The Amazing Rando
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At 27,319 words, it is longer than the Iron Man I wrote in the SWF (did it in a week, naitch) but yours did have two extra tiny matches built into the back end. Only totally about 772 words though, so that's still a crazy 26,537 or so. Right around what mine was. Edit: A quick check puts mine at 26,692. When I first heard someone over here was doing the match, I was hoping it wouldn't be a cop-out, and it wasn't.
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Alan Clark. An empty arena. Alan has been here before, but the circumstances were very different. Alan fought Landon Maddix, promising to knock him out cold in the center of the ring. With the help of the Ordonez Tempest Driverbomb, he did just that. This time, however, it is not about Landon Maddix – or is it? “Everything good, Walter?” Alan is standing in the middle of the ring and staring into the camera, which would seem to be being operated by one Walter Reynolds. Behind him, we can see the arena is completely empty and every single light is on, allowing the viewer at home to see every corner of the building. “Yes, think so.” “Good. Last time I stood in an arena like this I told the world that I was standing in front of every single Landon Maddix fan. Now, it would appear that this arena is full of all of my fans instead. But today, is about the future - the future that is the Insane Luchador and some crazy wheel full of weapons. This has to be some kind of sick joke. This has to be the revenge of Landon Maddix on Alan Clark, for beating him in the Empty Arena, for taking his USJL Triple Crown, for taking his…world…championship. Why else would he put me into a ring surrounded by weapons against the Insane Luchador?” “I don’t know, boss.” “That was a rhetorical question.” A small apology can be heard from the big man as Alan continues. “Rickmen, we haven’t had much of a past together. In fact, we’ve barely even been in the ring with each other. There is one time however, that you were in the ring with me, and you could have done the right thing. SJL Metal, that final show in front of all of our dearest fans and every single wrestler on the roster. Nobody was there to see Landon Maddix walk out with the SJL World Championship. Nobody was there to see me and Landon shake hands and hug and do all that other ‘I love you, man’ stuff. They wanted to see Alan Clark, the HERO, defeat Landon Maddix. You were the referee that night, Andrew. You were not supposed to play fair. That was the biggest night of my career at that point, Andy, and you ruined it and sent me on a downward spiral that I didn’t spin out of until I slammed Landon Maddix’s skull into the middle of this damn ring!!!” Alan’s fists clench as he steps even closer to the camera. “I don’t need weapons to win a match! I might have went after Todd Royal with a chair, and Thugg with everything imaginable, but you would have too. Just like you did with Va’aiga. You tried every trick in the book – and lost. Is this how you are going to make up for that? Are you going to attack me with a chair, a table, a ladder, a pipe, or a freaking candlestick? Michael Alexander has your world title shot in his hands, now. I could have been just like everyone else and whined and cried my way into a so-called ‘rematch’ at Genesis. You could have too. It could be all four of us running around a ring for the biggest prize in the damn company, but because I wanted to be civil about things and EARN my ride back to the top of the mountain, Landon Maddix decided he was going to put me through this. I don’t need weapons to win a match!” Alan repeats, again and again, “I don’t need weapons to win a match. I don’t need weapons to win a match. I don’t care if Mistress Sarah tells us that pool toys are legal, I am not even going to try and compete on –your- level. The World Championship isn’t about hitting someone with a chair, climbing a ladder, or setting yourself on fire. It is about being the best wrestler in the ring and proving it night after night after night. So at Genesis, my first Genesis, I am going to prove that I am the best wrestler in that ring. No… Weapons… Needed… I hope that you, and all of my fans, can live with that. Spin, spin away, Mistress Sarah, and Rickmen…prepare to be rocked.” Fade.
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No worries. That is what I assumed. And anyway, IL would use the rope...probably the same way Michael Hutchence used the belt.
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You don't have to remark that it's OOC. People almost never ever reply to a promo in character in the same thread. They usually just do a new post.
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I would almost bet that Batista will challenge for the title tonight because he "got robbed". He'll lose again, and beat the tar out of Jericho after the match. Punk then cashes in the rematch clause and pins Jericho, once again winning the title due to Batista destroying his opposition. Batista snaps, starts destroying everything that moves, and we end up with Raw's big faces being CM Punk, Rey Mysterio, and Kofi Kingston...and that's it.
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I understand. I am going to change it. Just throw out some good dates/times.
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A few more levels will get him some more Skill points that he can dump into speed/catching. I threw him a PM though. Everything else seems fine, especially if he is trying for power over elusive, as GLB is more geared for the former.
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Just picked up another WR, so that's good.
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Work on strength, carrying, and speed - then put some points here and there into the Possession Tree (like my WR). I am a damn good WR, but the O-Line has to be able to give the QB time, and the QB has to be good enough to hit you (Geru is).
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With the whole "every five minutes a wrestler enters" thing, does that mean that once the last guy enters there will only be five minutes of the match left?
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I would say that's probably it, but I usually mention in the "notes" section of the contract that I am trying to rebuild a team.
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The thing is, I'm not looking as hard for backups as I am for starters. Guys will get plenty of playing time, especially CBs.
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And what annoys me most about them asking for so much a day or a high signing bonus is that cash is almost MEANINGLESS in the grand scheme of things. I mean, shit, my level 30 guys make 3K and I pull a nice profit since I rarely ever have to intense train (for the record, NEVER intense train).
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I know that, but without me signing around 25 new bodies ... Everybody > Us For the record, I have 35 offers on the table, currently.
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Okay, I don't know if it is just cause it's the end of the season or if it's because we kinda have a crappy team or what, but I've sent out probably 80 contracts since I took over and only have one new signee that wasn't either already on the team or on this board asking. It's really fucking pissing me off. I can't build a team with a 41 man roster. I need at least 60 bodies and it is driving me up the wall. Should I look into filling gaps with CPU players?
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what about the QB? 200K?
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How much exactly do you need?
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done and done. We also finally got an acceptance, a lvl 21 Free Safety so I can start cutting deadweight when the playoffs are over.
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Anybody else? I'm playing WCW and trying my best to throw money out to anyone that might help us in the division. So if you need a little extra cash to help with training just ask here or PM me here or there or whatever.
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I'm my team's big WR and I have like 2, but then again we have a good HB. THEN AGAIN, we suck. Poor us. Edit: My lvl 2 QB had his first game just now in the D Leagues. 4th string, went 6/10 for 61 yards and a TD. QB Rating 111.
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I didn't see it fair that you were getting paid such a low amount especially since you are "the" WR on the team, all the others notwithstanding. When someone gets around lvl 23 if I don't see it let me know so I can rework things so equipment can be upgraded.
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Day 40 is going to be a huge day, so everyone has a week until doomsday. I will probably be making a few cuts here and there and hopefully picking up more than a few mid-level players to support some of the larger holes. CPU players will definitely be out on their ass.