. I love games like that.

And you are a Kings fan? Is some of this left over from that Sacramento team never winning anything? Am I being whooshed here? Surely you're not comparing the Princeton offense that the Kings played during their run, where the ball was in constant motion in the halfcourt, where 4-5 guys averaged at least four assists (Webber, Divac, Christie, Miller, Bibby) to the Suns, are you? The Kings were not a running team; hell, aside from Webber, they didn't really have any athletes... they made their money in the halfcourt game. The Suns don't play anything like the Kings did when they were actually contenders, and they never have: throughout the brief (entirely too brief, in my opinion) period that the Kings were relevant in the NBA, which was basically just 2001-2003, the Kings only had two guys averaging more than three 3-pt attempts a game (Stojakovic and Jackson in 01-02, Stojakovic and Christie in 02-03). The Suns have five. Last year, they had six. So I don't know why you would mention the Kings like, if I liked one style, I should like the other, as if they played anything alike. Hell, the Wizards play more like the Kings did than the Suns do. :: doesn't like the Wizards, either ::

Because I don't think it's exciting, that's why. The Suns don't have 5-7 guys that can run, pass and shoot; they have 7 guys that can run and shoot, and one guy that can pass. I take nothing away from Steve Nash, as he is very good at what he does, but they can't score in the halfcourt if Nash isn't on the floor, and I don't like watching teams that can't score in the halfcourt. And if the rest of the NBA is copying the Suns, well... the Suns are just copying the Don Nelson-coached Mavericks; run to the three-point line, and wait for Nash to pass you the ball. Gag me. And that's all anybody on that team, with the exception of Stoudemire, ever does, run out to the three-point line and wait for Nash to pass them the ball; that's not entertaining to me. I personally think that the three-point shot is the bane of basketball. When I see a team take forty three-point shots in a game (coughwarriorscough), it makes me sick. I take great offense at this. I have been watching basketball for twenty-five years, and I consider myself an adequately knowledgeable basketball fan, so I don't appreciate the implication that the fact that I think that the style that the Suns play has anything to do with a lack of basketball acumen on my part.

You know, even if I didn't like the Spurs, I'd still root for them in this series because... well, fuck the Suns, that's why. I hate their run and shoot style of offense, and never want to see a team that plays like that win anything.

No way; when you're seven feet tall, you have to have a chokeslam in your moveset... that's the rule, right? You know you watch too much wrestling (and may have some mental issues) when you see somebody get dunked on and hope that they powerbomb the dude on the way down...

A which?

Fuck all you guys, I love watching San Antonio. They're not my favorite team, but they're safely in the top five.

So, I should still have this morning to record those? Cool; I was meaning to record Tiger Mask/Estrada and the Super Crazy match from Shorties, but I didn't get around to it before I had to come in to work.

By the way, Clark (since you commented on the finish to my match on Skull Radio), I didn't make that up. I may not have done a good job describing it, but I saw that exact move used as the finish to the WWF Jr. Heavyweight Championship match between Tiger Mask and Jose Estrada on WWE 24/7.

Dude, you have a ringtone that says "Johnny Dangerous?"