Justice

Fuck yes. I can write this stuff, and I'll have some time to fucking do it as well. Let's get it on!

Ditto what Atlas said for me as well. Those outages caught me yesterday and work mangaged to get power back before I woke up, which meant I wasn't on my comp until 4. I'll try to get it in as close to the deadline as possible, though.

Got power back this morning. Oddly enough, I had power for about 3 or 4 hours after the big blackout, despite being surrounded by people with no power. At any rate, it sucked. Big time.

But it would still likely wreck havoc on the power grid, which creates massive chaos as well. Point is, they were and still are targetting power plants. They are probably pissed that this happened before they were able to exploit it.

Well no shit. Hell, wasn't it a Nuclear Powerplant in Pennsylvania the target of the plane that went down on 9-11? Powerplants have always been a target. But you think after this that we are going to just say "Oh well, back to our daily lives..."? No, they'll up security, improve and reinforce the power grid, and other things now. Thankfully this happened by accident before the terrorists could use this against us.

Genocide? I'm guessing this is directed at Mike's comment, but think about it: What the hell does Israel have to gain from randomly killing people? If Israel wasn't told by the World to "Stop defending yourself, damn it!", they could fight and destroy these cells much more efficently instead of having to half-ass it the whole time.

Because the Supreme Court overrules State's Rights if those cases on Gay Marriage get to them. That's a no-brainer there. In reality, by taking it through the legal processes both sides are threatening state's rights if you want to argue the point. Edit: Don't take this as me being against Gay Rights, but I think both sides are hurting themselves by trying to bypass having popular support to get what they want as quickly as possible. Look at the backlash after the Sodomy Cases in the Supreme Court and now the backlash against the religious Hardliners.

Seems like it's just a power surge in the North-Eastern Power grid. No terrorism.

Maybe. Power went out here (I'm 30 miles north of Detroit) for only a few minutes. I was watching Pulp Fiction at the time with my bro. Felt weird as hell since there's a clear sky around.

OMG JUDGE IS COMMENTING WTF LOL?! The Tag Match: - First off, a nice lead-in to the match. I'm a big fan of this stuff, as it can really help the reader understand the motivations and actions of those involved, and can make them expect something and surprise them when the person doesn't actually do it. - I have to say, I'm not much of a fan of the "Wheel of Fortune Backdrop" magically appearing in the ring. I think it'd be better just to put it and Vicky Black on the SmarkTron or something, that way everyone can see it and it'll save on all that moving and shizzit. - Not really a comment on the match, but am I the only one surprised that Mak and CIA don't have a tag entrance yet? - A nice little nod to Angle vs. Taker vs. Rock with the staredown between the two "big" players and the "joke" getting angry at being ignored before getting punked out. I laughed at the little "Survey says" line. - I find Mak's stopping of the first tag finisher attempt a little hard to believe. He knocks Show down and then catches Quiz in mid-air for a Shoulderbreaker. The problem is Mak is a borderline cruiser himself, plus he has a bad leg as well. I remember Janus in the JL catching Arianwyn in a SSP and it being believable because he's fricken huge. With Mak... It's a lot harder. I see Mak, if anything, countering it with a roll-through Ric Flair style, or maybe dropkicking him. But that's just me. - I'm kinda into Double Jeparody showing how green they are by attempting their finishers so early on. It also pounds home that they are more of a threat together rather than apart and really depend on their teamwork to win a match, rather than individual stuff. - I'm slightly saddened that Va'aiga didn't go on a spree of anhiliation when he got tagged in, but you can't have everything, can you =-\? I mean, it's done very well, but I think Va'aiga should have fucking destroyed anything that came his way when he got in, then get caught in trouble, but that's just my view on the character and really just a minor gripe. - I like you pointing out how Va'aiga's popularity really wanes when he's going after CIA. Of course, this is coming from a CIA mark... - Hey, Va'aiga is from NEW ZEALAND, not AUSTRALIA. Nothing major, but I'm sure Card would want me to point that out. Plus, your excuse: (8:14pm) (+Quiz) My excuse: Riley's a fucking douche. Is good enough for me. - Neat little spot with the Crucifix Pin/Missile Dropkick. Definitely inventive. - A lot of tags, which I like. It switches the match up a lot and a simple tag between Va'aiga and Dace or Mak and CIA or Quiz and Show can really change the face of the ring. - *Marks for CIA being a "House En Fuego"* - I'm not sure how the mechanics of that work. Is Mak just standing there? I think maybe you should have had them attempt a double lariat or something because that whole sequences rings wrong with me. - I'm getting into the last dash before the finish. Dace hitting the finishers, Mak getting in trouble and playing a face in peril, Va'aiga lariating everything, and now I'm up to International Incident getting nailed with UT's and DJ Tag Finishers. I really like that spot for some reason. I don't think I've ever seen or read something like it, and it's damn cool to see two huge things like that come one after the other, plus the pace seems to be speeding up. - A great hot ending! I loved them using "X for the Block" on Va'aiga: It's a real original move, and I'm a fan of the "Using my partner as a weapon" line of thinking. The after match stuff is handled very well, nothing overly dramatic, but definitely showing that this is not done by a longshot. Mike seems to have a way of with the after match stuff so that everyone keeps their heat. - I'd just like to mention that you guys have a very clean and very readable style that you write. Very nice blend of description, action, and personality with all the characters involved. Overall? A great match for the PPV, and certainly deserved a win no matter who showed and who didn't. It was entertaining but still brought some psyche into play, and there were definitely a few cool spots. Something to be proud of boys. Oh, and I hope you are keeping my belt warm, Show. I intend to take it back in a week or so.

*Thoth gained overness in this segment.

I'm gonna post this while I'm in the middle of reviewing the tag match, but I think maybe one of the retirees or someone who has a lot of energy to burn could do maybe a "Confidential" style show every week, highlighting the history of the fed and maybe a wrestler or two, active and retired. I suggested one a while back, but as more of a recap show, to which it was pointed out that people would read that rather than the shows. I think that doing it with the Historical match of the week, posting maybe an AIM shoot interview with a person or two, and recapping the history of some more prominent figures in the fed would be cool. Call it "SWF Walk Off" (Which was suggested for one of the new shows, but fits the type of show more. Plus it has a nice ring to it) and do it once a week. I think it'd be a pretty cool thing to do, but I dunno if I have time to do it. So... what do you guys think?

Smarks Board Name: Powerplay Wrestlers Name: "The Judge" William Hearford (III) Nicknames: Judge Mental Height: 6’4” Weight: 250 lbs Hometown: Royal Oak, Michigan Age: 45 Face/Heel: Becoming more of a calm, slightly-sadistic heel like he used to be. Stable: With the M7 dead, none. Ring Escort: None Tag Team: "Justice and Rule" with Ejiro Fasaki! WHOO! Weapon(s): Good 'Ole Memphis Chain. Quote: Doesn't have a specific phrase that he likes to use. Looks: His face is almost exactly like La Fours from Mallrats, especially with the clean cut beard and hair. His body is well built, certainly in shape despite how old he looks. He wears black spandex wrestling pants with the red words “Judge Mental” on them. On his feet are plain old black wrestling boots. Ring Entrance: The crowd quiets down as the lights dim to a harsh red, and the drumbeats from beginning of Rage Against the Machine's "Testify" softly, slowly crescendoing up. The drumbeat gets louder and louder, and as the drum hits the cymbal there is a split second of silence before.... "NOW TESTIFY!" The song skips to midway through and continues on as three sets of red pyros shoot up all across the stage, and Judge Mental appears on the entrance ramp. He walks down to the ring in a very precise and deliberate step, occasionally stopping to give a small taunt to the crowd. Tag Entrance: "Sleep Now in the Fire" by RATM plays while "JUSTICE" flashes on the SmarkTron, followed quickly by "RULE". The drumbeat sets in, and 3 second clips of them nailing tag moves, finishers, cheating, taunting the crowd, and being ass holes in general show on the SmarkTron. The guitars get heavy and.... POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP ... Red machine gun pyros shoot off on either sideo of the stage as the two enter wearing their traditional black (Main Color), red (# Color), and white (secondary color) Magnificent 7 Football Jerseys with "Justice" and "Rule" on the back of their respective people. Zach De La Roche's solliquoy comes on and Funyon speaks up. *Funyon Stuff* The two slide into the ring together, taunting or showing off their tag belts if they still have them. They hand off the tag belts to some attendants and go over to their corner, where they huddle up and review their plan for the match. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 6- As strong as he ever was, Judge Mental definitely has some power under his belt. He is strong enough to lift people around 280-290 lbs with his suplexes without overexerting himself too much. Speed: 4– Great ground and reaction speed, which allows him to exploit quick falls and be able to escape most moves. He can also pull out a few top rope moves, but his bitterness and general attitude nowadays generally limits him to a rare Axehandle and an even rarer Plancha. Vitality: 5- He’s got very good stamina and can work just about any match you can throw at him. This also accounts for his planning and his uncanny ability to sneak out of the finishing blows during the match. Charisma: 5- A very distinct and dignified speaker. Can hold his own in a battle of words. Style: He’s changed his focus a bit from his normal submission style, using more of a combination of suplexes and early submissions to wear out his opponent, setting them up for either a submission victory or sufficiently tiring them out enough for a finisher. Generally stays away from striking battles unless he has a decided advantage over his opponent. Signature moves: The Boston Crab Series: His favorite type of submission. Knows just about every variation you can think of, though he’ll generally stick to simple stuff unless the situation dictates otherwise. He does use the old-school Liontamer (With the Knee to the back), which is a bona-fide match ender but has become increasingly rare. Hammerlock Suplex: Much like a Half-Nelson Suplex, only with a Hammerlock instead. Victim lands on the head and neck, making it gruesome looking, but while it’s painful it’s recognized as a solid two-counter. Cross Examination: A Reverse Figure Four Leglock ala Yuji Nagata, Jamie Noble, or CED Ordonez. It’s his new leg submission finisher, and is different from the Crabs in that it doesn’t need much set-up to be effective. Classic Figure Four: The old school Flair version. Nothing to smirk at, but generally used early-mid match to slow an opponent down. Judicial Review: Implant DDT. Used against people who are a bit too heavy for suplexes. Closing Arguments: A Reverse Half-Nelson STO. You are facing the victim, you thread your right arm under theirs, palm their face, and plaster them into the mat. It’s his strongest takedown and something you don’t want to be hit with. Rolling Northern Lights Suplexes: This is an “Oooooooo” move for the crowd, even if he is a heel. Generally done in sets of 3, and if still has the strength, he’ll bridge out the final one. His big, near match-finishing power move. Not used too often. Doushime Sleeper: A sleeper with body scissors. A very tiring move, it’ll leave you wheezing pretty bad. Repeated applications can turn this move into a finisher, which can happen with Heavyweights who are too big to suplex properly. Corkscrew Suplex: A Spinning Vertical Suplex.. All flash, not much power. Straitjacket Suplex: Another fancy suplex of sorts, but this one is packs a punch. This is is somewhat common nowadays. Common moves: Snap Suplex: Your standard Snap Suplex. He can do it to just about everyone, despite their weight, but doesn’t carry too much power in them. Knife-Edged Chops: The Judge uses forearms, European Uppercuts, and occasionally punches, but his favorite striking attack remains the Knife-edged chop. German Suplex: Bridged or Release, never Rolling anymore. Camel Clutch: Basic wear-down move, nothing more, nothing less. Belly-To-Belly Suplex: Either version is fine. Shamrock Suplex is used on bigger opponents, though. Pendulum Backbreaker: Pick you up with one arm and slam you across Russian Legsweep: Used pretty much as a takedown to slap on a submission. Chain Wrestling: Damn good at it as well. It’s his style and he has a lot of experience on his side. It’ll be pretty hard to constantly outmaneuver him. Fujiwara Armbar: The standard takedown version. Sunset Flip: Used when countering back body drops. Shin Breaker: Used when working the legs of an opponent. Standing Abdominal Stretch: Standard wear down move, generally used on those smaller than him. Lariat: Danny Williams has his Rolling Elbow, Ejiro has his Screaming Elbow, Annie has the Dropkiss, and the Judge has his lariat. His big power strike, think Stan Hansen lite. Generally knocks people head over heels, for weaker opponents it's a solid 2 counter and late in a very long match it could very well finish it. Cheating: Face Rakes, Eye Pokes, Low Blows, Feet on the ropes, etc. He’s done it all. Powerslam: Off a whip and held over for a pin. Basic Holds: Headlock, Armbar/Reverse Armbar, Chinlock, Hammerlock, Sleeper, Legbar Basic Takedowns (Yes, this is blantantly stolen from Danny, but it'll help those who need it ): Headlock takedown, Double Leg Takedown, Dragon Screw, Drop Toe Hold, Fireman's Carry, Armdrag Rare moves Super-Plex When the opportunity arises, you may see one of these. Any Submission Not Yet Mentioned: No more that once, but generally the submission will serve some purpose during the match. He’s not gonna bust out a Dragon Sleeper if he is working the legs. Any other Magnificent 7 finisher: These are ALWAYS finisher strength, so no kickouts unless you have written permission from the person whose move you are using. The Verdict His former JL finisher, it's a Spinning Tombstone Piledriver. He rarely busts it out anymore, and he'll only do it if the opportunity is too good to pass up. Fisherman's Suplex or Dragon Suplex: Two powerful suplexes in his arsenal. Close to and at finisher strength (respectively). Finishers: (Primary) Capital Punishment- A sitout straight jacket powerbomb. The motion is much like that of a Tiger Driver (Underhook Powerbomb), and Hearford puts all his strength into this. You won't be kicking out of this baby unless it's a seriously heated feud, since it's pretty much an insta-cover once it's hit. (Secondary) Surprise Witness: A picture perfect Diamond Cutter. Usually used as a desperation move, and can be done from just about anywhere feasible. Sometimes busted out when he’s in a tough spot and needs time or rest. Held Without Bail- A Sitting Stretch Plum. His best submission, this will be causing some major hurt if you happen to get stuck in it. Generally set up with Judicial Review. Tag Team Moves with Ejiro Fasaki (JUSTICE AND RULE): The Figure 7: A Triangle Choke by Ejiro and a Figure Four by the Judge. 3+4 = 7 and the move looks like it as well. One of two particularly deadly submission combos, this one is known to all the Magnificent 7 and any member can complete the move. Plea Bargain A Cobra Crossface/Sharpshooter Combo. You don't want to get in this sucker otherwise you'll tap like a 'sumbitch. Curt Hennig Necksnap by Ejiro, followed by Held Without Bail from Hearford Double DDT Double Suplex DDT/Fasaki Fuser Combo move. Enzugiri/German Suplex Combo Double Dropkick Dual Fujiwara Armbars Various distraction/cheap heel trick combos Good 'ole double team stomp down Tag Finishers with Ejiro Fasaki (JUSTICE AND RULE). You do NOT kick out of these. Rule of Law: A combination German Spider Suplex from the top from Judge and a flying driving elbow from Ejiro ... Tom Freakin Flesher didn't kick out of this. Overruled: Power Drill. With Judge Mental holding the opponent in position for a powerbomb, Ejiro snags the opponent in position for a reverse DDT. Then, as Judge tosses the legs of the opponent off to one side, Ejiro spins the man into mat with an elevated Testdrive/Last Rights/Roll of The Dice. Gavel Bang: Problem Solver. Ejiro flapjack into a Judge DDT ... think the 3D except with a DDT.

Show, follow this link. Download that patch and you'll be okay. Merc and I had the same problems as you did and this fixed mine, so I'd go for it.

In response to our new announcer: Holy fuck. This should be fun.

Indeed, I agree with Muzz. You get a lot of crap, Mike, but you beat all three of us fair and square. Frankly, everytime I found my groove I just would loose it again. Too many people who needed to be elevated, not enough time. Anyways, here is my craptacular match: _____________________________________________________________________________ We fade back in after yet another music video highlighting the match ahead, returning the viewing audience back to Ground Zero! The camera pans across the faintly green-tinted arena, picking out a few signs like “BLACKWELL PROJECT > ALAN PARSON’S PROJECT”, “EARL OF SANDWICH > KING OF NIGHTMARES”, “TIME TO DO THE ICTV SOME JUSTICE”, and one very popular one, “SILENT IS GOLDEN”, before cutting down to the announcer’s table with the familiar visages of “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens and Bobbie Riley. A graphic saying ‘ICTV NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP’ appears on the screen as the two men start discussing the match ahead. “Well, next up we have the #1 Contendership for the ICTV Title. Four men, three pins, one shot. Who do you think has the best chance here, Bobbie?” “It’s pretty hard to tell, Mark. We have three kick ass guys going up against each other in this match. First off, you have Blackwell, a guy who has held any and every belt we have active right now. He’s back, he’s motivated, and this could probably his first step towards a World Title shot after having a few bad losses.” “Indeed, Sacred is definitely a favorite going in here. He’s the only one to have ever held the ICTV and the belt above it, the World Title.” “Next you got Justice, who is recovering off a short losing period. The guy is still a dangerous man simply because he has about 10 years of experience on anyone you can put into the ring. Add in the fact that he’s still pretty fit and that’s one hell of a combo.” Bobbie takes a small sip of water and goes on. “And lastly you have Mike Craven. Yeah, he’s a little beat up from Smarkdown, but the guy has a size and strength advantage and he’s been pretty hot in singles competition.” “I have to disagree with you there, Bobbie. Even if he has a slight size advantage, the man really got battered last week, and that’s not even including the Demonstar Driver he took. And out of all that surprising insight, you left out the final man, Nathan Kibagami.” “Why should he be included? The guy is always injured or going through some dark change or something. I liked the guy when he debuted back a year ago, but the man is just a joke.” “I certainly wouldn’t call him a joke. The man is a monster in the ring; super-fast kicks, a excellent knowledge of submissions, and an unbelievable threshold for pain makes him ICTV or heck, even World Title material.” *DING DING DING* “The following match is a 4 way elimination match for the #1 Contendership to the ICTV Title! People can be eliminated by DQ, Countout, Pinfall or Submission. The match will continue until there is only one man remaining in the ring. Now entering first…” A faint but familiar drumbeat filters in through the sound system of Omaha Civic Center as the lights begin to turn a deep red. The beat crescendos with the crowd’s booing, finally reaching a peak- “NOW TESTIFY!” Three rows of red pyro light off as Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” starts up in midsong as the Judge steps out onto the ramp, looking ready for the match. Clad in his normal Magnificent 7 football jersey, he taunts a few of the crowd members as he strides down towards the ring. “Now entering the ring, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Royal Oak, Michigan, he is a former Hardcore Gamer’s and Tag Team Champion… he is THE JUDGE, WILLIAM HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARFOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!” “And the veteran comes out first,” notes Grand Slam as the old man steps in and starts stretching against a turnbuckle, “Point in case, Hearford has never lost a #1 Contendership bout in his career. He’s never lost a title shot, either.” The lights go back down again, and fog begins to billow up from unseen holes in the entrance ramp as the first haunting notes of Nevermore’s “The River Dragon Has Come” echo through the arena. The SmarkTron shows Kibagami, back facing the camera, in a simple wooden chair, just as the audience is lulled into a false sense of security by the soothing music… *BAM*! Every light in the arena – the house lights, the spotlights near the entrance ramp, even the picture on the SmarkTron – suddenly flares, blinding white, as the distortion kicks in and the music begins to pound through the speakers. The picture on the SmarkTron is replaced with the familiar burning ankh… “Today, the warning came in the flood…” Kibagami comes through the curtains and the fog as the vocals begin, and the lights are finally reduced to the pseudo-normal green-tint. The Silent One briskly makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans’ cheers completely as the music surges forward. “Now entering the ring, weighing in at 268 pounds and hailing from Phoenix, Arizona, he is the Silent One… he is NATHAN KIBAGAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” “SIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…” ”SIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…” “SIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…” A few chants start up as he slides into the ring, rolls to his feet, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle. Kibagami climbs to the top rope and poses in the crucifix position until the music dies down, at which point he hops back off the top rope and turns to face Hearford in the ring. The Judge looks over at him, and the two exchange glances before Silent goes back to his corner and waits for the others to arrive. “I’m definitely going to keep my eye on Silent tonight. He lost to Mak Francis the last time for the ICTV and I’m sure he has his eye on making this opportunity count.” Suddenly, the television feed begins to flicker. Static starts to show through, and soon it overwhelms the entire screen. A voice begins to speak over the hiss… “There is nothing wrong with your T.V. set. Do not adjust the picture. I control the vertical…” The image suddenly condenses to a vertical line in the center of the screen… “I control the horizontal…” The image stretches and shrinks, now turning into a horizontal line… “I am controlling the transmission…” The picture instantly snaps back to normal, now with the lights in the arena dimming down. Lyrica by Tainted begins to play faintly as the spotlights turn towards the ramp to reveal The Sacred One, Andrew Blackwell. He walks down, completely oblivious to the boos he garners and completely focused on the match at hand. “Now entering the ring, weighing in at 228 pounds and hailing from Adelaide, Australia, he has held every active belt in the SWF today… he is ANDREW BLAAAAACKWEEEEELLLLLL!” “Again, Sacred is definitely a favorite here. He’s gone the highest and the farthest in the SWF out of all the people in the ring, and he’s just waiting to break through back into the Main Event scene.” The two already in the ring turn to look at Blackwell, studying him for a moment. The well-clad man gives them a few acknowledging nods before he steps over to his own corner between the two men. The lights cut out, the crowd begins to boo like crazy while a cursor pops up on the SmarkTron, which seems to be in DOS mode. Keystrokes can be heard in the background as someone types: C:\>dir/SWF This is followed by the distinctive sound of the Enter key being hit. Popping up is the following short list. Directory of C:\SWF\Superstars. TheSuperiorOne.exe VelvetHammer.exe JusticeNRule.exe TheSacredOne.exe Franchisable.exe Deathwish.exe CanadianIntelligence.exe KingOfNightmares.exe The cursor types out “C:\>Run “KnigOfNightmares.exe”” And presses enter. Suddenly a message pops up. “Program or file does not exist” The crowd giggles a bit as a mumbled curse can be heard from the unseen typer, and he retypes it. ”C:\>Run “KingofNightmares.exe”” This time the cursor begins flashing, blinking quicker and quicker until- BOOM! A huge blast of blue and white pyro kicks up, the smoke lingering on stage for quite some time. Strobe lights pulse to the beat of the guitar and drums in the background as Saliva’s “King of My World” kicks in while the crowd really begins to raise their boos louder. As the first words kick in, the strobes cut out, a single, blinding light shines from the entryway, piercing through the smoke. The light illuminates the figure of The King of Nightmares himself, Craven’s body shadowing most of his front side. He stops to look at the fans, and quickly, he spins around twice, finishing by pointing to himself as the crowd begins to boo so loud, it hurts. Holding his pose for a second, he releases as the chorus ends for the first time, walking down to the ring. The lights are now a deep blue, Craven focused solely on the match at this point as some of the Craven Section fans bow down to him. “Now entering the ring, weighing in at 280 pounds and hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida, he is a former US and Hardcore Gamer’s Champion… he is MICHAEL CRAAAAAAAAAVEN!” He enters the ring by hopping over the top rope, title around his waist if he has it, landing on his feet. He climbs the turnbuckle closest to the crowd, opening his arms wide and soaking in the crowd’s response, a chorus of heavy boos except for The Craven Section, as a white spotlight shines down upon him, casting shadows across his face. Mike then hops off the turnbuckle, walks across the ring to another turnbuckle, climbs this, and repeats the whole thing before he hops down, turning to stare at his opponents, a smile on his face. But the opponents don’t return the look. In fact, they don’t even seem to notice him, choosing to look between each other instead. “Well, it doesn’t seem like anyone really thinks that Craven is a threat.” “That’s definitely a mistake.” “Maybe. He doesn’t seem to show much damage from the Demonstar, but he hasn’t been in action yet. We’ll just have to see how well he performs tonight.” Looking around to see everyone in the ring, Matty Kivell points at the timekeeper for the bell! *DING DING DING* The match begins, and the three come out of their corners, cautious to each other. Kibagami stands up tall, his leg just waiting to hit an oncoming attacker, Blackwell paces, looking at the other two calmly, and Hearford takes up his normal low grappling stance, looking for an opening. Oh yeah, forgot about Craven. The King of Nightmares seems a bit ticked about the whole “Being Ignored” deal, and stomps angrily out of his corner. He looks over at Kibagami and makes some sort of comment at him, trying to draw him out, but it fails miserably as Silent doesn’t even shift his gaze. The bigger man balls up his fists, his rage grows by the second, and moves closer while he yells out: “DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID YOU GOD DAMN-“ *CRACK* Unfortunately, he never finishes as Kibagami nails him right in the jaw with a lightning fast kick! Craven stumbles backwards, an incredibly surprised look on his face, and Kibagami quickly follows up with a sharp thrust kick to the jaw. Mike falls back towards the ropes, and with this Blackwell looks at Hearford, Hearford looks at Blackwell, and the two charge forward… and nail Kibagami right in the back with dual spears! “Great move by the two veterans there,” says Riley as the two rise to their feet, bringing Kibagami up as well, “Using the distraction to put Kibagami out. Brilliant!” “Indeed. I’m not a fan of double teams, but when you are dealing with someone like Silent it is pretty much a necessity.” With Craven’s bell still ringing from that duo of ultra hard kicks, the pair proceeds to lock up with the larger Nathaniel. The two partners by fate push him into the ropes, and they nail him with a few forearms each before whipping him towards the other side. The big man bounces off the ropes and bounds back, and the two catch the big man, slamming him down to the mat with a double Spinebuster! The crowd booing like no other as the two each take a leg and make an early pin. ONE-NO!! The crowd cheers as Kibagami kicks out hard enough to throw both of the heels backwards! “Incredible! A double Spinebuster and only a ONE count! How in God’s name do you expect to keep a monster like that down?” “Hey, Kibagami hasn’t gotten any offense against them. It’s only a matter of time before he stays down for three.” The two heels exchange a surprised look, but they quickly get back up to their feet while Kibagami pounds his fist against the match and begins to get up himself! The pair quickly hit him with a few boots before pulling him up into another lock-up. But this time Kibagami pushes both of the men away and clears them out with a leaping double kick! The two men back away and Silent quickly spins around, nailing a roundhouse that Blackwell ducks but Hearford doesn’t! The Judge stumbles backwards while the Sacred One is caught in a one-on-one lockup with the man formerly known as the Slaughterer. While the Judge stumbles backwards, a recently recovered Michael Craven is just rising off the mat. The normally painful kicks having even more of an effect on the Demonstar Driver victim, he looks over to see the Judge staggering towards him, clutching his jaw in pain. Not one to pass up an opportunity, Craven comes up from behind and cinches a front facelock before falling backwards for an Inverted DDT! “And the Judge definitely got the worst of that one, taking a kick from Kibagami and an Inverted DDT from Craven!” “Smart move by Craven there as well. He may not be near 100% but if he can get the scraps of the other three while they beat the hell out of each other, he may have a chance.” “Of course, he still would have an incredibly weak neck, and all three of these men have neck-based finishers. He’s still not out of the fire yet.” Still locked up, Kibagami keeps Muzz in close as he hammers him with knees. The Sacred One’s face is filled with pain of each knee, but he fights through it as he pulls his arms out of the grapple and grab one of Kibagami’s incoming knees. He steps back and quickly spins around, taking Silent to the mat with a Dragon Screw! He quickly gets back up, and fighting the pain in his stomach he floats over and cinches a headlock. While they battle on the mat, Craven pulls the Judge up, hammering him with forearms before backing him up to the ropes and tossing him toward the other side. He bounces off the ropes himself and as they prepare to meet in the ring he lines up his trademark forearm smash… but Hearford ducks right under it! The two bounce off the ropes again, and this time the Judge comes in, nailing a dropkick right in Craven’s chest! The King of Nightmares goes down for a second before getting right back up, but Justice has him beat as he comes up and nails him down with a vicious lariat! “Sacred and Silent go to the mat, and that’s definitely going to be an interesting battle there. Blackwell nearly got the best of Flesher on the canvas, but Silent is definitely no stranger to mat battles either.” In the ring, Silent pushes up off the mat a little, and he is able to turn his body enough to put on a waistlock while the headlock is still applied. Sacred continues to wrench the neck of Kibagami, but Kibagami still continues to turn himself around. He begins to pull himself up along with Andrew, trying to get him up for maybe a backdrop, but instead Sacred shifts his arms around, using one arm to grab Kibagami’s head while using the other to grab a leg. He falls forwards and brings him in for a Kidou Clutch pin! ONE! TW-NO! Another strong kickout by Kibagami, much to the relief of the crowd. On the other side of the ring, the Judge picks up a stunned Craven, head aching from the lariat and the lasting effects of Kibagami’s finishing move. He tries to throw a counter forearm, but it goes wild and misses, allowing the Judge to duck under. He locks on a waistlock and begins to lift him up… but just can’t do it. Once again gaining his bearings, Mike runs forwards towards the ropes and stops, throwing Hearford to the outside! “Great counters by Sacred and Craven there, but both of them are going to need more than that to take down their targets.” Blackwell rolls back up to his feet while Kibagami chooses to kip up. The big man rubs his neck a little, but isn’t much deterred as he fires off a kick that Andrew backs away from. But with ‘Judge Mental’ momentarily taken care of, Craven decides to go after his real target: Kibagami. The big man rushes over to join Sacred in the attack, and Kibagami fires off a sharp kick aimed right at the man’s head… and Craven dodges! Showing incredible speed for a big man, Craven moves his head and nails a punch on Silent’s jaw! The Slaughterer’s head turns, but that’s it as he fires off a return shotei right to Craven’s nose. The King of Nightmares takes a few steps back holding his nose, but Blackwell uses the chance to nail him with a few forearms of his own, and in an instant Craven joins in as the two begin to push back Kibagami. “More double-teaming on Kibagami, and it looks like he’s a marked man.” “It just shows how stupid he was to even step into the ring. If I were him I wouldn’t have even showed up tonight.” “If you were him you’d have been done at that double Spinebuster. To be honest, Silent is one of the very few who actually could wade through constant double-teaming and still come out on top.” With Kibagami falling backwards under the force of the blows, the two take the chance to whip him at the ropes. They line him up and nail him with a pair of dropkicks, putting him down on the mat. Rising up, the pair of men quickly moves over to the downed Silent… *SWISH-THUD!* “Double Kip-Up DDT! Craven and Blackwell are down!” “Damn it! What the hell?! Doesn’t your damned buddy have a copyright on that move or something so he can’t use it?” Slowly Kibagami begins to get up off the mat as Craven just lies there and Sacred holds onto his cranium in pain. Not passing up a chance to eliminate dead weight, Kibagami hooks a leg on Craven for a pin! ONE! TWO! THRENO! Craven puts a shoulder up, much to the disappointment of the crowd. “I’m really surprised that Craven still had something after that vicious DDT. Even without the head injury that was a pretty painful move.” Kibagami gets back off of the still reeling Michael Craven, and he stands back up as the Judge enters the ring again. Hearford sees Blackwell still holding his head and Craven nearly out as Kibagami looks over with a cold glare. Hearford gives a sigh, and his expression pretty much says it: “Ah, hell…” The old man goes down into his standard grappling stance as Kibagami, the attacks beginning to wear on him, slowly begins to move towards the old man. He fires off a sharp kick, but the Judge backs off as it sails just past his nose. He spins around and fires another pair of quick cat kicks towards the Judge, but once again the Judge is able to barely make it out of their path. He quickly rushes in, looking for a lock-up and getting it. He jockeys for position, and he’s able to twist a hammerlock out of it and move behind the Slaughterer. “Uh-oh, not a good place for Hearford to be…” Indeed, Grand Slam is right as the Judge is able to lift Silent up… up… and over the top, dropping him on his head for a big Hammerlock Suplex, putting down right on his head and neck! Silent shows the first signs of real pain during the match, holding his sensitive neck. Seeing the chance, the Judge makes a quick cover! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Silent kicks out, and the Judge gives a “Damn!” as he rolls away and back up to his feet. “A Hammerlock Suplex gets the closest count of the night on Silent, but Kibagami doesn’t take kindly to people targeting his neck.” Indeed, as the Judge gets back up Kibagami’s face is just filled with rage. He pushes off the canvas and as Hearford tries to duck in again he gets NAILED with a hard side kick to his head! The crowd cheers as Silent begins peppering the old man with kicks. As the Judge gets it taken to him, Sacred is up on the other side of the ring. He watches as the Judge gets the sticky end, and this time he decides to forgo all of that, pulling up an only now rising Craven. As Silent back Hearford into a corner, Sacred pounds into the dazed King of Nightmares with forearm blows to the head. Craven staggers back and Blackwell follows up, grabbing a facelock. With great effort, the former World Champion brings up the large man for a suplex., but instead of just letting him go over the top he spins himself around, grabbing Mike’s neck for a Stunner as he lands! A small pop for the infinitely neat move, and Blackwell quickly makes a cover. ONE! TWO! THREEENO! Craven somehow gets a foot on the ropes! “A very close count on Craven there and it doesn’t look like he has much more after that.” Meanwhile, in the other corner Silent begins to finish up with his vicious kick flurry. With the Judge slumping against the turnbuckles, Kibagami pulls him out, putting him into a front headlock. He reaches his arm over, pulling the Judge’s opposite arm into a Hammerlock across his back before snapping himself backward, pulling the Judge over the top for a Front Hammerlock Suplex! He bridges for the pin… ONE! TWO! THREEEEENO! The Judge kicks out, but just barely! “A Machine Suplex by Kibagami! That’s one move I’ve never seen from him before.” “That’s one move I’d prefer not to see again, either.” Kibagami breaks the bridge and kips back up to his feet, meanwhile Sacred pulls up Craven to his knees but the man breaks away and holds up “Please, man, I… I just want Kibagami. I need to get that fucker back Help me get him, man. You can pin me right after, I swear. Please, man. Please.” Sacred looks down at the obviously desperate man for a second, wondering whether he should accept the offer. “Ah, hell, why not…” He pulls up Craven and nods half-heartedly, and the two look over to Kibagami, who is turned the other way, stuck in a lockup with the old man. He quickly resorts to giving his vicious knees, putting them right into the gut of the Judge. The veteran falls out of the lock up and onto the mat as the other two rush across the ring, hitting Kibagami in the back of the head with stereo forearms! The crowd expresses their disapproval as with jeers, but the two don’t seem to listen as they pull up the slightly stunned Kibagami up and put on a front facelock, lifting him up and dropping him right on his neck and head for a double brainbuster suplex! Kibagmai once again shows pain, holding his neck a bit, but a fierce grimace appearing on his face. “Once again there’s a double team on Kibagami, and they target his neck this time. This could be serious trouble for Silent.” Not wasting a second, they pull him back up to his feet, immediately taking him by the wrist and whipping him at the ropes. The Slaughterer bounces off and comes back, and the two immediately wrap their arms around his head and leap backwards, taking him down with a Double DDT! The crowd is livid as the two reach their feet once again, and Craven looks over at Blackwell. “Hey, thanks man.” Blackwell grabs the hand without thinking, too used to shaking hands after spending a few months in an office workspace… *DING* And Craven puts a hidden knee right into his groin, and the former World Champ crumples up as a shit-eating grin passes across Mike’s face. “Sorry, but I’m out to win this thing as well.” With that he leisurely goes down and makes the cover on Kibagami, the crowd in riot after the last action! ONE! “I can’t believe it! He’s trying to steal this one! The dirty sneak!” TWO! “Whatever. It’s every man for himself, Mark, and the sooner you- THREEEEENO! Kibagami kicks out! “-WHAT?!” Craven can’t believe it. He pulls the leg again. ONE! TWO! THREENO! Kibagami kicks out again to an even bigger pop! Frustrated, the man pounds his fist against the mat and pulls up Kibagami, but the man pushes his arms away. With a face full of rage he snaps off a sharp kick to the side of Craven, following up with a hard shotei to the nose before hitting a round house kick right on his chin! Craven can barely stand, but Kibagami follows up with a sharp thrust kick! He falls back into the ropes, barely holding on, his head swimming, and throws out a wild punch, which Kibagami easily sidesteps. The injured Craven stumbles forwards… And right into a double chickenwing. “Oh no oh no oh no…” says Riley. “Oh yes! Sacred is back up and it’s payback time!” Too out of it from the head injury to fight back, Sacred easily forces him to the ground. With Craven on the mat, Sacred pushes off and flips over, putting on Cattle Mutilation! Craven yells out in pain while Silent walks over towards the trapped man’s legs. He goes down to the mat, scissoring one of Mike’s legs and pulling back on it for a reverse Crucifix Kneebar! Crying out in pain, Craven tries to hang on while his joints are stretched and pulled, but there’s no one to save him and no rope nearby. Thinking of his career first, Mike does the inevitable. ”AHHHHHHHH Christ, I give! I give! AHHHHH HELL! AHHHHHHH!” Matty Kivell calls for the bell as the two men release their submissions to a cheering crowd. “The first man to be eliminated in the match via submission… MICHAEL CRAVEN!” The angered King of Nightmares slides out, limping and holding his neck, an angry frown across his face. “Well, the injured Mike Craven is the first to go. No surprise there.” “He was so close to getting Silent. Damn it!” As the loser is escorted out, the two left in the ring back away from each other briefly. In the background, the Judge begins to rise, and soon he joins up in the three way staredown. The three look at each other for a moment, and once again the double team is up on Silent, rushing him in a lockup. They quickly overpower the man, giving him stereo kicks to the gut before sliding around to the sides. They each grab the back of his head and grapevine a leg before falling backwards in a double Side Russian Legsweep! “More double-teaming on Silent, and I have to say that Blackwell and Hearford seem pretty comfortable with each other.” “Well, both are former tag champions. They know how to blend well with others, and they do share pretty similar styles.” Silent holds his head as he hits the ground, but as the two other men begin to get up, so does the Slaughterer. He’s a little slower than the other two, but he’s still getting right back up after the big move to the chants of the crowd. “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…” “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT…” Hearford is the first to try and move in, putting a first right into Silent’s cheek… but Kibagami shrugs it off as if it were nothing, nailing the Judge in the gut with a sharp cat kick followed by a leaping high kick that lays out the old man. Now a one on one battle, Silent advances on Blackwell, shooting out a sharp kick that backs the former World Champion away. Keeping his distance, Andrew is able to stay away from the big kicks of the Slaughterer. Not showing it, but Silent begins to get a little frustrated with the smaller but slightly quicker man, and he begins to switch it up a bit. Instead of using his kicks, he starts slowly approaching the veteran, and Blackwell complies. They slowly approach before locking up with each other. Silent quickly tries to hook on a headlock, but Blackwell instinctively tucks his head in, and Kibagami spins around, allowing for the smaller man to lock on a waistlock. Silent tries to throw an elbow back, but both miss, allowing Andrew pull up… and over for a German Suplex! He holds on for the pin… ONE! TWO-NO! Nathan kicks out, but Blackwell is quick to recover, instantly breaking the bridge and quickly floats over onto Silent for a headlock. The Sacred One wrenches the neck of the Slaughterer, but Kibagami is quick to begin powering himself out. He gets his first footing on the ground, quickly followed by a second one, and soon he’s back up to standing position. He begins to put another waistlock on Blackwell like before, but Andrew notices quickly and before Kibagami can turn it into anything he runs forwards, leaping up and planting Kibagami’s face with a Bulldogging Headlock! “I have to say that throughout this match Blackwell has been extremely good at getting the best of Silent. So far he’s been pretty good at avoiding those kicks and he’s been outmaneuvering Kibagami both on the mat and in grapples.” ”What do you expect from a former World Champion? The guy is as good a technical wrestler you can find, and you couple that in with his intelligence and you are going to have a hell of a time beating him.” The Judge begins to rise as Sacred throws out a few hard boot shots to the head and neck of Silent, and seeing Sacred with the advantage, the gears in his head begin to tick. He gets up and goes over towards Blackwell… and nails him with a massive punch! Expecting him to help him out against Silent, Andrew is a little stunned as the Judge grabs him for a whip and toss him across the ring before putting him back-first on the mat with a huge lariat. “I think the Judge just realized that if Silent goes down he’s going to have to face a pretty fresh Sacred, which is something he doesn’t want to do.” The Judge begins hitting the Sacred One with a few boots, with Kibagami getting back up behind him. The old man turns around to see Silent getting up, and he calls out to him to get ready. The Slaughterer looks at the Judge, who pulls up Muzz and begins to whip him towards the Silent One, and he quickly realizes what he wants. Sacred goes hurtling towards the other man, who brings up his foot… *CRACK!* And nails Andrew Blackwell right in the jaw! Sacred falls to the mat, and the Judge looks across at Kibagami. He begins moving towards him, and he dashes in for a lock-up. Kibagami doesn’t put up a defense, and the two begin to grapple, with Kibagami taking the advantage. He begins to push the Judge back, but the old man is able to duck under him as he tries to move forwards, cinching a waistlock… or not as Kibagami immediately nails him with an elbow to the head. He quickly grabs the stunned Judge by the arm and tosses him over his shoulder for an Ippon Seionage. The Judge lands right on his back, but Kibagami doesn’t let go of his arm. Instead, he scissors it, along with the Judge’s head, and falls backwards for a Triangle Scissors Hold! “Triangle Scissors! That’s one deadly submission hold there. The Judge won’t last long in it for sure.” “That weak thing? Come on, I could last DAYS in that.” “Bobbie, the Triangle Scissors is one of the best Judo submission out there. You could almost claim it rivals the Katahajime. You wouldn’t last 10 seconds in that thing, Bobbie.” Indeed, the Judge is desperately trying to get out as the hold begins to take effect. Not being able to reach the ropes, Hearford frantically kicks his feet against the ground, trying to get a footing… and he does! The old man quickly finds a second and turns himself around, pushing Kibagami’s back and soon his shoulders against the mat. ONE! TWO! THRE-And Nathan releases the triangle hold, allowing the old man to take a few steps backwards… and right into an inverted facelock! *SLAM* The old man gets nailed to the ground from behind as Andrew Blackwell comes in with a diving reverse DDT. Kibagami kips up as the old man is put down on the ground, and before Blackwell can do anything Kibagami comes in and starts hammering away with sharp kicks! Sacred is pushed back as Kibagami is able to nail kick after kick to the body and head of the former World Champion, and the crowd begins to rally behind him as gives him a sharp kick to the gut and locks on a headlock. He drags Blackwell out towards the center of the ring, bends over and actually suplexes him from the front headlock! ”Downshifter Suplex! He planted him right in the center of the ring, and there’s the cover!” ONE! TWO! THRNO! A shoulder up, much to the disappointment of the crowd. “Ha! Like Blackwell would go down that easily. He’s the freshest guy in the ring right now and he ain’t gonna go down to something like a Front Neck Chancre.” Kibagami gets back up, pulling the Sacred One up with him, and he quickly shoots off a hard knee to the stomach. He begins to pull Blackwell’s own wrist through his legs, but Blackwell quickly pulls his arm away. He gives Silent a hard knee to the stomach and quickly puts his arm around his chest. Before Kibagami can react Sacred leaps up and puts him down with a Book End! “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” “But everyone expect that played line, you tool.” “Oh shut up, Bobbie.” With the crowd booing like no other, Sacred gets back up to his feet, and quickly covers for a pin… ONE! TWO! T-NO! Kibagami kicks out again! “Jesus Christ, won’t that guy just stay down?!” “I doubt it, Bobbie. Nathan Kibagami has an unnatural pain threshold. The man just won’t go down to anything.” While Sacred goes to pull up Silent, the Judge is getting back up as well. He shakes his head, the effects of the Triangle Hold and the DDT wearing off, he sees Blackwell lifting up Silent, and he moves up from behind, putting on a waistlock on Kibagami. Blackwell backs up a little, giving Blackwell a chance to hit a big spin kick… That Silent ducks! The Judge gets it across the face, and he releases the waistlock. Meanwhile Kibagami strikes back as Sacred, nailing him with a hard elbow shot followed by a hard spinning kick! The two heels are left reeling as the crowd cheers the badass rally of Silent as he lights off sharp kicks at both of the men. A hard spinning heel kick knocks Muzz to the ground, and Kibagami looks over to the dazed Judge, who throws a wild punch. Kibagami easily deflects it. He gives him a sharp kick to his leg, causing the Judge to go down on one knee. The crowd cheers as Kibagami gives a smirk and runs back against the ropes. “Looks like a Shining Wizard coming up…” Indeed, Silent leaps up onto Hearford’s knee, but instead of putting his knee into his face he brings his other leg around the Judge’s head as he grabs the arm of Hearford back. He falls backwards with a Triangle hold already in place to the amazement and adoration of the crowd! “A Shining Triangle Hold! Amazing!” “What the hell?! Where did he get that from!?” “I have no idea, but that was one amazing maneuver!” Indeed, unfortunately for Silent and luckily for the Judge, the maneuver left him close enough to the ropes to get a foot on them. The crowd boos at the circumstances but there’s nothing they can do as the referee starts a 5 count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIV-And Kibs breaks the hold right before the DQ. Yanking him up by the arm, Kibagami gives him a sharp elbow across the face, followed by an upward back elbow right under the jaw. The Judge is left stumbling back, manages to throws a hard punch right into the eye of Kibagami. Silent cinches his eyes shut for a second, and the Judge begins to fight back. He nails the Slaughterer with another hard punch, following up with a European Uppercut, and it looks like he’s regained control. “Yes! Second winds rule!” Kicking Kibagami right in the gut, and immediately puts him in a standing Head Scissors. Grabbing him around the waist, he flips the 260 pound man up and onto his shoulders, and prepares to throw him down… but instead Kibagami slides off of Hearford’s shoulders, grabbing the back of the Judge’s head and slamming it into the mat with a facebuster! “You can’t Powerbomb Kibagami!” “Says who?” “It’s really just an unwritten rule, Bobbie.” The Judge holds his nose with his hands as Kibagami gets to his feet, pulling the Judge into a Standing Head Scissors himself! The crowd cheers as Kibagami flips him up onto his shoulders and flings him down onto his shoulders and neck! The old man groans and Kibagami folds him up for a pin! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEENO! The Judge just barely gets a shoulder up! A little peeved, Kibagami releases the pin, and he quickly yanks the old man up to his feet, delivering a hard kick to the head to the veteran. He prepares to follow-up on the kick… … but his arms are brought back into a Double Chickenwing. Kibagami tries to fight Blackwell, not wanting to go down to the mat. He one knee down and tries to use the other leg to block it, but Blackwell caught him too much by surprise and is too determined to stop. The Silent One’s face meets the mat as Blackwell flips over for the Narcosynthesis, bridging out to finish the move while the crowd boos! “Kibagami got blindsided!” “So? He should have remembered there were three men in the ring. It’s over, man, over!” “Not quite, Bobbie! Look, Kibagami isn’t too far away from the ropes. If he can really stretch his legs out, he might make it!” Grand Slam is right as always, as he was able to position himself pretty close to the ropes before finally going down. The pain in his neck almost unbearable, but Silent is able to put it aside as he reaches out with his leg, the crowd chanting his name. “SI-LENT! SI-LENT! SI-LENT! SI-LENT!” “I have to say, Bobbie, hearing that name being chanted by the fans is… just odd.” “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll get used to that any time soon.” In the ring, the former Clan member reaches out, his foot clipping the bottom rope… but the Judge pushes the rope away with his foot! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! With the ref not able to do anything since it’s a totally legal tactic, Kibagami grimaces, not able to do anything else in his power to get out of it. Finally, in the interests of his neck and career, he does it. “I give up.” It’s almost at whisper level, but Matty Kivell is close enough to hear it and points at the timekeeper for the bell! *DING DING DING* “The second elimination of the match, via submission… NATHANIEL KIBAGAMI!” The crowd furiously boos as Nathaniel quickly slides out and exits the ring, obviously not content with his elimination. While he walks up the ramp the Judge, still a bit tired from the beating he took, looks over at the rising Blackwell. “That’s the second submission for the Narcosynthesis,” notes Grand Slam as the Judge is the first to react to the other, holding out his hands for a test of strength, “He’s caused both eliminations tonight, which is definitely something you’d expect from a former World Champion.” “Yeah, and I’d be pretty worried about being the hat trick if I were the Judge right now.” Blackwell looks at the Judge for a second, and decides to accept the it, carefully putting his hand closer and closer to the Judge’s… and grabs it! They quickly lock up the second hand and they go chest to chest trying to overpower the other. The Judge is tired, but he still holds a size and strength advantage. He begins to push him backwards, and Sacred bends backwards as the Judge presses forwards, forcing him into a full bridge! A few of the people in the crowd cheer for the amazing athletic maneuver. But the former World Champion begins to come back, and he slowly but surely returns to the start position, where he promptly ends the challenge by giving a knee right to the guy of the old man. Hearford doubles over a little, and adjusting his hands a little Sacred maneuvers behind the Judge while holding onto his arms in the process for a straitjacket hold. Before the Judge can counter, the former World Champion hurls him over the top for a massive Straitjacket Suplex! ONE! TWO! THREENO! The Judge, once again, barely gets free! “Great flexibility shown there by Blackwell, and he nearly pinned the Judge with that Straitjacket Suplex. Hearford better show some life or this match is going to be over much sooner than he hoped for.” The old man holds his head as he slowly gets up to his feet, but Sacred is a little stronger at the moment, and beats him up. The former World Champion nails him in the head with a blunt forearm, knocking him backwards. Nailing him with forearm strikes, Blackwell forces him backwards into the ropes, and Blackwell grabs his arm for a whip. But instead of hurling the Judge towards the ropes, it’s Justice doing the whipping as he uses his size to reverse the move. Sacred comes off the rebound, and as he runs back the Judge wraps his arms around his throat for a standing sleeper! Blackwell grips at his throat as the Judge keeps the hold firmly fixed, keeping valuable oxygen from the former World Champion’s head. “A sleeper by the Judge, and it can’t be long before the Judge locks in a body scissors…” “And after that, it’s over. I mean, Sacred can’t possibly get to the ropes with the Judge latched onto his back.” With that on his mind, Sacred pushes towards the ropes with all his might. The Judge can’t seem to hold him back, and the smaller man reaches the ropes. But instead of latching on, he scales them with his feet, hoping onto the first rope, then the second before flipping off and over the top of the Judge! The old man hits back first as Sacred is bridged over, pinning him with the hold still applied! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEENO! The Judge release the hold, and the former World Champion gets a courtesy pop for the inventive pinning maneuver. “A classic counter they by Sacred. I haven’t seen that one in quite a while. To say the least, he’s been taking the Judge to school so far.” Not getting much rest out of the hold, Hearford gets back up to his feet, with Sacred in close pursuit. He locks up, instantly dominating the hold with his power. He pushes Blackwell backwards towards the corner. Blackwell doesn’t seem to put up much of a struggle, and as they near the corner he tries to spin them around to trap the Judge. But the Judge knows this trick, and they spin around full circle, putting Blackwell in the corner. He breaks the grapple with him quickly and begins peppering him with knife-edged chops. CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! With that final chop he pushes Sacred, now clutching his dress-shirt clad chest, out of the corner. The former World Champion stumbles a little forwards before the Judge catches him with a waistlock, and the man desperately sandbags to no avail as he brings him up and over for a Bridging German! ONE! TWO! THNO! He kicks out, and the Judge gives a frustrated sigh. ”A small surge of offense from the Judge, but it wasn’t enough to get even a strong three count.” “Yeah, but he has control of the match. If he can keep it, Sacred won’t be able to last long against power like his.” The Judge yanks him off the ground and puts him right into a lockup, quickly kneeing him in the guy. He puts a front facelock on the Sacred One and prepares for a suplex, but the veteran grapevine’s Justice’s leg. He gets his leg free and tries again, but once again it’s blocked. Frustrated, he gets his leg free again and finally gets Blackwell up into the air… but the WF Veteran spins around and lands behind the old man. Hearford spins around to get a kick to the gut, and Andrew Blackwell locks on a front Headlock! “This could be it! He’s got him set up for Cruel Fate!” He puts one leg forwards, prepared to kick out… but the Judge grabs him right around the ribs. Before Blackwell can react the Judge lifts him up and bridges backwards, planting him into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! Matty Kivell goes down to count the pin… ONE! TWO! THRNO! Sacred kicks out! Oddly enough, though, the Judge doesn’t break the bridge. Instead, he actually flips over, and picks up Sacred again. He turns around and hits him with a second Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TWO! THREENO! Blackwell kicks out again, a little weaker than the last time, though. But once again the Judge flips right over Blackwell, landing on his feet and picking him up again. He turns around and delivers a THIRD NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! THREEEEENO! Blackwell kicks out for a final time, and this time the Judge just drops the bridge, giving an audible “Damn!” as he pants, pushing off the ground. “Wow! I’ve never seen a Rolling Northern Lights Suplexes before!” exclaims Grand Slam, “These two are really pulling out everything in their repertoires to put the other man down.” The Judge is panting as he gets back up, the last move taking a lot out of him. He brings up Sacred, who looks much worse than he did before. He gives him a sharp chop across the chest, pushing him back and allowing him to grab Blackwell’s wrist for a whip. He tosses the man across the ring, and he lines him up for a huge lariat… that misses! The Sacred One ducks under it, and as he comes back off the ropes again he leaps up into the air, wrapping his legs around Hearford’s neck. He snaps his back backwards, and the Judge flips over, landing back down as Sacred grabs one of Justice’s legs to complete the Hurricanrana! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEENO! ‘Judge Mental’ manages to kick out, and the Sacred One is beginning to show his own frustration. He hits his head once against the mat before getting up, and he quickly pulls the Judge into a few hard forearms. Using the chance, he whips the Judge at the ropes, and as the big man bounces off he spins him around and lines him up in Piledriver Position… … But the Judge kicks his legs, and the Sacred One bends backwards as the Judge lifts him up, and does a spinning leap before planting him into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver! The crowd’s reaction is mixed, the crowd not knowing who to like or dislike. The Judge, with a weary smile quickly hooks the leg of Sacred as Matty Kivell dives down for the final pinfall… ONE! TWO! T H R E E E EEEEEEEENO! NO! SACRED KICKS OUT! “I can’t believe it! Sacred kicked out of the Verdict!” Neither can the Judge, who looks at Matty Kivell and shows him three fingers, to which the ref responds by showing off two. The old man pounds his fist against the mat, frustrated as all get out with Blackwell. The Judge pulls Blackwell up hastily and fires off a hard punch into Blackwell’s cheek. He follows up with another one, full of rage, and another one… that’s deflected! Blackwell blocks it with his forearm and nails him in the face with it! He hits him again and again and again, backing him against the ropes and allowing for an Irish whip. The Judge bounces off and comes back, and Blackwell catches him, spinning him around before dropping him right on his knee! “Ouch! Blackwell nails a Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker, and Sacred has resorted to using Irish a lot in the last few minutes.” “Yeah, probably because he needs to use the momentum to lift a guy like Hearford now. He’s still bigger than Sacred and this late in a match, after taking the punishment that he just can’t lift him on his own.” The Judge is left arching his back on the canvas, and Sacred wastes no time in picking up right back up again. He locks up and looks for a headlock, but instead the Judge ducks his head in, and Sacred’s arm slides right off, turning him around and allowing the Judge to cinch… nothing! The WF veteran quickly locks in a ¾ Headlock and runs forwards, leaping up and falling right back down as he hits a Running Diamond Cutter! The Judge is floored, and Sacred takes a chance. He runs towards the nearest turnbuckle, leaping up to the second buckle, then over towards the top rope, and from there he takes a massive leap…. “SUPER MAN THREE!” … right onto nothing! The Judge barely rolls out of the way as Sacred face-plants himself on the mat. The crowd gives an “Ooooh” after the big miss, and neither man moves for a moment. Matty Kivell looks down at the two men, and after seeing no effort to get up he starts the 10 count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The Judge starts to move first, slowly crawling towards Sacred… FIVE! He slowly rolls him over… SIX! And makes the cover! Kivell immediately goes down to make the count! ONE! TWO! T H R E EEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO! Sacred puts a shoulder up again! The crowd actually gives a small pop at the show of endurance by Sacred, and the Judge just doesn’t even look up at Kivell, who once again shows off two fingers. The Judge pounds his fist on the ground, but he slowly begins to get up again, pulling up Sacred with him. He goes to do… something, but even before he can try anything Blackwell manages to lock on the front headlock again! “CRUEL FATE!” “-BLOCKED!” Yes, the Judge manages to break the headlock, giving a sharp knee to the gut to Blackwell for his effort. He puts the doubled over Andrew in a standing Head Scissors, and he grabs both of the disabled man’s arms, putting them into straitjacket position. He strains once, trying to pick up Muzz… and fails. He tries twice… And fails. He tries a third time…. And with a mighty bellow the old man flips the former World Champion over and sits backwards, nailing his trademark Pyramid Driver! “Capital Punishment! The Judge hit his big finisher!” “Christ, after seeing Muzz kick out of what he already has, I wonder if even THAT will keep him down.” An instant cover, Matty Kivell goes down to make the count. ONE! TWO! T H R E E E E E EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *DING DING DING* The Judge releases the hold and falls backwards, panting heavily after the grueling match. Kivell comes over and jerks him up by his arm as “Testify” hits the speakers to a booing crowd. He stumbles about, looking as though he could fall over at any second, but thankfully doesn’t, stepping slowly through the ropes and walking up the ramp. “Wow, what a match! Everyone in that ring put forth everything they had.” “Yeah, Jesus. I thought Silent was the unstoppable one, but man, Sacred just refused to go down in the end.” “Indeed. Well, up next is Danny “Deathwish” Williams vs. TNT, which should definitely be a barnburner. We’ll be right back in a moment after this brief break!” *FADE TO PROMO*

I just got my match in, so that makes three for the 4 way. And I really, REALLY hope you aren't referring to what I think you are, King :(:(:.

Dude, man, it's no problem. You're burnin' out. That'll hurt you more in reality than here. Feel free to take some shows off: Just send Zed, Pete, or Thoth a PM. That's all. You don't suck, you just need a break. It's really no problem .

To note: The only people to say they weren't bio-weapons labs are guys looking from a purely technical standpoint and not having access to any other intelligence. Their main site is the lack of sterilization equipment... but then again, the places were found completely sterilized. It's not as though they couldn't have removed it or such. And the intelligence community still seems to support the idea of them being used for Bio-Weapons. This doesn't sway me too much.

Perfectionists... aren't we all?

Ah, thank you. My dialup makes it incredibly hard to find that stuff, and I normally just get the paper. At any rate, if he was bluffing the whole time about having them, how are we at fault? We legimiately thought that he had them, he put on the facade that he did himself, and it backfired. Why wasn't it right to assume he didn't have them when he acted and portrayed that he did himself? If that story is completely true, he really just hoisted his own petard.

Congrads. You've taken one thing that's been infinitely blown out of proportion and on case of mistaken identity, neither of which were the fault of the president, and pushed the blame on him. Tyler, you aren't taking the line of "Bush falsely sent our boys over there and now they are coming home in body bags" that the Democrats have become so fond of as of late, are you? Because, once again, there are many other ways to justify the invasion if you would like me to. Wasn't there an article out a while back from an Iraqi scientist who said that Iraq went on a crash course to destroy all their weapons while France delayed in the UN, hoping that that would stop an invasion against him? I know I saw somethign like this, but I'd like some confirmation on it.

Okay. "Evidence which was used against the suggestions of the CIA and other people, who proved it wrong far before the SOTU address." And what about the "trailers", Marney? He told us ad nauseum that those trailers were used to create biological weapons. http://www.nytimes.com/2003/08/09/internat.../09WEAP.html?hp ...Wait! Tyler, not all of us are registered at the NY Times. I'm guessing this is an article where they say that the trailers were for fertilizer, right? Three questions: Why would you have mobile labs for making fertilizer? Why were the things absolutely spotless and sterile when they were found? And lastly, why in God's name were they found buried in the ground? Why hide a trailer for making fertilizer?

OMG WTF?!!@!# JUDGE BIENGZ NEEDING EXTNETSION TIL FOR!!!#*!@()#

That's not right. Tyler is actually Howard Dean.The college kid is an elaborate rouse to campaign on this message board. What's up Howie! I have nothing to add to the topic, but I'd like to say I laughed pretty hard at this one.