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Except pre-fabricated for $40-50 a pop. http://www.ae.com/AE_SectionPage.process?R...ion_Title=Jeans Ha. Are those seriously the only type of jeans American Eagle has?

Some dumb little European sports car zooms down the road, with electronica or some shit blaring from the speakers. Its occupants being some European bastard who smells of cheese, and Manson who smells of stale liquor. Manson asks for a cellphone and the European hesitantly obliges, only cringing as Manson dials a ridiculously long number. "Hello?" says the faint, but familiar voice of Arch Griffon. "Where the fuck are you?!" "The US." "The fuck?! Why?" "Got into a fight. Flesher said it was to 'avoid incident.'" "I didn't know... Everytime I asked that bastard, or Peters, or whoever is in charge, they didn't say shit!" "They just told me to get on a plane and my stuff would get here eventually. They were probably scared of how you'd..." "Fuck!" "...react..." "But you're gonna get it worked out soon, right?" "...they said they're currently re-evaluating my contract as a res--" "FUCK!!" screams Manson, throwing the cellphone out the window. The car comes to a screeching halt and Manson comically stumbles out on the roadside moments later, before walking into the sunset with a tear dripping down his cheek as he sticks out his thumb once more. Fin. ---------- That's where he is, so there.

I think Steamboat is a possibility.

We're all forgetting about Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within, which is probably a good thing. Anyway, Street Fighter has Ming Na Wen and Kylie Minogue, but MK has Talisa Soto and Bridgette Wilson, so I don't know. Street Fighter's comedy factor is a good point, though, so I'll choose that.

Yeah, but I'd think you would have to live the lifestyle. It's like the meat heavy 'caveman diet' people bring up, but neglect the fact that they had to run around after their food and battle with it.

Don't take this as absolute, as I'm only speculating, but your case is probably the odd one to them. I think it's felt that *most* gamers who have a GC also have a PS2 or an XBox, at the very least. Once the GC dropped in price, it became more affordable to have two systems. They probably feel that people only bought GCs for the first party games, and nothing else. Then when more and more third party companies dropped out, this notion became self-fulfilling. That's taking it at best, however. Other companies probably are just looking at sales numbers and specs, or the GC's odd disc format, or the misconception that GC is just 'for the kids,' and deciding not to produce games for it based on that. I don't like it anymore than you do, but face it, it still costs time, manpower and money to adapt games to each system, all of which can be spent on the next big project. They just don't have confidence that whatever amount they sell on the GC will be able to recoup the expenses and investment put into the system. Make sure that's Budokai 3, since it's the only good one of the bunch, while the first two are plain mediocre. And don't forget Super Smash Brothers Melee.

I want a pink tuxedo shirt for my excursions to the bar.

But mine is better than everyone's. Except for Kotz.

I thought you already came. Was that just a premature coming?

Pacific Northwest, maybe Canada in Vancouver or somewhere in Alberta, or because I enjoy it too much here, a plot of land in the foothills or the outskirts of the suburbs/metro area.

I should cut a promo and fuck up all this family friendly shit.

I have other nicknames now! Not to mention Tommy Gunn was nearly four years ago, and lasted for, at most, two weeks. So stop referring to me as such, even in passing, mostly because it bugs me. By the way, Raynor, if it's not because it was late, I'd appreciate comments about why my match lost.

I only have two pairs of shoes I wear, a generic pair of black boots and an old pair of Nike track shoes. Also a pair of black Lugz boots, but those are basically done for. I should get around to buying some new shoes. During the year I'll wear jeans, cargoes, track or basketball pants, with shorts variations of each during the summer. Up top it's a t-shirt, jersey, hooded sweatshirt, or a t-shirt and open flannel/dress shirt layering thing. Many of my clothes are black or blue and cheap. My only vices are the jerseys, or the occasional pair of JNCOs.

No.

Fucking Buddy Lembeck. ----- At Copenhagen's Parken Stadium, the fans all muttering amongst themselves and awaiting the first match of the night, as Longdogger Pete and Sucide King welcome us back. "Welcome back to SmarkDown, where of course, we have a big night in store. Later tonight the SWF World Heavyweight and Cruiserweight Championships will be defended, but right now the team of JJ Johnson and SWF International Champion Jay Hawke will take on Manson and Arch Griffon!" "Griffon and Manson proved to still be a formidable team on Lockdown by defeating Randy Myers, who hates the crowd, and Ghost Machine, who is assuredly not a robot, but now the difficulty is raised a few notches in Johnson and Jay Hawke." "Well, if they win here, you have to believe that the office will begin to take into consideration another match versus Wild and Dangerous," LDP speculates. "It won't be an easy task… considering each has had issues with Hawke, during which he came out better for it, and the last time we had a match up where these teams were on opposite sides of the ring, Hawke, Johnson and his former Revolution Zero mate Scott Pretzler took Manson, Griffon, and their partner Ejiro Fasaki down," says King, as we go over to the stage. It's then that "Learning to Fly" by Pink Floyd hits, the lights alternately flashing red and white. The fans begin booing instinctively as Jay Hawke walks out amidst a shower of sparks flowing down from atop the SmarkTron, decked out in his classic purple and black robe, with JJ Johnson following behind him with arms stretched to his sides, in a Canadian maple leaf themed robe of his own. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Funyon begins, "the following is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and thirty four pounds… J J JOOOHHNNSOONN AND THE SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION JAAAAY HAAAAAAWKE!" Spotlights shine on the two as they make their way down to the ring, and Hawke heads up the steps, followed Johnson, who flicks the hood of his robe off. The two stand on the apron, white sparks firing out of the posts, as they undo their robes and hand them to a pair of ring attendants, along with Hawke's International Title. Entering the ring, each takes a turnbuckle and with Hawke raising his hands above his head, and Johnson with his arms to his sides, the crowd boos them again. Each head down, and Referee Willie Aames gives them the standard once over, looking for weapons. That's when the house lights dim and Arch Enemy's "We Will Rise" hits, complete with multi-colored strobes pulsing and flashing in time with the music, when just as the lyrics begin... *BOOM!* A burst of pyro explodes from the stage and Manson emerges, immediately throwing up the horns to a massive pop from the crowd. Arch Griffon silently follows behind him, and both head down to the ring, determined and focused on the task at hand. "And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and forty two pounds… MMMAAAAANNNSOONNNNN AND AAAAARRRRCH GRRRIIIIFFOONNNN!" Arch and Manson slide underneath the bottom rope, and as Funyon exits the ring, Aames quickly interjects himself between the two teams. Backing into their corner, Manson and Griffon are also checked out by Aames, and seeing that everything is okay, he calls for the bell. ::DING DING!:: Johnson steps outside the ring, as Manson and Griffon debate who wrestles first, and Manson eventually lets Griffon have Hawke. Hawke hesitates a bit before locking up with Griffon, and straining with all his might, it does no good as Griffon powers him down and throws him across the ring! Hawke comes to a stand in the upper right corner, and Griffon goes after him with a right hand. He connects, and goes for a left, connecting with that one also, and next lands another right, but after lining up and going for a haymaker, Hawke avoids it. He reverses Griffon, landing a rapid series of rights, and grabs him for an Irish whip across the ring, but Griffon turns the tables on that and sends Hawke hard into the opposite corner! Hawke walks out and Griffon lifts him up high into the air, tossing him overhead with a back body drop! Hawke hits the mat with a thud, but is immediately up to his knees. He frantically crawls over to Johnson and tags him in. Johnson enters, but begs off of Griffon and points at Manson, calling for him to get into the ring. Griffon looks back at Manson, who thrusts out his hand, and Griffon then backs away from Johnson and slaps hands with his partner. "Hawke tags in Johnson, not wanting any of Griffon!" "And Johnson wants Manson in the ring.. Perhaps he thinks it would be an easier match up." "I'm not so sure of that being the case." Manson enters the ring and the two face off, with Johnson going low and grabbing on to Manson's leg, but Manson hammers him with overhead forearms to the back, freeing himself from Johnson's grasp. Both stand and choose to lock up, and Manson backs Johnson down, but Johnson trips Manson up, with the two still locked. Johnson begins driving knees down into Manson's ribs, and Manson breaks the hold, rolling away from Johsnon. He gets to his feet as Johnson closes near, and Manson hits a knee to the stomach. Following that, he brings Johnson up and rears back, striking Johnson with a chop across the chest! Johnson staggers back, and Manson closes in with another knee to the stomach, taking Johnson down to a knee. Manson takes a number of steps back, then goes forward looking for a charging knee to the face, but Johnson gets his hands up and blocks, throwing away the leg of Manson and quickly coming to a stand. Manson recovers and goes for a clothesline, but Johnson ducks and takes his leg up, catching Manson with a high roundhouse to the side of the head! Manson goes down and Johnson goes for a cover. "Johnson catches Manson with a roundhouse to the head!" "ONE!" But Manson kicks out! Johnson pulls Manson up with him and nails a forearm to the face, knocking Manson back a step, and then hitting another, driving him back into the near camera side ropes. He grabs Manson by the wrist and whips him across the ring, with no resistance from Manson. Johnson waits in the center of the ring, but Manson comes back and takes him off his feet with a dropkick to the knee! Johnson bangs off the canvas face first, and Manson quickly follows up with a knee drop to the back of the head! He then rolls Johnson over and Aames counts. "Low dropkick to the knees of Johnson, with a knee drop to the back of his head!" "ONE!" But, likewise, Johnson also kicks out! Manson gets to his feet and waits for Johnson to get to his, and as he does so, Manson heads for the ropes on the righthand side, looking to gain some steam, but Hawke puts a premature stop to that with a knee to the back, to the boos of the fans. Manson stumbles, but quickly recovers, turns and knocks Hawke down off the apron! Manson directs a wad of spit at Hawke on the outside, but as he turns around, he's caught with a clothesline by Johnson, taking him down! Johnson waits for Manson as he begins to pull himself up in the corner with the assistance of the ropes, then runs, jumps and hits Manson with a jumping knee to the face! Manson goes collapses out of the corner, with Johnson going for another cover. "Running knee by Johnson!" "Manson let himself get distracted by Hawke and it costed him." "ONE!" "T--" But again, Manson gets out of it! Johnson brings Manson up while in the heel corner, and Hawke climbs back onto the apron, begging for a tag while still brushing off his face. Johnson hesitates, but finally relents, leaving Manson to the self professed Dean of Professional Wrestling. "And now Hawke wants to dish some damage out to Manson!" "In retaliation, no doubt, after Manson spit at him for no reason." "Yeah, no reason except Hawke taking a cheap shot at him." Hawke picks up the attack, pulling his arm back and striking Manson with a chop across the chest. He hits another chop, and Manson rallies back with a right hand, a left, and another right, but Hawke nails a kick to the stomach. Hawke grabs and whips Manson across the ring, to the far camera side ropes, and Manson bounces off. Hawke takes him down with a shoulderblock, and with Manson staying low to the ground, Hawke takes a bounce off the right hand side ropes, and leaps over Manson. Manson comes up and charges at Hawke, as Jay comes off the left hand ropes. Manson goes for a clothesline, but Hawke rolls under it. Manson keeps going, bouncing off the right hand side ropes and picking up steam in the process, as Hawke comes up to his feet. Suddenly, Manson makes a jump and takes Hawke off his feet with a jumping forearm! "Manson with a flying forearm!" shouts Pete. Hawke comes back up, as does Manson, who takes a run forward and knocks Hawke down with a clothesline. Hawke again stands, and Manson takes him down with another. Hawke comes up a bit slower and in a daze, and Manson sets him up in a standing headscissors. However, as Manson grabs him around the waist and lifts for a powerbomb, Hawke takes the momentum, rolls over Manson's back and grabs his legs, taking him down with a sunset flip! "Hawke with a reversal!" "ONE!" "TWO!" "THR--" KICKOUT! "And honestly, Manson shouldn't have tried it," surmises King. Manson and Hawke each get to their feet, with Hawke hitting a kick to the stomach, doubling Manson over. Hawke brings him back up, then comes forward with a chop, knocking Manson back a step. He follows that up with a hard forearm to the face, forcing Manson back into the right hand side ropes, then thrusts his arm upward, catching Manson with a European uppercut, rocking Manson's head back. Hawke grabs him around the wrist and whips him across the ring. As Manson comes back, Hawke rushes forward and catches him with the knee to the stomach, and Manson flies up and over the knee, landing on his spine. "And a knee to the gut by Hawke!" Hawke grabs Manson by his long black hair, and rolling him over onto his knees, Hawke holds his head down and hits a series of shin kicks to the forehead of Manson. Hawke releases him, and Manson rolls away from Hawke, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand, and trying to shake it off. Manson again gets to his knees, and as Hawke closes in, Manson hits an elbow to the stomach. Hawke doubles over and after Manson comes to a stand, he grabs Hawke and whips him across the ring, but Hawke reverses, sending Manson to the lower left corner. Manson smacks against the turnbuckle, but as Hawke charges in after him, Manson hits a back elbow to the jaw. Manson hops up to the second rope and comes off as Hawke stands back up, going for a dropkick, but Hawke nonchalantly swats him out of the way and Manson hits the mat! "It looked for a moment as if Manson could rally back, but Hawke snuffs that out rather quickly." "It goes to show that if you make a mistake against Hawke, he'll make you pay, and that's why he's our International Champion." Manson rolls on the mat, attempting to get up after the blown second rope dropkick and being patiently waited on by Hawke. As soon as Manson stands, Hawke charges and takes Manson down with a shoulderblock. With Manson on his knees, Hawke continues toward the left hand side ropes and jumps, springing off as Manson gets to his feet. Hawke extends his arm for a lariat, but Manson nails a kick to Hawke's gut on the way down! Hawke drops to his knees, then after standing, Manson steps toward him, turning three-hundred and sixty degrees, looking for a rolling elbow, but Hawke avoids it. Hawke wraps his arm around Manson's head, clenching in a front facelock and preparing for a DDT, but Manson wraps his arms around Hawke's waist, lifts him up and plants him with a northern lights suplex! Aames makes a count. "NORTHERN LIGHTS!" "ONE!" "TWO!" KICKOUT BY HAWKE! Manson stands, picking Hawke up with him, bending him over and hooking him by the arm. He knees Hawke in the gut again and again, before tossing Hawke over towards his corner with a beel. Hawke hits the mat, and rolls into the corner, where Manson tags in Griffon! With Hawke against the bottom rope, Manson and Griffon each go to town with mudhole stomps, utilizing the full five count to their advantage before Manson exits the ring. "Griffon is back in!" "Manson wasn't in much danger yet, but any longer and he very well could have been." Griffon pulls Hawke up out of the corner by the hand, and delivers a boot to the stomach. Keeping him in his grasp, Griffon sends him across the ring with a whip to the near camera side ropes. Hawke bounces off, and Griffon catches him as he comes back, tossing him high into the air and letting him crash to the mat below with a gorilla press. Hawke grabs his abdominals and begins crawling toward his corner, but Griffon doesn't let him get away this time, as he kicks Hawke in the temple. With his opponent on his hands and knees, Griffon hammers Hawke with a forearm to the upper back, forcing Hawke back down. He continues trying to get to his corner, but again Arch puts a stop to him, this time puling him back up by his tights and wrapping his arms around Hawke's waist from behind. Griffon easily lifts Hawke up and flings him back, sending him to the mat with a big German suplex! Hawke tumbles end over end and crashes into the ropes near Manson, who directs him back toward Griffon with a kick to the head. Griffon picks Hawke up and whips him toward the right hand side ropes. Griffon goes for a clothesline, but Hawke ducks under it and grabs Griffon's head on the way down, putting a temporary stop to the big man with a neckbreaker! Griffon grabs his neck, but is already on his way back up, as Hawke crawls toward his corner. Griffon stands and heads toward Hawke, but Hawke makes the tag! "Griffon took a lot out of Hawke or the short time they were in there together, but we'll see now if Johnson fares any better." Arch continues lumbering toward his opponent's corner, and he breaks into a run, going after the two. Johnson is able to side step Griffon, but it appears his target was Hawke, as Griffon swats at him as he drops off the apron. Griffon points at Hawke, warning him what will happen the next time he steps in with him, and turns back around toward Johnson, who shoves Griffon into the corner. Johnson closes in for an attack, but as he does so, Griffon just grabs him around the throat and lifts him up into the air. Griffon grits his teeth, his eyes bulging as he holds Johnson up, but Johnson fights back with wild punches to Griffon's mug. Griffon releases Johnson, and Johnson drops low, hitting Griffon with a dropkick to the knees. Johnson backs up a number of steps and charges at Griffon, but Arch just rises up and clotheslines Johnson out of his boots! He goes for a cover. "HUGE lariat by Arch!" "ONE!" "TWOOO!" Johnson gets a shoulder up at two! Griffon pulls Johnson up, but JJ swats him away and hits a rapid flurry of low roundhouse kicks at Griffon's right knee. Griffon goes down to a knee, and this time Johnson simply knees him in the face, knocking him down on his back. Johnson grabs Arch by the foot and pulls his leg up, and gives him a number of kicks to the back of the leg, then somersaults forward with his hands still on Griffon's ankle, attempting to twist the knee. Griffon lets out a yelp, as Johnson scissors the leg and lays down, holding it perpendicular to the other. "Griffon is in big trouble now, as Johnson locks him up with a cross kneebreaker!" Johnson repeatedly twists the leg of Griffon, each time out causing him to scream in pain. He slaps his hand on the canvas as Aames checks on him, asking if he wants to give, but of course Griffon doesn't relent. And neither does Johnson, as he applies more pressure on Griffon. His partner's face buried in his hands, visibly in pain, Manson has enough as he jumps into the ring and hits a sliding dropkick to Johnson's head. Johnson lets go, and as Aames attempts to get Manson out of the ring, Hawke switches places with JJ, slapping his hands together to mimic a tag. Manson exits, and conveniently Aames doesn't give Hawke a second thought. As Griffon attempts to get up to his feet, Hawke forces him back down to the mat with a faceslam into the hard canvas. "Yeah, I'll say Griffon is in trouble, as once again Manson's anger and impulsiveness costs the team," King says. Griffon grabs his nose as Hawke grabs him by the right ankle, and placing a foot into the back of the knee, drives his knee down into the mat. Griffon's attentions again shift to his knee, as he goes to grab it, but Hawke doesn't give up as he grabs the leg once more and drives it into the mat again. Griffon continues to grab his knee, as he begins to get up to his feet, but Hawke does nothing as Johnson tells him not to let him up… well, not so much tells, since he can't really talk, but you get the point. In any case, as Griffon gets to his feet, Hawke takes his opportunity, placing Griffon in a front facelock and quickly dropping to the mat with a quick, but effective DDT. Griffon bounces off the mat and rolls over onto his back, and Hawke goes for a cover. "DDT BY HAWKE!" "ONE!!" "TWO!!!" "TH--" KICKOUT! Still with plenty of reserve left, Griffon pumps his fist, with Manson stamping on the apron, trying to get the fans behind him, but Hawke doesn't allow it as he quickly rolls Griffon over, and holding the leg in place with his own, and applying a crossface, hooks on the STF! Griffon screams and claws for the ropes, as Johnson smirks in approval. Manson gets more and more agitated on the outside, but Griffon gives up heading for the ropes, and instead uses his pure size and strength to break apart Hawke's hands. Free from Hawke's hold, Griffon attempts to head for the ropes again, and closer and closer he goes, before finally grabbing on. Hawke uses the full five count and more, before Aames forcefully breaks his hold on Griffon. Hawke slaps the mat before walking over and tagging in Johnson, who comes in and picks up where Hawke left off. "Griffon breaks the STF Hawke had on him, but he isn't out of the woods yet!" Johnson immediately grabs Arch by the leg and pulls him off the ropes. Taking Griffon by the lower leg, Johnson attempts to lift him up and turn him over for a single leg crab, but Griffon counters that by kicking Johnson off and away from him. Johnson hits the mat and stands back up, as Griffon gets up on all fours and pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Johnson rushes Griffon and grabs him by his bum leg, but as Griffon hops on one leg, he jumps and goes for an enziguiri… and it's ducked by Johnson! He's finally able to apply a single leg crab, as Manson's head perks up and he heads into the ring, frustrated and ready to get back in. With Aames checking in on Griffon, Manson charges forward and blasts Johnson in the face with his knee! Manson ducks out of the ring before Aames can force him out, as Johnson each head for their respective corners. "Manson absolutely rearranges Triple J's face with that knee!" "As if he weren't homely enough already," adds King. With the crowd behind Griffon, led by Manson, Griffon very nearly reaches him… but Johnson also reaches Hawke! Hawke receives the tag first and enters the ring, intent on stopping Griffon from getting to Manson, but it's too late as Griffon makes a dive for Manson and connects! Manson enters and heads for Hawke, knocking him down with a clothesline, before heading for Johnson and knocking him off the apron. "MANSON IS IN! HE'S IN!" "Oh, YAY!" says King, sarcastically. Hawke stands back up and Manson turns, heading back after him, but Hawke is the first on the attack as he hits Manson with the kick to the stomach. Hawke grabs hold and whips him toward the right hand side ropes, and as he comes back, Hawke goes for the clothesline, but Manson ducks under it and grabs Hawke with a behind waistlock! Manson grunts and hoists Hawke up, dropping him with a German suplex, but he doesn't let go as he lifts Hawke up again. Manson drops Hawke with another German, and still he doesn't let go, lifting him up and planting him with a third, dropping him on the back of his head! Manson releases Hawke, and shrugs his shoulders, as blows two nostrils full of snot down at Hawke and heads out to the apron. "Manson with triple German suplexes!" shouts LDP. "…and the snot rocket afterwards," King says queasily. Manson ascends to the top as the crowd concurrently rises to its feet, but once Manson reaches the peak and nearly lifts off for his top rope elbow, Johnson jumps up onto the apron and pushes him off! Manson collides with the mat as Hawke begins coming to. "That oughta teach him," says King, clearly pleased by Manson wiping out. Johnson enters the ring, intent on revenge, but so does Griffon as he limps across the ring and clotheslines Johnson over the top rope! Both Arch and Johnson crash on the outside in a heap, as Manson and Hawke each get to their feet. They rush forward throwing a barrage of fists, with Manson gaining the immediate advantage. He grabs Hawke for a whip across the ring toward the right hand side ropes, and after seeing him off, Manson backs into the ropes himself. Meeting in the center of the ring, Manson goes for the Western Lariat, but misses and spins out of control. Thankfully, however, he's able to come back around with the rolling elbow straight to Hawke's jaw! Jay Hawke goes down, and Manson goes for a cover. "ROLLING ELBOW! HE HIT THE ROLLING ELBOW!" "ONE!" "TWOOO!" "THRE--!!!!" "Hawke gets a shoulder up before three!!" shouts Pete. With Johnson and Griffon on the outside exchanging punches, Manson mutters a series of curses to himself, as he pulls Hawke up off the mat. He hits a chop to the chest, driving Hawke back, following that up with a right hand. He turns his back to Hawke and reaches back for his head, looking for the Consequences, but Hawke reaches out and grabs the ropes! Manson misses the Consequences and hits the mat, slamming the back of his head against the canvas, and Hawke waits for him to stand back up. Lurking silently behind him, Hawke grabs Manson as he stands back up, hooking the arm and wrapping him around the front of his face, locking on the crossface chickenwing! But before Hawke can take him down to the mat, Manson runs backward, smashing Hawke against the upper right turnbuckle! "Manson misses the Consequences, and Hawke manages to nearly lock on the Wing Span, but Manson manages to break it up!" Hawke stumbles out of the corner, and Manson picks Hawke up into a scoop, then wraps his arms around Hawke's waist. With Hawke set up, Manson drops down and spikes Hawke with the inverted piledriver!! He then goes for the pin and Aames coutns! "M-DRILLER! M-DRILLER!" "ONE!!" Johnson tries to get into the ring to break up the pin… "BREAK IT UP, DAMN YOU!" King shouts at Johnson. "TWOO!!!!" But Griffon grabs his foot and puts a stop to him! "THREEEE!!!!!" ::DING DING!:: "Manson picks up a big win after hitting the M-Driller!" "We Will Rise" hits, the crowd in a frenzy as Manson picks up the win. Aames raises Manson's hand as Griffon slides in. Manson and Griffon celebrate the win, but as Hawke begins stirring, grabbing his head, Johnson slides into the ring and, taking Manson from behind, Johnson throws him outside the ring! "WHAT THE HELL!" shouts Pete. Figuring out what's happened, Griffon gets his bearings and wraps his hands around Johnson's throat and begins literally choking the life out of him, but Johnson kicks him between the legs! Griffon releases Johnson in pain, as Hawke comes to and chop blocks Griffon! Griffon goes down and Hawke and Johnson begin stomping and kicking Griffon, focusing in on his leg. "Damnit, they picked up the win, but Johnson and Hawke couldn't take it!" However, before Hawke and JJ can get in a groove, on the outside Manson picks up a steel chair and slides in, intent on wrecking someone's shit, and Hawke and Johnson escape before Manson can get to them! Griffon grabs his knee as Manson stands between them and Griffon, as Aames checks on him… "There's no telling what damage these two may have caused!" "And I love them for it. These two need to be taken down a notch, in my mind," says King, as Manson continues staring a hole through Hawke and Johnson as they head up the ramp.

Oh, fuck, I bet people are gonna love this in that annoying 'so bad it's good' Snitsky way.

I'm sorry, but speaking purely from a visuals standpoint, Depp's look as Wonka is just awful.

I still dunno where that bastard is.

I was being facetious, but thank you.

And I mean that.

North Dakota goes wild for drying paint, for crying out loud.

You guys are lazy jerks.

I want Heyman placed in charge of OVW, just because it'll piss Cornette off immensely and make way for some great comments.

Munich seems to be MIA, trapped in a well, or something. I haven't actually seen nor spoken to him in quite a while. I'll still write, but if he doesn't show up between now and the show, you know... stop booking him and stuff.

Rhyno was released weeks before ONS, and was then brought back solely for the show.