Crowe

...you're kidding, right? I feel naked without my @, it's just wrong to see "Crowe" without it.

My reign was far more spectacular.

*waves at everyone* Birthday wishes to all.

Now that's just mean.

Been around a lot longer than you, mate. My presence in chat forks back to the IGN days.

I called it a long time ago, whore.

Thank god.

[email protected] Obviously MSN.

You fucking bastard. Depp is Crow, no arguments.

I mark for Munich's return and the high standard of a Strangler card.

DO AS HIGH PRIEST SAY OR HE'LL SMITE YOU~!

No, it doesn't. What do you think I was doing alllllllllllllllllllllllllllll last night? Anyway, I'm in there now, fucking finally.

Dace = The High Priest Of Comments

FUCKING STUPID FUCKING PHAZENET CUNTS! IT CONNECTS ME EVERYTIME BUT IT SAYS THE SWF CHATROOM DOESN'T EXIST!!!!!1 AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IS ANYONE ELSE HAVING IMMENSE DIFFICULTY GETTING INTO CHAT!?

He's gotten back to me. (Y)

Dustin, get back to me soon. Otherwise I'm banging out a match on my lonesome.

I've only read Landon's match as of yet. Good action and nice finish, mate. Unfortunately, I was unable to write myself, but I think your match does a very nice job. However, realise that if you manage to beat Mike for the title, I'm coming for you. You are a marked boy.

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Ahahahahhahahahahahahaha. Someone's hated. More people come into chat.

...ahahahahahahahahaha. Not bad at all, young man. This gives readers an indication of Insane Luchadore's mindstate and how unstable is really is. I think you might have been a little too blunt and straight forward with the mood swings and think a more subtle approach would be better next time. Your grammar needs a little brush up too. Other than that, this promo does it's job and establishes you have an issue with the Antichrist Superstar. We'll talk soon.

*cracks knuckles* Oh yes.

Cheers for the comments, Kingy. Mmm... about going over-the-top with the hardcore element, I can see what you mean and I think you're right... but I knew Janus was gonna bust out some CRAZY shit and felt that I was obligated to do so as well. If only to keep the playing field at an even level. I'm very glad to hear you liked the salt spot, funnily enough, it was a on the spot inclusion to the match. Glad I threw it in. Cheers, again.

“Fuck!” *SLAM!* “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” ...really, do I need to tell you who’s speaking? “...Why!? Why do you feel the need to scream ‘FUCK’ at the top of your lungs when you get home!?” shouts Jessica, clad in a single towel as she walks into the living area of the Antichrist Superstar household, “Do you want me to assume the position the second you walk through the door!?” “...while that would be lovely,” says Crow, taken off guard by the question, “...and I suggest you do that from now on, that’s not the reason for my screaming. Have a look at this...” Jessica stops drying her hair with a “SWF” towel and takes the piece of paper Markus holds in his hand. She reads casually... “Dear appreciated workers of the SWF... ...I’m pleased to report that Storm went off without a hitch. There were no problems and everything ran very smoothly, so wrestlers and crew, I thank you. Let’s try to get every show like this. The next show on our calendar is Lockdown and the booker for this show is Ted Polak. He apologises for the lateness of the card, but extenuating circumstances unfortunately kept him from completing it on time. Anyway, please arrive at the arena before 3pm as Commissioner Zenon wishes to rally the troops and explain some certain situations.” ...then looks up and says, “What am I supposed to be looking at?” Crow sighs and points to a certain section on the paper. It reads... “After the completion of the USJL title match between Spike Jenkins and Landon Maddix, we will cut to any promos that are on the agenda. Following this will be a... HARDCORE MATCH! Janus vs Crow Rules: None to speak of. ...both men have a substantial amount of history and know each other like the back of their hands – so, it should be a cracker of a match.” “...fuck.” Markus nods his head, “Exactly.” “Well... you’ve got to get the match changed, Mark,” says Jessica while she rubs her forehead. “...ahh.... bloody hell! I don’t want you two to fight, you’re my boyfriend and he’s my brother... I’ve suffered enough already.” Crow is a little surprised at his girl’s response, I mean, it is just one match and he’s sure that’s it just a little friendly competition, “Hey now, ya need to chill, darlin’...” He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, “Terry and I have resolved our differences. All that shit is in the past. Two friends can wrestle a match and still remain friends after.” “But Markus... that’s not my problem. Haven’t you been watching any of the shows?” asks Jessica, but she quickly realises how silly the question actually is, “...right, my mistake. Well, I have been watching the shows... I’ve noticed things about Terrence...” “Noticed things like what?” Jessica is visibly concerned, “I think he’s losing control, Mark... I think that ‘Janus’ is coming back...” Crow stops and stares at Jessica for a moment, “You’re not serious?” “Why would the hell would I lie?” “...I’m not saying that,” weakly replies Mark. “Well, what are you saying?” “I’m just sayin’ that I’ve known the cunt longer than you have...” Crow stutters, he fears Jessica’s reaction, “I know when it’s Terry or when it’s Janus... and I’m not sure if you do.” “He’s my brother. I know him better than you. Don’t argue with me, Markus.” “Fine... fine...” “Anyway, that’s not the point, I want to come to the next show. Maybe if I can speak to him... mayb-” Jessica is cut off. “NO! NO FUCKING WAY!” screams the Antichrist Superstar, “Do you remember what happened last time when Janus got his hands on you!? He SPEARED you! You had bruises all over your stomach and chest!” “...that was an accident.” Crow tries to put his foot down, “I don’t care! You are not coming!” Jessica, however, isn’t going to lie down, “No, you listen to me, Mark! If you don’t get the match changed, I am coming, whether you like it or not. Got it?” “...AAHHH FUCK!” shouts Crow. He gives up and storms out of the room into his study. He sits down at his desk, where a neatly organised and presented computer set up lies. Mark hastily rolls a joint and lights it up as he picks up the phone and dials a familiar number... *ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring* “*cough* Hello?” “Alexander.” “Ahh, Markus... it’s been a long time.” “Indeed it has been, mate.” “Well, how have you been?” asks the SWF Commissioner Alexander Zenon, “How’s your body after the match against Rickmen?” “...I’m sore and have a fuckload of stitches in my gut... but other than that, it’s all good.” “Pft, you’ve taken more than that... Heh, it’s good to hear you’re alright. How’s Jessica, by the way? I haven’t seen her at any of the shows recently...” Crow interrupts, “Zenon, I’m sorry, but this ain’t a social call...” “Oh...” Alex is taken back by this, “Ok, what can I do for you then?” “I trust you’ve seen the card for Lockdown...” “Of course, I am the commissioner of the SWF.” “...” “What?” asks Alex. “Crow versus Janus.” “Yeah, what about it?” “I’m not fucking wrestling Terry again.” “...why not?” asks Zenon with a little more sternness in his voice. “I have my reasons... and I’d rather not discuss them.” “Mark, I’m not going to change the match if you’re not going to reason with me... have you any idea of the hassle?” “Ah fucking hell, man! It’s personal shit! Can’t you just do this for me? For old time’s sake?” “I would like to, but it’s not my card.” “WHAT!? You’re the fucking SWF commissioner! You can change the match if you want!” “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that, it’s Polak’s card and I better have a damn good reason to change it without notifying him.” “Fucking contact him then.” “I can’t,” begins Zenon, trying to hold back a laugh, “He’s judging the world DDR tournament...” “Dammit...” “Yeah sorry, I can’t help you, Markus... and I have to go now. So... I’ll see you at the show. Get some sleep, Mark... Bye...” “Later...” Markus puts the phone down. He pulls out his bong and throws his mull on the table. Within five seconds, the bong has been packed and sunk. He throws rubs his head with his lighter... but then throws the lighter at the wall! “Fuck!”

Ejiro is leaving!? NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't do that! *mourns the loss* Ooh well, you'll be back. They always come back. Always.