Above Average

I don't know what to say, except that I wish you and your family the best in dealing with this passing.

I pretty much got the comments from Tom that I was expecting, but I'd like to hear what you guys think. I believe this was a really good match, but I ran into time issues. You can clearly see where. I had championships Wed through Friday (check my school website to laugh at the black kid playing tennis) but didn't do more than the opening and planning my spots on Saturday. If I had done more I could have reasonably gotten this finished. I cut out like five or six involved spots leading up to the finish and rushed through to get it in. I'm more dissapointed that I didn't finish the match properly than that I lost. So I think I'll finish it up, edit it and possibly post it in this thread. I wonder if anyone sees the main internal storyline... it's based on a idiom about money of all things. ====== Fade in… The disembodied voices of Longdogger Pete and the Suicide King come forth… “Here we are, finally!” King exults. “The last match of the night!” “This has been a long time coming—ever since Toxxic and Revolution zero attacked Mak Francis with a steel chair at Clusterfuck! The Revolution may have different members, but the leader is still the same.” “That’s right!” King says. “Nothing has changed. Mak Francis is still not championship material and Toxxic is still the real future of this business!” “This bid’ness has many promising stars, King, but it’s a rare match we’re about to see here. A challenger who rose through the JL and many pegged at his bumping to become a World champion all those years ago, versus a champion who entered the SWF, the first of the new recruits that was thrown into the deep water and made himself into a star!” The camera shifts from the crowd towards the ring, where Funyon stands. “First time ever!” Pete adds. “The challenger, Mak Francis, versus the champion, Toxxic, in a battle that could have no bigger battlefield, than the Alamodome, right here in San Antonio, Texas! The SWF Battleground Main Event!” “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Funyons bellows, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT for the Smarks Wrestling Federation WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!” “SO DO YOU WANNA BE A FRANCHISE!” “AND LIVE LARGE!” “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” “A BIG HOUSE… FIVE CARS… THE RENT CHARGE!” The SmarkTron explodes to life with a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis, which is followed by ‘The Franchise’ in large green lettering, flashing on the screen in time with the beat. “Comin up in the world… Don't trust nobody—gotta look over your shoulder constantly!" As the opening lyrics from Rock Superstar by Cypress Hill, slightly altered of course, blare over the PA system and as the self proclaimed franchise makes his way through the curtain the crowd raises its’ cheering to a new level! The lights come back up and Francis nods his head to the beat, ice blue Oakley’s reflecting the multi-colored explosion of lights. Mak steps forward tilting his shades down on the bridge of his nose, before looking left and then right… “I remember the days, when I was a young kid grownin’ up… Lookin’ in the mirror dreamin’ about blowin’ up!” *FWISH-BOOM!* *FWISH-BOOM!* *FWISH-BOOM!* *FWIIIIIIIIIISH-BOOOOOOOOOOM!* A burst of fireworks erupt from the Battleground set, even causing a battle worn helicopter’s propellers to spin, as if coming from some of the cannons sprinkled along the set. “Introducing first the challenger,” Funyon says, “Making his way to the ring—from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds! He is one the true “FRANCHISE”… MAK FRAAAAAAAAAAAANCISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” The Franchise’s trench coat billows behind him as he comes down the walkway, sliding under the bottom rope and popping to his feet, a serious smirk across his face as he thrusts both fists into the air, walking around with a swagger that only the Franchise can. Hopping up onto the nearest turnbuckle, Mak looks on as waves of flashes go off around him. He can feel something in the air, as he tosses his coat and shades to the attendant. Something special. It’s the Main Event; a scene tailor made for him to prove exactly what should have happened at Clusterfuck… 'PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG' “BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” As the opening chord of 'Rookie' by Boy Sets Fire crashes out over the arena, the Smarktron screen shows the familiar slogan while it flashes up one word at a time in jagged white letters. “And his OPPONENT!” says Funyon noting the audiences unbelievable boos before he even mentions the World champions name, let alone actually sees him. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” As the guitar riff starts the black screen shifts and becomes the top of a spiky-haired head that raises and stares out with piercing grey eyes before a lopsided grin creases the right-hand side of Toxxic's face. The bass drum starts and clips of his matches flash up - the All-Show Brawl with the Insane Luchador, the infamous Glass Jawbreaker on Aecas, dropping Nathaniel Kibagami on his head with the Caffeine Bomb and the Super Intoxxication that won him the World Title - before moving onto footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the four blasts of red pyro that come towards the entrance- *BAM-BAM-BAM-bap* -before a final explosion forces the decrepit houses set-up off to the side to become engulfed in flames, as the main riff starts- *BOOOOOOM!!* -signifying the arrival of the SWF's premier straight-edger! Toxxic strides through the curtain, pausing for only a second to look at the burned Battleground, making his way down to the ring, as the fans boo the hell out of him. “From Nottingham, England;” the crowd ‘boos’, “weighing in tonight at two hundred and eight-teen pounds!” The next thing he says only gets them more riled up. “He is the leader of Revolution Zero and the reigning and defending SWF WORLD Heavyweight Champion; he is the ‘Straight-Edge Sensation’… TOXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” He can feel his opponent’s eyes on him, as Toxxic rolls into the ring and stands in the centre for a moment or two. Then just as the first verse is about to begin he throws his arms wide, palms down, and each turnbuckle explodes with more red pyro! *BAP-BAP* *BOOOM!!* 'I never thought this could be me, I guess you never do until it's happening to you Like all the fun turns into shame And all the 'could-have-beens' rearrange...' Toxxic takes off his shirt and throws it to the outside, noticeably missing Jet who would normally catch the straight-edgers garment. This match is going to be straight up, one on one, and he knows he’s in for a fight as he stares into his opponents eyes. He smiles. This guy excels on pay-per-view and Toxxic knows that putting him down, means no more of those chants… “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* He’ll miss them. The announce team of Pete and the Suicide King watch the scene; nothing left to say. The staredown speaks for itself. One mans inferiority complex, versus one mans desire to prove them all wrong. So close that they seem the same, but there is one significant difference… …one has the World title and the other does not. *Ding! Ding! Ding!* “There’s the bell!” King shouts, as senior referee Mark Hebner signals for the bell, waving his hand three times. Hebner loops around the scene on the periphery, as Mak and Toxxic turn the circle, looking for an opening and finding none, crash together in a collar and elbow tie-up! They briefly stress and strain against each other until the Franchise slips behind, breaking the hold and shoots a back waistlock. Toxxic preps himself for a German suplex, knowing full-well that he can back flip through, but Mak surprises him by falling to his knees and into a double leg takedown! Toxxic hits the mat face first and Mak grabs an amateur waistlock, riding Toxxic as he struggles on the mat. Toxxic finally settles down, trying to think his way out of the hold, but Francis uses the rear gut-wrench, rolling to his side, to place the straight-edger’s shoulders and neck on the mat in a pin! Hebner drops to count… ONE! TWO—No! Only a quick one count for the Franchise, as Toxxic slides off his shoulders. They are now back where they started and Toxxic begins to move somewhat, trying to get into a countering position, when Mak ducks to the other side and rolls Toxx onto his shoulders once again! Hebner already checking the champion’s shoulders drops begins the count again… ONE! TWO—No! Toxxic scowls on the mat, as he rolls back out of the quick pin. “Is Mak trying to piss the champion off?” King questions of Pete, as Francis spins on top of the Hot commodity and lands in a front headlock, sandbagging to place all his weight on the neck of the former champ. “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* The chants start up again, as Mak holds on to the front headlock, trying to wear down the neck of his opponent. “I wouldn’t say that…” Pete responds, “not officially anyway, but Toxxic is at a distinct disadvantage on the mat with Mak. Though he has improved a great deal, it’s not too much of a reach that Francis is superior to the World champion, in that skill. These hold and maneuvers are ingrained in Mak’s system while Toxxic still seems like he’s trying to remember what to do.” Mak continues to ride Toxx, a pronounced smirk on his features now. “Well, okay, I guess he is giving him the Junior League jobber treatment.” Toxxic though, is moving in the hold and finally gets Mak’s arm, swinging out from underneath him and into a hammerlock! “Toxxic isn’t the person to do that with and he just proved why!” King says triumphantly. “Of course, nobody is a technical wizard like Mak Francis, but damnit, sometimes even the best of us get countered.” King adds, sarcasms dripping from his voice. “Rip his arm off, Toxx!” As if hearing the Suicide King from ringside, Toxxic wrenches at the hammerlock, pinning it to Francis’ back. Then, he follows up by standing slightly and driving his knee repeatedly into the pinioned limb! Mak grimaces in pain, but sits out, getting of his belly and stopping the wave of repeated drops to his targeted wing. Some of the pressure off, Mak gets to a knee and fires off a back elbow to the rib cage. A second to the face finds its’ mark and breaks the hold sending Toxxic back a step. The Franchise doesn’t let him get too far away; grabbing him and sending him back down to the canvas with a fireman’s carry takedown! Mak extends the left arm and then Francis, kneeling, attempts to bar the left arm of his opponent. Getting no where fast, Mak scissors his legs around the arm and sits back! “Short arm scissors by the Franchise and his plan of attack will not be changing tonight. Mak always has had a consistent game plan of maintaining arm control and work the limb over.” Pete notes, as Hebner checks the hold and the shoulders of Toxxic. “The only difference is who his opponent is.” “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* Toxxic sits in the hold, thinking things through as the chants come back again full force. Toxx gets his legs underneath him and rocks forward slightly, shifting his weigh. Time to silence the peons… “And that’s the World Heavyweight champion, Deputy Dog!” King says, as Toxxic rolls backwards pinning Mak Francis’ shoulders to the mat. “He gets the win, no matter who his opponent is!” His arm may still be locked up, but the straight-edger is either getting released or getting the win. Hebner darts around to check Mak’s shoulder and counts… ONE! TWO! TH—No! Toxxic feels an unexpected tug on his arm, as Francis forward rolls off his shoulders and right back into the short arm-scissors! “First two count of the match and a quick one at that, as Toxxic counters the short arm-scissors, but Mak answers right back!” Pete notes, as the straight-edger blinks and then quickly repeats the same process, sure that he’ll be able to keep Mak on his back this time! Francis must have just caught him unawares. Hebner darts around to check Mak’s shoulder again and counts… ONE! TWO—No! The straight-edger feels that same tug once again, quicker this time and lands right back on his back! “Not even a two count that time.” Pete says, as Toxxic sits slightly miffed on the mat, running through counters in his head, while Hebner pesters him about his shoulder. He won’t get pinned by this hold. “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* “Toxxic is just setting him up. Watch—I’m sure he had another counter in mind well before Mak even reversed his roll-up.” King says and suddenly another counter comes to mind as the Hot Commodity shifts his weight yet again, not quite sure if he can pull this off, but it’s worth a try… “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* …Toxxic stacks Francis on his back, but Mak instinctively raises a shoulder, so the straight-edger continues lifting the two hundred and forty pounds Francis up into the air, with one arm! Hebner waves his hands, eyes going wide, as even the crowd shuts up seeing this counter. “What strength shown by the champion!” Pete shouts, as Toxxic picks Mak up for a one armed Powerbomb – but the Franchise is well aware of this counter as well, releasing Toxxic’s arm at the apex of the hold and sliding down the six footers back, pulling at his thighs and yanking him into a sunset flip roll up! Hebner falls to make a count – but even before he can slap the mat, Toxxic rolls through and drives both his feet directly into the face of the Franchise! Mak falls back holding his face, as Toxxic sits up and nods his head. “I think the soles of Toxxic’s boots hit Mak so hard that his fat, ugly mama felt it back in Philadelphia!” “Toxxic does throw one of the meanest basement dropkicks in this bid’ness, King.” Pete adds, backing up King’s sentiment with a little more grace. Mak sits up and gets to his hands and knees, slightly stunned by the World champion’s dropkick, only to receive another double booted assault, this time to the side of the head! “And I’ll bet that boot knocked him back to the Junior Leagues!” Pete just shakes his head, as Francis pushes himself up yet again and Toxxic can’t seem to wait, so he bends down and picks up Mak, measuring him and then- *WHAM!* -blasts Francis with a forearm uppercut! The Hot Commodity shakes out his arm, still a little numb from the short arm-scissors, after the brutal European uppercut to the Franchise, who stumbles away. Toxxic quickly follows behind him, turning him around, but Mak fires off a toe kick, effectively winding his opponent before answering back- *Smack!* “WHOOOOOOOO!” -Nailing Toxx with a knife-edge chop! The crowd begins to rally behind the Franchise with “WHOOO’S!” as he once again- *Smack!* “WHOOOOOOOO!” -Plasters the Revolution zero leader with another hard knife-edge chop! This one sending him stumbling towards the corner. Mak quickly pulls his arm back again- *Smack!* “WHOOOOOOOO!” -Hitting a third scintillating knife-edge chop!! Toxxic’s back hits the corner as he shudders from the impact and Francis wastes no time, tosses him out of the corner, sending him off in an Irish whip. “The Franchise back in control with a cross corner whip and he follows the champion in!” Pete says, calling the action. Toxxic, with the agility of a cat, springs up to the top rope mid-sprint and flings himself backwards, arm extended in a clothesline! “Role Reversal!” King yells and no move could be more aptly named. The clothesline connects with Mak, taking both him and Toxx to the mat, but while the Franchise still lies on his back, the straight-edge sensation kips up to a not so nice reaction from the crowd- “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” -And then flips the ‘V’ for victory sign! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The lopsided grin of the World champion comes out full force. King notes this. “Toxxic really enjoying himself so far and I’ll tell you why. He knows he’s going to win this match!” King exclaims, while Mak sits up. “Hell, everyone knows he’s going to win this match. He’s beaten Tom Flesher and Mak is Flesher-lite, all the talk and half the ability to back it up!” Toxxic watches as Francis puts his right arm down, to get to his vertical base and swoops in, gaining wrist control and twirling in an arm wringer! The World champ yanks down on the limb and executes another wringer, driving an elbow onto the soft flesh. Francis cringes and then Toxxic smiles… that smile, while Mak pats his shoulder to relieve the pressure. Apparently, Toxxic is getting a little too big for his britches. Hebner weaves in and out checking the action, as Mak looks Toxxic in the eye and smirks, diving forward in a roll and popping up to his feet in a headstand flip, gaining wrist control and swinging into an arm wringer!! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” “Oh-me-oh-my, King!” Pete says, as Francis kicks at the knee of his opponent, dropping him to his knees. “We haven’t seen that counter from the Franchise in quite some time! Mak bringing back some flash and panache!” “Good to know he’s still can execute a mean fancy wristlock.” King quips, suddenly down now that Toxxic is no longer in control. “And ‘Flash and panache’? Edwin MacPhisto was much more of a crowd whore than this guy… uh, not that Edwin was anything special… they both can eat a bag of dicks!” King adds, backtracking because he momentarily gave praise in his on bitter way to a rival. Toxxic places his right arm to the mat, in order to get some stability, but Mak bends his left wrist and using the momentary pain to distract the World champ, as he tucks Toxxic’s arm in between his legs and spins, hopping over his back in a roll up!! “La Majistral cradle, King!” Pete screams, surprised himself by the quickness with which Mak moved into a pin fall. Hebner quickly drops… ONE! TWO! TH—No! Toxxic just as suddenly as he was being pinned, wiggles slightly then explodes off his back and stacks Mak’s shoulders on the mat! Hebner doesn’t have to move far to check the pin, as he slaps his hand to the mat, this time in the champions favor… ONE! TWO! THR—No! Mak breaks out of the altered roll-up and springs away, surprised by Toxxic’s quick counter! Both men scramble to their feet as quickly as they can, knowing the first one up will have the advantage, but Toxxic is much faster than Mak and runs at the Franchise, jumping into the air and getting a head-scissors, just as Mak makes it to his feet! Francis skips off the mat neck first, but pops up to his knees quickly enough. Still somewhat dizzy though, Mak rushes back after Toxxic and runs right into a side headlock takedown! “Toxxic is a machine on the mat, tonight.” King says, as Toxxic cranks on the headlock, leaning back, trying to trap Mak’s arm with a leg. “Working that neck like there is no tomorrow and he’ll be working the right arm in just a minute. This match has tap-out written all over it!” In the hold, Mak would shake his head if he could… cause leaning back ain’t such a great idea for a mat wrestler… “He certainly has improved.” Pete responds, as Mak easily shifts back and then flings his legs up, latching then about Toxxic’s neck and dragging his head down to the canvas. “But maybe we should save singing his praises for when he’s actually in control of a hold.” The Hot Commodity tries to pry Mak’s legs apart from around his neck, but has no such luck and bangs his fist down against the canvas, a fairly audible “Bloodly twat!” escaping his lips. Mak continues to squeeze, but Toxxic tries to calm down and run through the counters in his head… then he remember his last World title match! So the Straight-edge Sensation maneuvers his body from his back to his knees, getting ready to perform a familiar headstand – when Mak quickly grabs his left arm taking away all of his balance! Francis takes his left leg from around Toxx’s neck briefly and swings it around the left arm, attempting something… “A Triangle choke?!” Pete shouts out unsure himself, as parts of the crowd rise to see what’s going on. As his leg attempts to clasp about Toxxic’s neck once again, it’s now clear that Mak is going for a triangle choke! “Flash submission attempt by the Franchise!” “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” “Toxxic will counter!” King cries out, as the crowd cottons on to the action, cheering Mak. “I’m not worried…” Toxxic on the other hand is somewhat alarmed and raises his right hand, damn balance and blocks the leg, swatting at it as Mak tries to complete his hold. And they stay in this position for a few seconds, stalemated. Quickly swinging his legs down, the Franchise uses his arm control to pull Toxxic back down to the mat, his stability gone and from there he snitches in a front chancery, hooking the left arm and neck! “Close call there.” Pete notes, but Toxxic takes this in stride. He was almost in a bad situation and now he can get right back in control. Mak leans on the chancery, sandbagging for all he’s worth, but the straight-edge sensation, irony of all ironies, is not going to be held down any longer… …Up to their vertical base they go, Toxx on a knee and then his feet, driving forearm, after forearm into the gut of the challenger! Mak’s grip weakens with every blow, until finally Toxxic battles out and backs into the ropes, flinging himself back at Mak! The Franchise reaches out for Toxx – but the Hot Commodity grabs him by the arm and plants his feet, sending Francis away in a mid-motion whip! Mak flies off in the same direction Toxxic was going, barely able to control himself as he comes running back toward a standing heel kick from the champion – but he does recover and ducking under the heel kick, loops around behind his straight-edge opponent hoisting him overhead in a German suplex- -but you should know by now that you can’t German suplex Toxxic, as he flips another 180 degrees and instead of landing on his neck, lands on his feet with cat-like grace! Mak gets up from his BUTT and gets ready to turn around and cover his opponent, but an arm wraps around his throat from overhead, preparing to implant his head against a knee. So Mak does the only thing he can think of at the moment… “Hey, he poked him in the eye!” King shouts, as Toxxic releases the hold covering his eye. “Do you job Hebner—DQ his ass!” Hebner admonishes Francis, who brushes past him without so much as a glance, focused on the limb not tending to an injured socket. Grabbing Toxxic’s left arm Mak hops into the air, using his weight to topple Toxxic! The crowd jumps to their feet, as Danny Williams trained them to do, while Francis scissors the arm! “Juji-gateme!” Pete bellows. “Cross arm-breaker by the challenger!” Toxxic’s hand jumps from his eye to his left hand, but the arm is already nearly straightened out! His fingers intertwine as a sharp pain begins to surface. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” The crowd chants, as Mak wrenches back, but the straight-edger grip is tight. The searing pain in his arm begins to compound, as he realizes he doesn’t know any miracle counters to this hold. He needs to get to the ropes! “Toxxic won’t tap out, Pete!” King exclaims. “He’d rather have his arm broken.” While this is probably a true statement, Toxxic flings his legs out and scrambles towards the ropes holding on for dear life so that the latter doesn’t happen… … …Another lunge and Toxxic makes the bottom rope! “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Break Francis!” Hebner shouts, as Mak rolls away releasing the hold. The senior referee moves in and does his job, getting ready to ask Toxxic if he’ll continue. The look like he’s utterly mad tells him everything he needs to know. Hebner claps his hands together and backs away, causing Francis to move in quickly. Mak grabs at the sore limb, and gaining wrist control, picks Toxxic up and spins in an arm wringer! The Franchise smirks in full control, as Toxxic spits out a “Cheesing wanker!” in disgust. Mak yanks on the arm and the transitions smoothly into a hammerlock. The Straight-edge Sensation grimaces but throws a back elbow to try and free himself – only to have the Franchise duck underneath! Mak reaches up and latches his other arm around the neck of his opponent for an old-school “That’s Franchisable” with the above average hammerlock snitched in—nope, no “HEY!” tonight, as Toxxic rams the side of his skull into the ear of the Franchise!! *CRACK!* Another head BUTT strikes Mak above the right eye- *CRACK!* “Head butts!” King declares, happy to see the Franchise staggered. -and then another head BUTT cracks Francis in the temple- *CRACK!* -shaking him up enough to make him release the hold! Mak blinks in pain, his head a little light, as Toxxic- *WHAM!* -peppers him with a European uppercut! Mak drops to a knee, knocked down by the strength of the strike, as Toxxic, his left arm stinging, pushes through the pain and picks Francis up to his feet. Toxxic lets out a pain snarl, as he lifts Francis overhead in a body slam and walks him the two steps necessary to place him on the top turnbuckle, intertwining his left leg, knee brace and all under the metal rung! “Mak Francis has gone from in full control to in a lot of trouble, very quickly, folks.” Pete notes. “The tree of woe is named that for a reason and I’m sure Toxxic won’t hesitate to show us why.” “Yeah, that’s because Toxxic is bleedin’ PISSED!” King says, his best impression of a brit coming through… although Toxxic isn’t drunk, but he’d probably be this upset if he was. The World Champ shakes out his injured limb trying to get the feeling back in it, as he drives his boot into the gut of the Franchise. But Toxxic, still shaking out his left arm, is far from done. Grabbing Mak by the neck, he lifts the Franchise up – only to have to his opponent connect wildly with a right hand to the face! Another boot, another shake and then a straight kick to the ribs of the challenger- *CRACK!* “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” -causes spit to fly from Francis’ lips as he lets out a startled yelp of pain! No more resistance this time, as Toxx grabs Mak by the head and places the challenger’s neck over his shoulder, dropping down to the mat in a Hangman’s neckbreaker! Hebner shouts at Toxxic to get Francis out of the ropes, but Toxxic stands back up, still clutching Mak’s neck as he sits out yet again, compacting Francis’ neck into his shoulder blade! The crowd cringes in sympathy, but there is nothing they can do, except chant, as Mak gets dropped for a third and final time, neck first, across the hard bone of Toxxic’s arm! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “Three successes Hangman’s neckbreakers.” Pete says, as Toxxic walks away from Mak towards the center of the ring. “Toxxic, the World champion, has firmly cemented himself ba-” Pete begins, but the straight-edge sensation rushes forward and follows up with a running basement dropkick to the Franchise’s face, stop LDP mid-sentence!! *CRACK!* “Haha!” King squeals, “I don’t hear any Junior Leaguer chants now. Where’d they all go?” King questions, laughing as Toxxic finally turns Mak loose from the tree of woe and lets him fall to the mat! Francis clutches his knee slightly and then quickly goes back to his neck. The straight-edger drops to the mat and covers hooking the leg and taking care of the arm since he’s close enough to the ropes for them to be a problem. Mark Hebner drops to count… ONE! TWO! THR—NO! Mak kicks out of the pin, although not to strongly! Toxxic isn’t one to stop momentum when he has it, so the straight-edger quickly moves to the turnbuckles, vaulting to the top without as much ease as normal, with his weakened left arm and leaping off landing a fist drop to right arm of Mak Francis! Toxxic stands and gets to the top once more, the right arm of his opponent his target, once again! The ‘boos’ become louder still, as Toxx exits between the ropes and stands on the apron. “ONCE MORE WITH SOME FLAIR?” he asks with a lopsided grin, and the crowd responds in kind. “BOOOOOOOOO!” “What’s about to happen here?” Pete queries, as Toxxic shakes out his left arm yet again and vaults up to the top rope, this time bouncing off the ropes in a slingshot and spinning head over heels down towards the canvas in a guillotine leg drop… “RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” …but Mak rolls out of the way! “That’s not like Toxxic, he took too much time and it bit him in the ass.” LDP notes, as Toxxic holds his BUTT in pain. Mak meanwhile sits on the mat, attempting to pick himself off the canvas. “LET’S GO MA - AK!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* The Franchise hears the chant beginning and pushes himself up to a knee, his head still ringing from all the blows he’s just taken. Toxxic cringes but sees Francis trying to get up, so he pushes himself off the canvas too. “LET’S GO MA - AK!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* The Straight-edge Sensation rises first, but it seems Mak Francis will get the last laugh in this exchange darting forward and pushing Toxxic towards center ring, wrapping his right arm around the neck of Toxxic, looking for a guillotine choke! The crowd rises, it hopes beginning to rise as well – but Mak’s arm is hurting him slightly and that gives Toxx just enough time to sprawl. Toxxic works his way back up to his feet, forearm after forearm to the gut of his opponent and then he breaks the hold, backpedaling towards the ropes! Francis stands tall, shaking out the cob-webs and getting a clear enough head to raise his leg for a high kick- *CRACK!* -but Toxxic goes low, sliding into his brace covered left leg with a soccer tackle!! Mak tumbles to the mat, clutching his leg and feeling that all too familiar pain… Toxxic will pay for that at some point during this match. Toxxic predictably doesn’t give his opponent any chance to rest this time, double-underhooking Francis’ arms and bringing him up into a standing headscissors! “Toxxic Shock Syndrome!” King shouts in anticipation, “this one could be over right here, right now!” Toxx prepares to lift the Franchise up – but Mak Francis, weary but not beaten, takes a step with his right foot, planting it, and then he lunges his chickenwinged arms to the right, before swinging his body to the left, twisting and spinning in the double armed hold, like a pendulum, breaking contact with Toxxic’s weakened left arm. The shocked straight-edger has little time to react, as the one true Franchise gracefully pirouettes, with his right arm still trapped in between Mak’s bicep and forearm, while Francis reaches over the top with his own right arm and securely pinning the limb to his own body, as he continues to rotate, like a whirling dervish… ending perpendicular with his opponents body. Mak juts his free left arm in between the Toxxic’s legs and rolls to his right… … …PINNING THE WORLD CHAMPION’S BACK TO THE MAT!!! Toxxic’s mind goes back. He remembers this. He should have seen it coming. The move he saw beat Dace Night during the Genesis 4 tourney. “HO—HOLY SHIT! A PETERSON ROLL!” Pete roars! “A PETERSON ROLL OUT OF THE TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME?!” Then his mind goes to the show before Clusterfuck. He’s not going to lose to a move Night got out of. Mak hooks his leg and releases his right arm, a slight twinge there, before cradling his head and clasps his two hands together trying to complete the pin!!! Mak right arm burns slightly as he looks to the senior referee, who quickly drags his jaw off the ground and slides to the mat counting the pinfall, with the crowd chanting along loudly… “Come on Toxxic…” King mutters under his breath… “ONE!” Toxxic struggles… “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” Toxxic scrapes… “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” And Toxxic shoots his right shoulder free!!! “NO! NO! TWO!” Hebner declares, raising two fingers causing the crowd to groan, with small chants of ‘bullshit’ breaking out across the Alamodome. Clearly they wanted a title change. Toxxic springs free of the roll-up a look of sheer shock on his face. Pure will and determination got him out of that predicament. He wasn’t sure if even he could get out of that one. “Boy oh boy was that close!” LDP says, trying to remain calm but his voice faltering. “Toxxic’s work on Mak’s right arm may have saved him there. Who knows if he could have broken that pin if he attacked the left arm instead of the right?” “Toxxic attacks the right arm because he wants to take out the stronger limb and set-up his Repeat to Fade, but tonight it proved to be an even more brilliant strategy!” King says, regaining his voice. “Even his arm work is better than Mak, and the fact just got proven!” Pete doesn’t know what to say to that as Toxxic, upset that he almost lost the match right then and there, gets up and drops on top of the Franchise, mounting him and swinging away with right hands! *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” *BAM!* “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” *BAM!* “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” *BAM!* Mak attempts to cover up, the referee buzzing in Toxxic’s ear, but Toxx ignores him for the moment, yanking Mak up to his feet. The Franchise tries to stop his momentum, but Toxxic whips him into the corner, with AUTHORITY, causing Mak to hit the buckle and goes over the ropes onto the apron in a daze!! Toxxic gets up from off the ground and spots Francis holding onto the top rope for balance and runs towards the corner… “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “Toxx is gonna’ fly!” King shouts. …bounce off the second buckle- “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” -then fly through the air hooking his legs around Mak’s neck and dragging them both to the outside in A SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA FROM THE OUTSIDE IN~! “Indeed” Pete says, letting the rest of the moment speak for itself. Even the crowd cannot deny Toxxic a chant, as both World title competitors lay on the thinly padded floor. The front row rises to its feet, as both men just sit on the outside, hardly moving for the moment. Inside the ring, Hebner just shakes his head and begins his count, hoping to gain some control over the match that he lost after that unbelievably close near fall. “One!” “Two!” “Three!” Suddenly, Toxxic moves, getting to his knees and Hebner sighs in relief, as he moves towards the ring. “Four!” “Five!” The World champ slides into the ring, holding his head, as Hebner continues to count. “Six!” Then Toxxic and Hebner see Francis attempt push himself of the ground. That’s more than enough a reason for Toxxic to go back outside. “Sev—hey, get it back in the ring, Toxxic!” If Toxxic heard him, he doesn’t acknowledge, rolling back outside the ring and picking Mak up by the arm! The Franchise looks dimly aware he’s on his feet, but that doesn’t deter Toxxic from tossing him into the barricade back first! So, Hebner starts his count again. “One!” “Toxxic, taking this match to the streets! Mak’s about to see why Nottingham is a bad place to be in a dark alley.” “Two!” Fans pat the Franchise on the back briefly and then quickly back away from the scene unfolding before them. Toxxic running head long into Mak Francis… “Thre-” …who grasps him about the waist and takes a step forward- *CRACK!* -right into Toxxic’s forehead! The straight-edge leans his head back again and flings it forward with no regard for his own head getting hurt- *CRACK!* -blasting Mak with another head BUTT that breaks the belly-to-belly! Toxxic grabs Mak by the head and drags him away from the barricade lining him up with the steel steps. Inside the ring, Hebner stops his count to admonish Toxxic but that does no good as the straight-edger sends Francis- *CLANG!* -shoulder first into the steel steps dislodging them!!! Francis clutches his arm on the ground, as Toxxic cracks his neck. “Mak trying to go for that belly-to-belly he hit on Spike Jenkins last show, but Toxxic was one step ahead, yet again. And after that trip into the steel steps, Francis’ shoulder is easy pickings.” “This isn’t the pretty wrestling contest we saw earlier tonight, King.” Pete says, as Toxxic tosses Mak back into the ring. “Toxxic is upset and he wants to do some damage.” “BOOOOOOOOOOO!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The straight-edger gets back into the ring to a wave of boos. He’s back in complete control and the crowd knows it. Mak sits on the mat, crawling toward the corner holding his injured arm. Toxxic stalks him and places him on his feet, propping him in the corner and punching him dead in the face! Mak rocks back and Toxx leans in- *SLAP!* -slapping the Franchise across the face! “That was just uncalled for!” Pete shouts, but Toxxic just measures Mak for another right hand… “YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!” Except that Mak Francis grabs him by the head and neck and then tosses him into the corner. Apparently the slap woke him up. Toxxic looks surprised and the crowd pops in shock of the sudden burst of energy, as the Franchise rears and— *Smack!* WHOOOOOOOO! —Hits an absolutely blood vessel bursting knife-edge chop, that resonates through the rafters!! With his arm stinging, the Franchise reaches back and— *Smack!* WHOOOOOOOO! —Hits a second devastating knife-edge chop!! Mak preps Toxxic for a third knife edge chop—but nope, he doesn’t get the chance to hit one, as the straight-edger pushes Francis away! Mak rolls through and pops up to his feet, a takes a marching step forward… *WHAM!* …into a European uppercut to the mush! The Franchise stumbles and turns around, when an arm wraps around his throat from overhead and yanks him down in a reverse headlock neckbreaker, onto bended knee! The Franchise spasms under the attack to his neck and back, but Toxxic swings Mak around anyway and pulls him down to the mat by the right arm with a jumping arm bar!! “Detoxx!” King yells with a smile across his features. “Or at least a version of it… and Toxxic keeps working on the arm and neck of Francis. He probably reasoned out that Mak had watched a lot of tape on him and knew a variation would do the trick! And it really works over the injured arm!” “All good points, King.” Pete says, semi-placating his partner mid rant as he starts going on about how great Toxxic is. “And the Straight-edge Sensation goes for the cover!” LDP finishes, as Hebner drops to count… ONE! TWO! “He’s got him!” THRE-NO! Francis pushes a shoulder up off the canvas! Hebner fires up two fingers, as Toxxic looks on. The Franchise grabs at his right arm, clearly in some pain, so Toxxic plans to expand on that pain, picking Mak up by the arm; he gains wrist control and spins into an arm wringer. Dragging Mak over to the corner, he pushes Francis in back first and then wraps his arm in the ropes, bending it at an awkward angle. Hebner steps in, starting his count- “One!” “Two!” “Three!” -but Toxxic breaks before four. The Franchise clutches his wing, as Toxxic gives it a kick just for good measure. “Toxxic starting to really focus in on the arm of the Franchise.” Pete says grimly. “All he’s doing is proving why he’s the champion and Mak’s the challenger.” King adds. “Anything Mak can do, Toxx can do better.” King starts in a sing song voice. “And I can do everything better than you, Pete!” “No you can’t!” “Yes I can!” “No you can’t!” “Yes I can!” “No you can’t!” King practically screams. “NO YOU CAN’T!” “Yes I can.” LDP deadpans. Toxxic releases Mak’s arm from the ropes and sends him away in a cross-corner whip—no! The Franchise grits his teeth and reverses sending Toxxic spiraling into the turnbuckle pads! The straight-edger hits the corner back first and stumbles out, clearly dazed, as Mak rebounds off the near ropes behind him, looking for a bulldog- *WHAM!* -and runs right into another European uppercut as Toxxic turns and plasters Mak with the forearm strike! “Apparently, Mak Francis just found out the truth!” King chortles. “Toxxic’s just better than him and it hurts!” Mak takes the forearm to the chin and falls to a knee, but on reflex pops back up and answers spinning around and flashing his leg out for a high kick! “Yakuza kick!” Pete shouts and King cries out in anguish, trying to warn Toxxic, but the straight-edger sensation just barely sees it coming and ducks under the Yakuza kick, sliding behind Mak and and yanking him down to the mat head first in an Edge-o-matic, while Mak’s leg is still in the air!!! Toxxic grabs the loose leg in a cover, pulling it over the Franchise’s body, as Hebner counts… ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! Mak fights his left shoulder up off the mat! “YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” The San Antonio fans let out another cheer, hoping that Francis can somehow weather this storm and come through for them. They start a chant, hoping they can buy Francis some time from the onslaught… “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* “JUN - IOR LEAG - UER!” *clap-clap-clapclapclap* Toxxic sits up on the mat and smiles. The chants are back again. He through he killed those off earlier in the match. Oh well, might as well embarrass Francis and do it here. The crowd continues the ‘Junior Leaguer’ chant building up steam, as Mak gets hauled to his feet by Toxxic. The Straight-edge Sensation clenches his fist… RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! Flip the ‘V’… DISCUSS CLOTHESLINE- “RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” -IS DUCKED! Mak ducks the discuss clothesline and slides behind Toxxic grabbing him about the waist! The crowd is all standing cameras ready to take a picture of the comeback, or so they think. Toxxic can flip through a German suplex like it’s nothing at all. Mak, his right arm shaking in pain heaves for all he’s worth knowing that Toxxic thinks he can flip through the German... but he can’t do that if he’s tossed 270 degrees!!! *THUD!* Toxxic lands face first onto the canvas and the crowd explodes in cheers, more flash bulbs going off. “There’s that ‘Super-filthy’ German suplex we saw from Francis against, Spike!” Pete shouts, stealing King’s line, as Mak falls to the ground staring up at the lights of the Alamodome. “Francis dug deep! He knew he needed to buy himself some time and that my friend did the trick!” Pete adds, while King just pouts. Mak blinks on the canvas and still wobbly, turns onto his belly and crawls over, grabbing a double chickenwing on the champion from the front! Heaving once because of his bad arm and rolling over, he puts Toxxic’s shoulders to the mat with a pinning combination! The crowd counts wildly as Hebner begins his count… “ONNNE!” “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Hebner raises two fingers as Toxxic’s right arm sits up in the air, his shoulder free of Mak’s pin. Mak blinks and falls back down to the mat, not sure what needs to be done. Hebner bends down and looks at the two wrestlers, as they begin to move, the crowd stomping their feet waiting to see if they’ll get to yell the standing ten count… and the do! “ONE!” ”TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Suddenly movement! “FIVE!” Toxxic and Mak both roll over onto their bellies and look each other in the eye! “SIX!” Both Mak and Spike push themselves up to a knee! “SEVEN!” Mark claps his hands signaling they’re getting up and backs away! “EI-” And Toxxic gets to his feet first, punishing Mak with a forearm to the face! Francis stumbles slightly, but answers back shooting up from his knees and whacking the straight-edger with a strike of his own! Toxxic holds his jaw, but leans forward again, nailing Mak with another strike! Mak, though his right arm is hurting knows that this strike battle is the chance he needs to turn the tide in his favor. The Franchise pushes himself up to his feet, pounding away at the champion with right hands that stagger him, sending him falling back into the corner, before throwing Toxxic away in a corner whip! “Right hands! Piston like right hands, even with his injured arm! Corner whip! The challenger follows him in!” and at this point Toxxic leaps into the air with the agility of a cat, once again springing to the top rope mid-sprint and flinging himself backwards, arm extended in a clothesline! “Role Reversal, again!” King yells, but just as he does, Francis stops on a dime and opens his arms catching Toxx about the head and waist! Toxxic’s feet touch the mat for only a brief second, as Mak elevates him overhead and around in an Exploder suplex, dropping him on his neck!!! “EXPLODAHHHHH!” Pete shills, as Toxxic skids to the canvas. “A real reversal of roles this time as Mak counters with an Exploder suplex!” Hebner bends down and looks at the two wrestlers, as they begin to move, the crowd stomping their feet waiting to see if they’ll get to yell another standing ten count, after they just got one! “ONE!” ”TWO!” Once again movement! Earlier this time! “THREE!” Toxxic and Mak both roll sit up, neither can see the other man! “FOUR!” Both push themselves up to a kneeling position! “FIVE!” Mark once again claps his hands signaling they’re getting up and backs away! “SI-” And both up at the same time! Toxxic is still the first to move though dashing at Mak and leaping up grabbing a head-scissors – but Francis whips him down into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Toxxic spasms on the ground while Francis falls into a cover, hooking the leg. The crowd counts crazily as Hebner begins his count… “ONNNE!” “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Mak weary picks Toxxic up and looks to make him pay “Tribute”, but the champion fires away with elbows to the ribs, breaking the hold. The last blow staggers the challenger, and Toxxic sees what might be his last chance to win the match. Grabbing the momentarily-dazed Franchise in a ¾ facelock, Toxxic turns and runs for the turnbuckles, heading straight up and- -getting crotched on the top buckle! Mak attempts to follow him up, but Toxxic swings away with back elbows knocking the Franchise down. Toxxic pushes himself up and turns, standing on the turnbuckles, looking down at his target, but to his surprise, it’s up and moving. Mak aimlessly wobbles around, and then flings his arms over the top rope! Toxxic stumbles and falls sitting frozen on the top turnbuckle with his mouth hanging open like he wants to scream but just can’t! ”Poor Toxxic…” King bemoans, as Mak looks up to find the frozen champion perched on the top turnbuckle. Francis slowly makes his way to the corner, making sure to give Toxxic a couple punches, before climbing up with him!!! “WHAT THE HELL!” The fans rise out of their seats, as Francis goes all the way up to the top rope and hooks his arms around the World champions waist with a Gutwrench to the amazement of the fans! He slowly lifts… Arching back… *BANG!* “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” “HO – LY SHIT!” Hebner comes over to two wrestlers who just ending up in a mass of human flesh and bone and looks for some kind of move. The whole arena is on edge, as suddenly the Franchise rolls over onto his belly!!! “RAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” A low moan can be heard from Toxxic, so Hebner pumps a fist in the air, signaling that the competitors are okay. Mak crawls into a cover… “ONNNE!” “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “NOOOOOOOOOO!” And Mak stays on him, still hurting unbelievably from this contest, grabbing Toxxic by the hair and glaring at the ref, as if to say ‘I don’t give a fuck’ before lifting him to his vertical base. Mak backs Toxx into the ropes with a few punches to the face and sends him away on an Irish whip, lowering his head for a back body drop—nope, too early! Toxxic as out of it as he is, capitalizes on this mistake and… *WHAM!* -Toxxic gets the “Sobering thought”! Picking up his opponent and grabbing the Franchise by the head and shoulder Toxxic shoves Mak shoulder first into the steel post in between the turnbuckles and climbs up the buckles around him, double underhooker the arms- *BAM!* -hitting the Toxxic Shock Syndrome off the second rope!!!! “ONNNE!” “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Toxxic desperate for the win, crawls to the corner and dives at Mak with a dropkick to the head! Toxxic picks him up and finding energy from no telling where, The Franchise executes a standing switch, once again sets him up for the German Suplex! Mak bends his knees, and with deceptive power, lifts Toxxic straight up, and throws him back! *THUMP!* Toxxic lands hard on his upper back, but Mak isn’t done yet, he keeps his hands tightly locked around his stomach, rolls him over, and drags him back to his feet! ”HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER!” “ROLLING GERMANS COMING UP!” Wobbly and barely conscious, himself Francis takes a couple of deep breaths, closes his eyes to prevent sweat from dripping in them, and with a mighty heave tosses Toxxic back! *THUMP!* Once again, Mak rolls Toxxic over, and pulls Toxxic to his feet. Mak somehow gets him upright. The fans “Ah” as Mak brings his arms up, clamping them around Toxxic’s neck in a full nelson! No sooner than he locks it on, Mak releases one of the arms so that he can clutch the wrist of the still secured left arm, pulling it around the champs throat in a Cobra Clutch! But Toxxic counters and hooks Mak into the the set-up for the “Caffeine Bomb”, Toxxic tired of the games hooks the leg and attempts to pick Mak up… but the Franchise breaks the cradle and falls back, linking his legs with Toxxic’s in the most basic of moves… A small package! “An inside cradle!” “ONNNE!” “TTTWWWOOOOOO!” “TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “YES!” Finally, after three years in the business! The words are probably said, but he can’t hear them. The pop is not important. THe sound is not important. All that matter is Mak Francis is the new World Heavyweight champ.

Strike's match was the shit, because it reminded me of why Stryke beat Erek fucking Taylor. And Z's match ruled because I always thought Z was the best writer in the fed, if he could get off his ass and show and that proved it. The 8 man was special because I like to think I see stuff. And as I was reading it, and starting feeling the pacing quicken and see the style change. I noticed it but didn't REALLY notice. Like it made me smile, but I didn't know why. The same thing has happened to me numerous times, and still does when I think I catch something in a match, but this time I had no fuckin' clue what it was. Cause I used to read all of WC's WF stuff and I was like... wow, what the fuck is going on. Then I read it again, after Tom mentioned what happened and thought: damn they actually pulled that kind of stylistic writing off and I didn't see it coming. It blew me away. My favorite co-write is the JL cage match with Drew. It was just fun to write and made the CIA/Mak feud. Written by me, I'd have to say... my pay-per-view match with Craven at 13th Hour if only because I wrote a longer, more devious squash match than Flesher. And I wrote two other matches that I really, really like, but I can't link them for obvious reasons, to the people that know. Muhahahaha.

I guess I'm not exactly a booking genius. Honestly, I'm just not sure which way I'd go, if I really held the book in a fed like the WWE (theoretically speaking, of course). Not a personal opinion on the feud, which has been very well done. Your show promos and matches have been great at hammering home some things I'd like to see show up, like a counter to the "Wild Ride" Vertebreaker, or Pretzler hitting a big move on the concrete or off the ladder in response to what WC did to him with Wild Ride. Or maybe showing how resourceful Pretzler is because he hasn't taken out WC face to face yet, iirc. Most of the time you've done an after match/show beatdown from what I read, but I missed some stuff in there. The petition and having it denied, so just going out there and making an impact was a very new idea to the fed. Those are some awesome internal storylines to build off, but it comes off more like a blow off then a transition match to hold you guys over into the next PPV. A LADDER match against WC seems like a big blow off to me. I didn't mean for it to come off negatively, but if I wrote all this for every match I wouldn't be able to finish my own, would I? It's just that I think you should win this one, but logical booking wise, WC just got the title. I can't stick with the standard mode of face overcoming heel, because you both should win and I'm not sure who would benefit more... it's leaves it up in the air who should win, which adds a sense of drama to a high profile blow-off. Same problem I had with the Johnny/Landon match, except you guys may want to continue and they're on Part V, plus Landon doesn't seem interested in the ME at the moment, even though he could be there easily, which gave me an out. Ugh, I'm not doing too well on explainations lately, or saying things the way I want, so... hope that clears it up.

SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Toxxic (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. "The Franchise" Mak Francis Here we go. Logical booking is tough here because it favors Toxxic. Toxxic has handled great tacticians in the ring and Mak is coming of a hard fought fued with Spike. If I get across my internal stories and Tom doesn't completely shit on my ending it should be close. SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP Johnny Dangerous (SWF International Champion) v. Landon Maddix Logical booking says Johnny goes over here since he just won the belt. But I'd say a loss to Landon. who doesn't want to be in the ME and then going for number one contender would be a more interesting long term booking idea. Or he could win and do the same thing... depends on if you think the IC title holder in the WWE should be number one contender to the World title. MYSTERY MATCH ??? v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins I'm not sure who ??? is, but Spike pulling out the 'W' would do a lot for him and a loss right here could send him down the card. Logical booking says Spike goes over and recovers from his buffer feud with Mak, to make a real push at the World belt and Toxxic. SWF WORLD CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP LADDER MATCH Wildchild (SWF World Cruiserweight Champion) v. "The Critic" Scott Pretzler Beating WC in a ladder match will be very difficult, but it has been done so it's not completely impossible. Logical booking would be that Dub Cee retains, but that would kinda short circuit the feud in my opinion. So in a booking swerve, The Critic goes over... though that also doesn't make sense either since WC just got the belt. How about I just say push and be done with it. SINGLES MATCH Lil' Buck v. Lord David Logical booking says you keep Lil' Buck strong and move him up the card with a win over Lord David. Test the waters for a Buck full on heel turn and gain David a following by having him in a hard fought contest, then begin to give David a push based on the response. I think too much... SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP JJ Johnson v. Insane Luchadore Logical booking says the Revolutions new members need to stay strong. That's what was so confusing about the Pretzler/WC match. IL becoming champ again could jumpstart a Hardcore title feud, but Triple J's daddy owns the company and he will turn people heel, just to stay the Hardcore champ. RANKINGS MATCH "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez v. Ejiro Fasaki Uh, push. This is a 'rankings' match. A.k.a Thrown together but not really, because both of these writers are primary candidates for a shot at the 'Ranking' belt. A.k.a the World title. SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP Jay Hawke v. Manson Logical booking would have Hawke moving into a feud for the SWF International since I know he is a heel. Manson, I'm not so sure about, but he plays the tweener well. Either guy would be good in a feud, but Hawke seems like a better choice logically. BAR ROOM BRAWL Arch Griffon v. Mohammed Koran Arch has beaten Koran before, so a Koran win might be justified. If this is the blow off like it seems to be though, Griffon should go over and move on to a program with the Hardcore champion.

Ugh. nevermind my previous quiery.

Interesting idea. I haven't said it yet, but glad to have you back Ejiro. It would be ideal if Judge was your sponsor, as he makes the most sense and was slated for a return. But I'd love to see someone like Frost or Wilson, just for the whatthefuck factor. Or possibly it could go into Ejiro's personal life. He has family, right, so maybe it's a brother or a sister. And for comedic purposes give him badges for every month he goes without the chain. Intrigue in a bottle.

Edit: To clarify, Tom I really am sorry I fucked you over by making you wait up for me. Honestly Tom I didn't see the above post you made earlier. I apologize for delaying you posting the show by having to receive an extension, but to everyone else I say this. God I hope this doesn't sound too conceited but, Jesus. Heaven forbid I ask for an extension, and turn in something during that alotted time period. I'm not burned out, but I haven't ever had people bitching at me so much in the over four years that I've been apart of this thing, so constantly. DNS this, DNS that. It's hard to find time to do this, excuse or no. And I respect that about everyone doing this now, but I just wanted one last run with Mak, even though it isn't a huge deal. I'll always show somehow for the big matches unless something really big gets in the way, like the last contendership match which was pre-planned. Hell, I've already written the match of the night at Genesis V, at least from what was said in the comments thread, so fuck if I really, absolutely, need to win a World title. I'd like to, but what I wanted was to feud with some people I never got the chance too and bring my character back full circle, then go out putting someone over. I used to comment on shows, very in-depth for almost all my time involved with the fed, because I liked too, but you know what. There's a reason nobody comments anymore. I don't comment because quite frankly, I got tired of breaking shit down and acknowledging other peoples hard work, when I get bitched at repeatedly. For the life of me, I don't understand it. So how about you stop acting like an asshole and PM me if you wanted to work the ME Johnny, joking or not. I PMed you and said I would be glad to help you, without any prompting, since I'm one of the few people that doesn't call you a tool. Lest we forget the man that no-showed G5, is now bitching about... Smarkdown? I still don't think you're a tool, but damned if you needed to get a reality check. Oh and Landon, I think you're an alright person from what I've seen so far, but... From the Fire? No show? Anyone? It happens whether it's by creative differences or time management. JJ Johnson's comment on the other hand was funny. I showed, rushed or not and earned my chance to run a ME feud, ignored or not, poorly executed or not, by working in the undercard, winning matches and never bitching, waiting for my shot. Now I'm gonna' bitch and moan and if I win, I'll show against Toxxic. Whether or not I'll win is another matter entirely, though.

Eat a bag of dicks, TNT Sincerely, Mak Francis

Mikey, you forgot my set up promo for the match... can you edit it in or should I just post it on the board?

...wow, people bitching about no-showing isn't exactly new but damn... running gag much. That said if you read the card thread you know what's happening.

Sigh. Not to ruin the finish, cause it could be a SWERVE~ but I'll turn in the match as well as my promo... as soon as I can edit it for this show and put it on disk from my virus filled computer, that is. I should have asked to delay the show until after I got off work, but I knew people would have been pissed about that, hence me writing this to explain myself. Sorry Spike. At least my weekend will be free!

Why did you choose that name for your character? Well, I wanted to do something with the name, Steve Francis, the ball player now of Orlando fame and I couldn't think up a first name. Also, being from Philly, I've always been a Shane Douglas mark. So I took 'The Franchise' alias and I always liked Mack/Mackenzie. But just to differenciate myself, I dropped the 'c'. Why do they look the way they do? Originally, I pictured him as a Ron Killings-esque person, but I saw Shelton wrestle on Heat at one point early in in JL and decided it fit perfectly, with my "amateur wrestling" character idea. Why is their character the way it is, and is this different from how you originally envisaged them? I wanted to be Ric Flair. If it wasn't obvious enough, in my first major feud, I coined CIA's nick 'the Canadian Dream'. Though, I ended up being Flesher-lite in significant parts of my JL run. I didn't mean for it to happen that way, but it did, unfortunately or fortunely, depending on how you look at it. The sWo thing gave me some motivation because I turned into what Shane Douglas was in real life. A person who thinks that he's being held down, and while partially true in storyline terms, it was easy to see Mak was wrong and childish. I thought that was cool. Hell, I wanted to make the sWo into a SJL version of the Triple Threat, but then saw too many good writers and just kept on adding. Tagging with Flesher and losing the ICTV title match gave me the most new ideas. To turn face, make Mak have a tapping complex, be all about respect and ally up with the Carnies. I though, hey, let me try this and if it works, it'll be cool. But what losing to Tom really did is help me get out of the whole Flesher-lite attitude and differenciate the two. I think Tom may have noticed, but I doubt many other people realized how much effort I put into not being Flesher-lite anymore. Danny Williams and I booked a feud on the fly that solidified all of those ideas for me, just because I beat him in a like 3500 word limit non-title match and he wrote a promo saying he didn't want to lose the belt to anyone. I Pmed him, said lets feud when we get the chance and we just responded to each others stuff. In my opinion, audibles to plans are the best way to get something good done. Booking on the fly is so much more creative and fun. And it lead to all of my best ideas. But that's me... The only thing I've planned and liked was stuff with Muzz. I think he just brings out the sadist in a person because everything I've done with him has been 'moody'. Can't complain since it's lead to my current character ideas. If there was one thing you would want your character remembered for, what would it be? Mostly JL stuff. The feud with CIA in the JL when we could have been bumped, but weren't. I got real unmotivated, real quick, when I realized I wasn't going to work with Wilson and the M7. But Drew pushed me to write and then I really got into the feud. The sWo being the best stable. Getting Best Heel and tying for Best JL Champ. And beating CIA at Genesis 3 in the opening match and the conclusion to our feud. Hopefully my involvement in the Ironman match with Danny and the last match with Muzz, if only for the finish, which was once again done on the fly. And finally, my first person Clusterfuck match because nobody will ever be silly enough to try that again. It got me props from King in a losing effort and is the most creative writing I've ever done. Ever.

Much respect to the group of guys that pulled off the turn on Spike. Everything was surprisingly logical. I wish I hadn't ended up hearing about it, before it came to pass. I got some things off my chest about Toxx, Spike and the Revolution. And Todd Cortez continues to just win. I love a good challenge and a Hardcore gimmick match against him is just that. Toxxic did well with the Main Event. Landon and I had some similar ideas, well not so blatantly ego-driven, but we couldn't logically win otherwise... Sadly, I've been so used to writing singles, that I got my part to him somewhat late. I hope he was able to finish and we actually lost instead of no-showed, because I really liked what I wrote. It sucks if Maddix had to tap because I have time management issues. In my opening I encouraged a certain chant that I'd like to see more of... first person to include 'Jun-ior Leag-uer!' clap-clap-clapclapclap in their match against Toxx gets a internet cookie. Oh yeah, King giving Raynor bus fare back to the Bayou is one of the best moments in fed history. I wish I could have done that to somebody.

Son of a BITCH! Funny you should bring up that... Hmm, I remember somebody saying they wanted to be in the sWo, back along time ago... could that have been you. Nah. Not you at all...

That's not heat, that's FIYAH~! Oh and good job and stuff.

I'd also like to call opening promo, bitches.

I actually have some ideas for this show. Sigh. Now that mid-terms are over maybe I'll be able to write that promo I've been talking about... and some other ones too to boot.

MAIN EVENT LUMBERJACK MATCH Sacred© vs Alan Clark (LUMBERJACKS: Mak Francis, Toxxic) Sacred, but this can be turned into a screwjob finish easily, which means Alan has a solid enough chance at winning. TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH Wild and Dangerous© vs Royal Order Johnny and Dub Cee as they await a program over the tag titles. I don't know who will step-up. Maybe it will be the Royal Order, but for right now at least W&D get the win. MALL BRAWL VI USJL TITLE BOUT Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix© vs Sean Davis vs Austin Sly vs Carnage vs Ebony I'll go with Austin Sly, who if he shows, can do go things with a belt around his waist. NO GRAVITY MATCH CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE BOUT Spike Jenkins© vs Manson If Manson shows, this is a close match. In fact, a while ago I'd have to pick him, but Spike is writing consistantly well (by dubious means at times). I knew he had talent, way back when... HARDCORE TITLE MATCH "The Urban Legend" Todd Cortez© vs Danny Dagda Cortez is another solid writer that'll surprise you. Not so much anymore, as we all know his skills at this point. IL writing is not so likely, so... SINGLES MATCH "The Critic" Scott Pretzler vs Kaine Let's see what the man can do with a match purely set-up to see what he can do...

Now, to promo on why I wasn't at Storm... in Philly of all places.

In truth, I'm not quite sure... I only have suspicions. But Wilson it's not. I sincerely doubt that. I gave a little hint at my guess, but you'd have to have been around at the time to get it. I'll say no more on the matter, though. Wait and see if I'm correct or not.

No... Trips has the title, Toxx. And glad to see I outpopped Strangler.

After finally reading Dace's match in full, I must admit that while it wasn't as polished as I expected, the story was well thought out. Reading Toxxic's post adds even more by showing the amount of thought placed in it, even if the execution wasn't there. The actual wrestling wasn't quite MMA, but it gave you a feel of grounding holds meaning more than impact moves. Hell it was a 'pure' wrestling match. The consistant story of Toxxic struggling for breath was told well, although I didn't really notice a connecting story for Toxxic's offence minus the dropkicks and the play up of the Toxxic Shock Syndrome. I assume it was supposed to be quick and high impact vs. methodical submission and striking. I did like it though. And while Dace is probably his own worst critc for the match, it was worthy of being a last match with the fed... at least for the moment, as nearly everyone comes back. Scott Pretzeler, is, in my opinion, one of the best ideas for a character I've seen in a while. It's just smart enough to wink at the rest of us, but with the impact that Tom Flesher is having on 'his' show, it has good legs. Snowflake clutch?! Tildebang Driver (!!!) Obsencely funny and welcome to the SWF. My promo set up the internal story for the ME, so read it bitches... I thought it was pretty straight to the point. Landon Maddix's CF match was surprising. In that, I didn't know he could write like that. Don't take this as an insult, because you can obviously bring the quality, but your match just made sense. Like, I was reading and thought, damn, this is ridiculous how good this is. It wasn't as funny as SS's or as long with an epic finish as TNT's, but characterization is the hardest part of this match and the way you handled the old-timers, W&D, Rev0 and Martial Law just fit. The match storylines that you built up and then subsequently handled were done extremely well. And I honestly didn't think a CF triple threat could be ended in a believable submission, but you pulled it off. I'll probably comment on the match more in depth at some point or if I ever see you in chat I'll tell you there, but for now, know that this was an excellent match. Judgement is coming. Toxxic goes out on a limb and says Judge is coming back, but I've got a different idea. The promo was just creepy enough to give me another writers vibe. Normally, only the best promo writers for long ago... Outcast, Edwin, Raynor, Wilson and Silent gave me that creeped out vibe during Stablewars. But this writer seems to be no slouch either. We'll see if this guy can carry the fed on his shoulders much like Atlas in those ancient myths from Greece. That is, if we are to believe his promo. And for the final match, Muzz, I can't say enough about the tone of the match. I added what I could to the match and finish, but you created something very believable and meaningful around an idea that we put together very quickly. I hope the internal storylines got across to the people reading, as when Muzz co-wrote the match (I say this because I couldn't add as much as I wanted to... found out I had a fever later on) our ideas gelled extremely well, and in my opinion, that is how you write a finish.

Intrigue in a bottle. It's odd to see a brand new face stable with the built-in fact that it could blow up at any moment. I hope Martial Law can turn into something special. Well done, Maddix. Though the sexual tension~ seems to be between you and Rando, not Cortez and Skye... I kid... kinda.

Cleared