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A few, actually. If you look at Annie Eclectic and Sydney Sky, both of who were formidable in the SWF and SJL respectively, so it wouldn't be anything new.

Allow me to take time out of my day to say: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

There's really no need, because, on further inspection, ALL of them are gone. Two of them broke up, and two of them are missing members. So just post whatever you feel like, no one will say 'Already got it'.

Hey guys, start sending me your match requests today, warn me about promos you're doing for the show, and other stuff like that so I can get the show up early.

Alright, a better way of putting this: If a Neo-Nazi group destroys a Holocaust Museum with no one in it, is it arson or terrorism? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> A Hate Crime, I have seen reports of churches and/or jewish temples being burned by fuckheads, and never once was the "terrorism" card dealt. I am not saying "eco-terrorism" can't exist, but IMO, burning an SUV is not an act of terrorism, it is vandalism. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> That's ignoring the point and trying to devalue it. We aren't talking about simple "Burning of an SUV". We are talking the destruction of an entire apartment complex, and threats of violence and murder. This is not terrorism to you? Edit: What does it take to cross over from "Hate Crime" to "Terrorism"? Isn't 'Murder' one of the most cited uses of 'Hate Crime' legislation?

Alright, a better way of putting this: If a Neo-Nazi group destroys a Holocaust Museum with no one in it, is it arson or terrorism?

Did you actually read the article? That's not terrorism?

... I knew I'd screw these up. Sorry about that, I wrote these up at 3 AM and I was just trying to get to bed. I appologize. :-\ Edit: Just editted it. Is this okay?

This is the problem of trying to make up a clip show at the last minute... Well, I read all that, I just never noticed the prelim thing before. Personally, I wanted to have more people, but I really didn't want a mini-Clusterfuck as much as I wanted a BR Tourney. I kinda like the idea... but we're just gonna keep it as is. We have a great deal of it planned out and this just makes it easier and ties up a person for one less show. Sorry, #9. :-\

He looks like he has a mustache painted on.

It was? Hm... I might change that. You'll know in a few hours.

http://www.democrats.org/a/national/economic_growth/ See bullet point #2. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> It's nice to say those things, but I think if you look at just about every article below that, you can understand why. Saying "You can't trust Republicans with your money" is a bit different than saying "Democrats: Fighting for a balanced budget".

Due to a scheduling mistake, we had to make up a show. But... we think we are gonna keep this sort of format (Even if we change the dates). Raynor and I did the brief (VERY BRIEF) clip-show/recaps. Any comments?

Hooray for Thread-merging powers!

SWF Storm returns from another mind-numbing commercial break, showing the home audience a frankly unimpressive shot of the show’s live audience. These people aren’t exactly happy that they spent their hard-earned money on a promo show, and their demeanor isn’t above to improve any when the lights are suddenly cut out... “HEY HEY!” *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” In fact, they get downright angry when they hear the intro to Atake FDD’s “Tu Final”, accompanied by a burst of red, white, and green pyro that explodes upwards from the stage. A moment later, illuminated by a single spotlight, El Luchadore Magnifico bursts through the pyro-induced smoke, the World Title wrapped around his waist and his Mexican Flag flapping gracefully behind him. The scowl that he usually wears during his entrance is nowhere to be seen, and in its place is a jubilant, cheerful grin, which only makes the already-irritated crowd even angrier. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the SWF World Heavyweight Champion...” Funyon pauses, allowing the crowd to boo that last part, “EL LUCHADOOOOOOOOOOOORRE MAGNIFIIICOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico reaches the ring and rolls beneath its bottom rope, then pops to his feet within the confines of the squared circle. He steps into the center of the ring, and, while unwrapping the title from around his waist, looks out over the crowd with that same infuriating grin. Suddenly, he thrusts both the title and his Mexican Flag high into the air, doing so as the lights are suddenly turned back on throughout the arena. ELM observes the booing and now-visible crowd for a moment, then puts the title up on his shoulder, sets the flag in a nearby corner, and signals for a microphone. A lackey fetches him one, and the entire arena seems to collectively groan as Magnifico begins to pace around the ring, measuring his words carefully. “Looks like Magnifico, off of a glorious victory over Spike Jenkins two days ago at Ashes 2 Ashes, is ready to address the masses.” King cheerfully hypothesizes. “Such a generous man. He should still be out celebrating, but he takes time out of his day to speak to us. Simply inspirational.” “I severely doubt that ELM’s intentions are anything but selfish.” LDP counters. “He’s here to gloat. Nothing more, nothing less.” After a few moments’ consideration, ELM steps into the ring, suddenly looks up, and begins to speak. “Looks like you guys backed a loser again, huh?” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Magnifico chuckles. “Yes, I suppose I’d be upset too. After all, you were sure that Danny Williams would beat me, and I proved you wrong. Then, even though he was in the middle of the slump to end all slumps, you thought Spike fucking Jenkins would be able to defeat me and take the title.” “Quite honestly, that’s an insult, and I was more than happy to prove you wrong again.” ELM looks down and considers his words once more as the crowd seethes. “Well, that’s alright.” Magnifico reassures the audience. “After all, I’m far beyond the point where I give a damn what you think anyway.” “What I’m just curious about is when you’ll give up.” ELM states. “How many people will I have to beat until you finally realize that there’s no one in this federation even near my level? That there’s no white knight who’s going to ride in, defeat the big bad luchadore, and make all your hopes and dreams come true?” Magnifico pauses and smirks, enjoying the boos and taunts pouring in from every part of the arena. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” ELM shrugs. “That’s okay. I know it’ll simply be a matter of time until you accept my way of thinking. One day, you’ll wake up, and you’ll realize that I was right all along. That no one who bows at your feet and begs for your approval will ever be as strong as I am.” “Before I go, I’d like to settle something.” ELM states, speaking over the boos of the live audience. “So...Todd Cortez, if you’re back there, come on out.” The surprised crowd instantly quiets down and turns their attention towards the entrance stage, wondering if Cortez is actually going to show up. In the ring, ELM patiently waits, watching the stage as intently as the fans in the arena. Yeah... One for the treble, two for the bass... “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “Oh No” by Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoah Monche hits the speakers, electrifying the crowd and bringing them to their feet to cheer for the arrival of one Todd Cortez. Their excitement only grows when Nate Dogg utters ‘oh no’ for the first time, right before two bursts of pyro shoot upwards from either side of the ramp, their sparks showering down onto the entrance stage as Cortez strides out from behind the curtain. Wary but curious, Cortez quickly makes his way down the ring, keeping his eyes locked on the smiling Magnifico. “Hmm, wonder what this is all about.” King ponders. “Might just be that ELM was well aware of Todd’s desire to congratulate him on his magnificent victory over Spike Jenkins.” “I’m sure that’s exactly what Magnifico had in mind.” Pete rolls his eyes. “Of course, you’d be ignoring the fact that everyone else around here despises the man.” “They’re just jealous.” King dimissively states. “Deep down, they all desire the approval and frienship of our lovable World Champion.” Cortez rolls into the ring, pops to his feet, and signals for a microphone. Cortez gets the mic but doesn’t do anything with it, instead waiting for Magnifico to speak first. “Thanks for joining me, Todd.” ELM greets. He waits for Todd to respond, but Cortez just crosses his arms and waits for Magnifico to continue. ELM shrugs and does just that. “You might recall that shortly before Ashes 2 Ashes, on Smardownoween, we were involved in a six-man tag match.” Magnifico expands. “And...well, you know how it ended.” Cortez raises an eyebrow and waits for ELM to finish. Magnifico scowls, not wanting to have to say what he’s about to say. “...you trapped me in the Street Dreams, and made me tap out.” ELM finally says, the crowd roaring the second he finishes. Cortez cracks a small smile, knowing that Magnifico absolutely hates the fact that Todd made him submit. ELM takes a second to regain his composure and allow the crowd to quiet down before continuing. “That’s why I called you out here, Todd.” Magnifico explains. “When I tapped out, it was the first fall of any kind anyone had gotten on me in over three months. It infuriated me, but I put it out of my mind at the time...I had a World Title defense to think about.” “But I can’t let that stand.” ELM snaps. “You may have made me tap out, but I’ve beaten you one-on-one...which I guess makes us fairly even. And let’s be honest here...” “You don’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as me.” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Todd scoffs upon hearing Magnifico saying that, showing remarkable restraint towards a man who so rightfully deeserves a severe beating. “But until I have one more fall on you then you have on me, that kind of talk will still continue.” Magnifico expands. “Which I want to wrestle you once more...right here, right now!” “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” The crowd’s pretty happy about the possibility of an impromptu match, but Todd isn’t quite as excited. He uncrosses his arms and thoughtfully rubs his chin with one hand, considering Magnifico’s proposal. Finally, he brings the microphone to his lips, and speaks. "You know, I'm tempted. Really tempted. In fact, I'm willing to take you up on your offer..." Cortez pauses to allow the crowd to cheer, which they gladly do. “...but see, you want something from me, so let's play it fair. There's something I want from you." The crowd comes alive once again, as Cortez's eyes focus not on his new nemesis, but on the sixteen pounds of gold dangling over his shoulder. The fans unleash another rousing round of cheers as Magnifico stares coldly at Todd, irritated at Cortez for attempting the blackmail. After a moment, ELM smirks and brings the microphone back to his lips. “Okay...okay, Todd.” Magnifico finally says, his eyes boring holes into Todd’s. “You want a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship? You got it.” “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” “But not tonight.” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” ELM chuckles at the crowd’s reponse before continuing. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to defend my World Title at a moment’s notice. No...no, you’ll get your shot, but it’ll be at the SWF Christmas Pay-Per-View.” The fans cheer a bit, still happy about the title match but not so much about it not being tonight. Cortez’s grin grows as he responds. "You know how it goes, champ. Good things come to those who wait." says Cortez with a smile. "You're lucky I'm a patient man, because it's going to allow you to hold onto that title just a little longer. So do what you've gotta do. Take some photos with it. Stick 'em in your Christmas cards. Once the holidays are over, your reign as SWF World Heavyweight Champion will be too." Cortez turns and starts to walk out of the ring, when ELM suddenly grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. The crowd looks on with baited breath, sure that the two men will exchange blows at any moment. But instead, Magnifico simply gets right in Todd’s face, scowling coldly as he speaks once more. “Let me be completely clear here.” ELM coldly states. “The only reason you’re getting this match is because you need to be shown that I’m better than you...that I’m better than everyone else in this federation. That’s all.” Todd absorbs what Magnifico has to say, looks him up and down...and then smirks confidently before turning and exiting the ring. As Cortez makes his way up the entrance ramp, Magnifico simply stands in the ring and looks after him, his scowl growing more menacing the further Todd climbs up the ramp as we... *FADE TO BLACK* ------------------------------------------------------ SWF Aftershocks © November 10th, 2005 A Raynmaker Production© ------------------------------------------------------

The camera fades back from the crowd to the studio, where Ben Hardy sits waiting behind an anchorman desk. He gives a hearty smile to the camera and starts to speak. “Hello and welcome to SWF Aftershocks! Tonight, in our special Post-PPV edition of SWF programming, we’ll be filling in the public on what happened this last Monday at Ashes to Ashes. For those of who didn’t buy it, you missed one hell of a PPV!” The camera fades back from the crowd to the studio, where Ben Hardy sits waiting behind an anchorman desk. He gives a hearty smile to the camera and starts to speak. “Hello and welcome to SWF Aftershocks! Tonight, in our special Post-PPV edition of SWF programming, we’ll be filling in the public on what happened this last Monday at Ashes to Ashes. For those of who didn’t buy it, you missed one hell of a PPV!” The camera turns left, as does Ben Hardy, and picture in picture shows up on the screen. Inside the box: Wildchild, Todd Cortez, Johnny Dangerous, and Marcus Ward, the two teams staring each other down. “At Ashes to Ashes, one of the most emotionally charged matches of the night was between the former teammates Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous. Having been at odds in recent shows, both wrestlers had requested a match at Ashes to Ashes. Of course, the Commissioner didn’t trust them in a singles match, so he put them together with two of the toughest wrestlers in the SWF today to make sure that they didn’t completely kill each other.” He turns to face camera right. “These two were Todd Cortez, a man who had previously beaten World Champion El Luchadore Magnifico, and Marcus Ward, who had beaten Todd Cortez, who had beaten… er…” Hardy fumbles with his notes for a second before collecting himself. “Well, all four men were looking for a fight, and they got one at the Tokyo Dome! Both teams had some spectacular hard hitting moves…” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “But at the end of the night,” says Hardy as the last clip fades out, “there was only one team that could win. It all came down to this exciting conclusion…” * * * * * * * * “Indeed, with Todd Cortez and Wildchild securing the victory, one can only wonder about the consequences. When will Wild and Dangerous finally be able to get a fair chance at each other? What will happen with Todd Cortez, who has now both a win over the World Champion and an impressive PPV win? Just stay tuned and we may just find out!” Fade to Commercial

"Spike Jenkins may not have won," says Hardy, as we come back to the studio, "but I think he proved to everyone backstage, and to the fans, and certainly to Magnifico, that he can still hang with the best of them." Pause... change angles... turn into camera-REEEOWR! "Whose cat is this?!" "That's another grand!" "God damn it!" ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** ***THE SWF IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE STAND BY*** We come back to the studio, where Sexton Hardcastle stands center-screen, like he's been there all night. "Coming up next, we hear from the man who retained the SWF World Heavyweight Championship, El Luchadore Magnifico! Stay tuned, folks!" Fade to commercial...

As we return to SWF Aftershocks, the camera pulls in on Ben Hardy, who idly leans against a television monitor and scratches his nose. "BEN!" "Huh? Wh-Oh! Oh God! Um... hi! Hello! Welcome back to Aftershocks!" Offscreen, you can almost hear the numbers falling off his paycheck. "In the Main Event of Ashes to Ashes, reigning Champion El Luchadore Magnifico took on "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins, in what was shaping up to be a fairly controversial match. In the weeks leading up to the show, Spike Jenkins's luck took a turn for the worse, and he began racking up more losses than anyone would care to remember. Many fans and SWF Superstars were angry that Spike was still their number one contendor after falling into such a funk. When Ashes to Ashes finally rolled around, many people were worried - the wrestlers, the management, the fans... would the marquee match of the PPV end up a flop?" Pause... change angles... turn into camera-BONK. "Ow!" "You just lost another grand, Hardy!" "Come on, Pat, I've got kids to feed!" "No you don't!" ... "El Luchadore Magnifico's return to the SWF has proven to be one of his most successful runs to date, and he openly mocked Spike Jenkins two shows before the Pay Per View, causing him to lose to Ghost Machine by countout... it was clear that the World Heavyweight Champion did not view his challenger as a threat." Pause... change angles... pray you don't screw up... turn into camera.... "Well, that turned out to be a big mistake. Spike Jenkins came into Ashes to Ashes with his game face on, and he shocked the fans and the world by giving El Luchadore Magnifico a real run for his money..." "However, as the match wore on, Magnifico fell back on old habits to turn the tide..." "And Spike, ever resourceful, found a way to do just that... "Soon after, Magnifico managed to lock on the Sangria Stretch... but Spike Jenkins wasn't about to quit..."

"So, what now?" Jay Hawke's question is the one on the mind of all of Cucaracha Internacional. It's the question on the tip of all of their tongues. Only thing is, he's the only one who's summoned himself up to actually say it, while his supposed 'leader' sits silently in his plane seat, first class of course, staring blankly at a copy of GQ Magazine. It's what all the kids are reading. "We go back to America." replies Landon flippantly, trying to avoid the subject. "And then what?" "And then we put ourselves and our careers into the hands and personal whims of the beloved booking commitee!" Maddix finally snaps, tossing the magazine at his feet. "You go back to being International Champion, JJ goes back to being the Cruiserweight Champion and I go back to being routinely screwed over week in and week out. Only, now, I have the 'pleasure' of having to deal with a certain Max King. Again. So I spend a month professing my hatred for the guy, we brawl around some arenas, call each other some names, maybe have a pull-apart brawl or two...I haven't decided on that quite yet...while all the while, title shot after title shot passes me by and goes to useless waste of space nobodies like Wildchild and Spike Jenkins and Johnny Dangerous." Each name Maddix says is in disgust. Hell, everything he's said ever since Ashes 2 Ashes came to an end has been in disgust. He's a very bitter young man you see. "So, that's it then?" Hawke eventually asks. "TKO win?" Maddix turns to Hawke and shrugs. "Just like that?" "Look at it like this, Jay. Were the belts worth the hassle? Was being the SWF World Tag Team Champion really, honestly, worth all the running around trying to actually hold the damn straps?" "It's a belt. That's what the business is about, holding belts." Affording himself a little chuckle, Maddix shakes his head. "Jay, Jay...you've a lot to learn, kid." "I'm eight years older than yo..." "If you're ever going to reach those stars that you're aspiring towards, you've got to get you priorities in order my friend. We're sitting on this plane, looking at a long haul back to America. The food sucks, we're going to have days of jetlag to get over, the in-flight movie is some crappy prequel with Wes Davenport in the leading role." Hawke shudders. "I'm sore from head to toe. These damn DVT socks are itchy as hell. Everytime I cough, I'm scared I've caught Bird Flu from somewhere...thank you, American media! And for what? To get the piss beat out of me with a ladder, by two Japanese nobodies, for the Tag Team Titles? Was it worth it? Somehow, I don't share your opinion. It's NOT worth it, Jay." "But, what about all the planning, trying to steal the belts back..." "I've been thinkin a lot since then. Look..." Maddix wipes the hair from his eyes and sighs. "King coming back has made me re-assess where my career is going. This time last year, I was competing in the Cold Front Classic Tournament. I won the Cold Front Classic Tournament. I went through hell to get past eight other men, then defeated Toxxic for the World Title. THAT was worth it! Now? What reason do I have to fight HopALong King? Personal gain? Personal hatred? Career aspirations? No. None of them. I'm going backwards, Jay! I'm stuck re-enacting September 2004 when I should be going after the World Heavyweight Title!" "So..." "So? Don't you see Jay? None of it matters. None of it! Does it matter if I beat Max King? Not particularly. Does it matter if I lose...kinda. But not a whole lot. All that matters, to me, is the SWF World Heavyweight Championship! You might be happy with your title or going for the Tag Team Titles. I'm not. I've done that before. Now I want back...back where I was this time last year, back on the track that's going forwards, not back on the track that's backwards to what was once forwards." "I...I'm sorry, you lost me." A sigh escapes someone in the seat in front of the duo, drawing their eyes up to JJ Johnson, who leans over his seat to where his buddies are. And, taking a hefty swig out of a bottle of water, he takes a deep breath before continuing. "He says...he wants...to be the Champion again." "Holy crap!" exclaims Maddix with a smile. "What?" "What?" "...you can TALK!?!" Sighing, JJ slithers back down his seat and can be heard sighing again. Beside Maddix, Hawke casually slinks off to the bathroom, leaving Maddix to take in the enormity of his new-found discovery, as the camera fades out.

We come back to Ben Hardy sitting at his desk, shuffling his notes around. “How was I supposed to know you wanted left? The guy motioned to the other side! What do you MEAN I’m taking a pay cu-“ Suddenly, he turns right into the camera, putting on a fake grin. Signal pay cut #2. “Last night, the location wasn’t the only thing that was foreign,” starts Hardy once again as the picture in picture turns into Landon International and TKO, “The SWF provided a bit of international support, with the Tag Team Champions, Landon International, defending against Hometown heels TKO.” Hardy turns, and the camera cuts to the left. “The newest sensation out of Japan, TKO was looking to make a rather triumphant return to the Tokyo Dome, despite being utterly reviled in their home country. Establishing themselves as a tag threat, they went up against Landon Maddix and International Champion Jay Hawke in a Ladder Match to remember…” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Even after all this, the Tag Champs were still going strong, and with a few great moves of their own, they looked like they were on their way to a hard-fought title retention…” * * * * * * * * “But the night was hardly over, and just as the Tag Champs looked in control, a few familiar faces appeared…” * * * * * * * * * * * * “Well, as the new pair of Tag Team champions, TKO has certainly made an impact in their short time here. But what is Landon International’s response? And who will be the next up-and-comers gunning for the Tag Team Titles? Stay tuned and we’ll find out!”

"Hello again everybody, and welcome back to SWF Aftershocks. I'm Ben Hardy." Pause... change angles... turn into the camera... "A couple of shows before Ashes to Ashes, Marcus Ward was set to go one on one with the infamous Mystery Man, who turned out to be none other than returning SWF star Stryke. Stryke pulled out the win on his first match back, and as a result, was granted a shot at the Cruiserweight Championship." Pause... change angles... turn into the camera... "The man holding that title, JJ Johnson, was more than willing to accept this challenge, making quite a name for himself as a champion willing to face all comers." Pause... change angles... turn into the wrong camera... look confused... recieve pay cut... turn into the right camera... "And so, at Ashes to Ashes, held at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan, one of the most successful Cruiserweight champions in recent memory took on a wild card in the returning Stryke." -=-=-=-=- CUT TO: -=-=-=-=- "Early on in the match, it seemed like Stryke had shaken off his ring rust, and was taking the Cruiserweight Champion to task..." "But in the blink of an eye, the tables were turned, and Johnson had the upper hand." "It seemed like JJ Johnson had the match all wrapped up, but as it turns out, Stryke still had a few tricks up his sleeve..." "Unfortunately for Stryke, his second wind didn't last..." With the string of clips now over, we return to Ben Hardy in the studio. "Stryke put up one heck of a fight, but in the end, it wasn't enough to dethrone the reigning King of the Cruiserweights." Pause... change camera angles... turn... "Coming up later in the show, we'll show you highlights from the amazing ladder match between TKO and Cucaracha Internacional, and we'll also be hearing from Landon Maddix. All that and more coming up, on Aftershocks." Fade to commercial...

Can anyone say fucking PWNED?

Is this honestly adjusted for inflation?

I am utterly fucking amazed that Z remembered how to spell my last name, yet most people I know and have worked with for the last 4 years in college really don't... o.0

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