The Amazing Rando

JERICHO SNAPS~! w00t

I am expecting lighting to strike the center of the stage during Taker's next video.... dammit

Jericho with the matching tights~!

Bischoff + Glasses = STUDIOUS BISCH~!!

i just want to mention that i'd have sex to Stacy's Originals theme... it sounds like something that would be useful in that capacity.

*reads above.... faints* (more comments later)

I have two trains of thought on this subject: 1) If the character is turning...or has that kind of MONSTER feel where they just destroy everything in their path (see: Kane last year), and they want to write a promo where someone gets beat up to help along that story...then fine. Whatever. Same for this...it was just fun hazing...and wouldn't have bothered me. 2) On the other hand...if I would happen to be in a 1 on 1 storyline based around these two guys fighting each other two and nail...I wouldn't want someone ELSE coming in and just randomly attacking EITHER guy...as it would weaken the story. I guess what I am saying is that I think there should be a good reason for the attack to happen - not just to be completely random. These promos were good fun little reasons that weren't exactly meant to be taken TOO seriously.

What does it say in the Book of Todd about things like that, Maddix?

wouldn't that mean that only HVT showed in that bracket then? I would think so...unless Xero really did show.

i meant... in his title... he wrote "Were One of Us" ...and I was stating that it was "Was" ...and just cutting out the rest for no discernable reason. There is also the somewhat comedic "What if God Smoked Cannibus" that floats around the internet.

Joan Osbourne and it's "was one of us" EDIT: For this, and all other "i can't remember who sings THIS?" questions...please refer to Allmusic.com

sorry, Supes... i didn't go back to see who was writing and who wasn't... I thought Duran had mentioned something about not showing/writing or whatever... sorry. 1-7: Craven, MVS, No No Notrious John Duran Note: that means there were 12 no-shows ...my prediction of FIVE was quite the optimistic one.

I was going to ask what exactly she was retiring from? getting naked? snorting coke? HIGHLY unlikely... The only thing she has left to retire from is breathing...and that would make snorting coke quite hard. ...oh wait...she could retire from walking and just spend the rest of her life on her back...she's probably getting good at that by now. (note: I'm such a bastard.

As far as I can tell... Showing: 1-7 -> Craven, MVS, Dace, Aec [(i would think)] 8-14 -> HVT, Coyjiro 15-20 -> Janus, myself, Grap (and Johnny possibly)

for the record... WC clocked in at writing around 725 words an hour... or 12 wpm for 15.7 hours straight. Note: That's insane.

i call finish at 19, 725 ... i didn't break 20K ... but I'm wasn't expecting to write an epic masterpiece either.

my beatings will more than likely be larger in dimension and more frequent... so my chance at getting off on the Welcome Party is nice...as I'm sure hospitals around the globe will know my name if i ever get in the ring with HVT.

About 7 minutes.

*walks into thread* *reads* *chuckles slightly* *reads more* *becomes angered* Walt Disney is not frozen. In fact...quite the reverse... as I believe he was cremated...etiher way... whatever remains of him is buried in southern California... it's on Snopes.com somewhere listed. *reads longer* *chuckles* I am pretty sure that Dreamworks comment was sarcasm...or it should be... though I'd love to watch Katzenberg tear Eisner a new asshole ...for those that might not know... Katz basically credits Eisner with stealing his job as Disney CEO right out from under his nose after the last CEO died in the mid 80s ...for the most part Katz has a pretty good case, as most of the management just below CEO was fully expecting Katz to get the job, and some were highly highly shocked when it was given to Eisner after he basically became a kiss ass to everyone in the company he could. On the positive side - this led to Dreamworks being created On the negative side - Disney has been on quite the downward trend since Eisner took over. It's one of the main reasons I don't like Eisner right now and would like to see someone like Walt come back into the company... a person that knows what makes money - but also what truly entertains. There is a story I love... it's about a meeting a few of the people working on Mary Poppins had with Walt just before he died in 1966. Walt suggested (for the "Supercalifragilistic----" scene) that the waiters be penguins. The people in the meeting mentioned it would probably be best if they wre animated. And Walt just looked up and said "Animate the whole scene! It'd be great!" ...and the others knew he had came up with something special - and it was done. It's now one of the most famous and memorable Disney scenes ever.

i always thought it was "Meep Meep Zip Bang!" as that little child used to say.

i just broke 18K with 4 men left... i'm not going for something terribly long or anything... but I am aiming for a 20-21K finish. I think I can get there tomorrow night.

I am a vampire...but I am also Calista Flockhart...therefore steaks just make me vomit.

i'm not calling myself "the Real Alan Clark" ... but my gimmick has become realitively simple. I will carry a guitar (for the most part) and it can and will most likely be used as weaponry at some point. My forehead is a little less susceptable to bleeding... and head drops won't cause we to want to kill Craig McLennan. So yeah... i'm just sticking with my basic character for now... no more LARGE changes (moveset...maybe...but not for a while)

It’s very somber here. Nobody ever sees this, or if they do…they ignore it. The culture of the area acts as a glimmering façade of the truth. It is why I have come here. The voice of one Alan Clark brings the scene to life – Long Beach, California. It is here where Alan has made his new home. The camera has passed by many decrepit houses, dirt parking lots, run-down clubs, broken down stores…and music coming from every direction. Yes – Long Beach. A place known for it’s musical culture and history… but it indeed hides reality from the casual eye. Alan Clark is seated on his porch, sandals on his feet as he watches cars pass down his street. A few knowingly honk as he looks over his worn front yard and out toward space. Almost cutting off all that is around him. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Bloodshed, Apostle, Disney…they think I don’t know who I am. They have no idea who I really am. They don’t see this face in the mirror every morning and understand what goes through my mind. They weren’t backstage after my first loss, consoling me. They didn’t celebrate my European title wins, and only half-heartedly mentioned my World Title victory that meant so much to me. They didn’t visit the hospital after Craig McLennan dropped me on my head. They didn’t congratulate me for my work during the Genesis Tournament. They saw me as a weirdo. They saw me as different. They thought I had no idea what I was thinking. I know exactly what I am thinking. My entire life has always been spent trying to get away from the truth. My religious family turned against my enjoyment of wrestling…and so when I was able – I ran. When my career almost ended in that gymnasium almost five years ago, I didn’t go home…I changed – thinking that Bloodshed was who I really was. I thought he was the truth. I thought I could survive. But I couldn’t. So I went back – the Apostle reemerged. It wasn’t a mental problem or a sickness. No. It was my choice to see if that was really me. It wasn’t. So I told the world my trauma had worn away…and that Disney wanted me. Wrong. Disney didn’t want me. I wanted them. I went to them with my crazy idea…I had always enjoyed the parks, the movies, everything – I thought cross-promotion could work. I thought that I had something special in my hands. I thought this was the truth. It wasn’t. So one night, as I lay in my bed and I stare at my ceiling – I hear something. I couldn’t describe what it was exactly. Music. Something in those notes told me who I really was. I was Alan Clark. Nothing more. Nothing less. I am myself. I am sick and tired of hiding behind the curtain of false names, false dreams and hopes. I got into this business because I enjoyed it. Five years ago, I had no idea if I would still be wrestling in 2004. I thought by then I would be flipping burgers or trying to get the degree I passed on so that I could travel the US…travel the world…and entertain. That is what I am. I entertain. But this entertainment is purely for myself. I walk through that curtain and I slap the hands of those fans – it’s for me. Somehow I think they know that. And they respect that. Do I respect them for that chance – that chance to give myself a little happiness? Sure. I know how much I used to love sitting in front of the TV and watching two guys fight for honor and glory – but when the match was over…you could see it. You saw them smiling. Even the loser didn’t look completely depressed. They were having fun. Entertainment for the sake of entertainment. Just like I am doing now. I go out there for them – but mostly it’s to give myself the satisfaction of knowing that those people in those chairs and watching all around the world have come to see me and watch me. I feel like I am somebody. I am somebody. I am Alan Clark. Former Champion – Former Bloodshed – Former Apostle – Former Disney Sponsored Wrestler. Always Alan Clark. …Always. Alan’s eyes have never met the camera. He puts his head down in his hands and comes back up…a small tear coming down his cheek, but a smile on his face as he finally looks to the camera. This Sunday – Clusterfuck. 19 Men…and Alan Clark. Whether I win or lose – no matter how long I last. 40 minutes or 40 seconds…2nd or 19th…I will know when I look up into that sold-out crowd whether or not I have done my job. I’ll be watching for Manson, Insane Luchador, Liston, Aecas…the guys whom I’ve spent the last seven months with. Todd Royal…I’ll see you there…. …and to Landon Maddix – you beat me. You took both my titles and as much as I hate looking over your shoulder and seeing Todd pulling the strings…I know one day you will see the truth as well – and you will be your own man. Alan stares into the camera for a moment as the camera slowly fades out…the last image being a slow zoom right into the eyes of the new SWF wrestler. His look shows the truth. SWF Clusterfuck 2004 Believe.

I had a pretty good thread in there.... for a while anyway. I guess. Or not.