The Amazing Rando

Kane was told he was going to beat Taker at Wrestlemania ...i think the first one they did against each other...and Kane actually turned down the win because, I assume, of the streak (though that was when it was like 5-0 or something)

that's some damn good grimy sci-fi shit right there. love it. And I'm willing to throw up some more of my piece if people really want to see it.

Demott vs. Lesnar > Demott vs. Holly ... personal history be damned.

I thought they at least had it on the books, but not used, for a while (the rule i spoke about) ... but i forgot about Nunzio and others. I wish they would bring it back, because it would add some intrigue to people getting attacked before getting to the ring.

As some of you might know, I'm currently 201 pages into a novel that sort of is about IDrinkRatsMilk. It's not about posting on messageboards or anything, but he is pretty much the main character/inspiration for the whole idea. To post a snippet, this is the end to chapter nine. There is a larger chunk of monologue before the first line, spoken by the narrator(named Anthony, or Ant) to David (IDRM), but in the context of this section it doesn't really work.

TEAM 2D

I always enjoyed when the ABC TGIF shows went to Disney World, if they count.

I hope they let him do his full big entrance, that way... 2 or 3 other superstars can come in while he's still drinking a beer. Then he can come in, cane everyone in sight, hit the White Russian Legsweep, and then Shelton can kick him out, or Finlay could toss him out. It would be awesome if that happened. I thought the rule was if you didn't make it to the ring before the next guy came out....you were eliminated.

Even with W&D and the Caddies having a tag match, will they be eligible for the 'Fuck match? (I know you said EVERY SINGLE WRESTLER) ...but I'd like some clarification. I'd also like to know about using people like Donette, SOL, or any of the other uber-low carders... Oh, and this might have been explained before, but is Spike Jenkins still active?

If you go into the OAOAST stats thread...Zack's are the very first ones. Purell afterwards.

My father threw one of those giant joystick NES controllers through a window when I was a kid. Playing Airwolf, I believe. Ripped the cord from the connector, and almost took the actual Nintendo out of the wall with the force of the throw. I might have tossed a controller in my day, but usually only down on the bed or some other place where as to not damage the thing (you learn after seeing something like what my dad did).

Looking back through the archives, I see that sometime over last summer there was already a Ghost Machine 3.0, though I am not sure who was behind that one. I know Flesher was 2.0, though. So would this make the new, probably one-time-only, GM 4.0?

"You wanted to see me, Tom?" Alan Clark stands in the doorway of Tom Flesher's office, his body still looking battered from his championship loss. "Yes, yes. I just wanted to let you know that Ricky Barbosa was in here earlier looking for a match for next week, and one of my many beautiful secretaries informed me that I had already booked the two of you against the Predators next week. You are still a team, right?" Flesher smirks from behind his desk, his feet kicked up as he sips at a martini. "What? STILL? No! NEVER! We were NEVER a team! I don't need that idiot following me around anymore! If you make me his partner next week I am just not going to even show up!" "Really? Let me think about that for a moment..." Flesher takes another sip from his glass and strokes at his chin. "Alright, then since you seem to not want Ricky in your corner next week, you can face off against the Predators alone. And if you fail to show up I will simply void your contract, and I don't think your friends at Disney would like that very much, now would they?" Alan's face is bright red with anger, but he knows better than to take out any aggression physically. "FINE!" "Wait, Alan," Clark spins around just before exiting the office, "if you do happen to find a partner between now and next week, then that's fine with me, oh, but your so-called "Wildcard" friends are banned from ringside during the match. I'm not exactly fond of hearing OAOAST chants during my shows. Understand? Oh, And have a magical week, too." "Yeah, ditto." Alan can be heard mumbling as the scene fades to black.

There is a promo regarding the Clark/Preds match. It'll go up some time today. Expect a PM from me, you two....probably in the next few hours.

Backstage, and Storm is only a few minutes from going on the air. Alan Clark has left Walter Reynolds at Craft Services, and is heading back toward his dressing room. As he walks through the door he finds two hands grab him by the neck of his shirt and toss him against the wall. OOMPH! "You've changed, Clark." The face of Landon Maddix appears as the man holding Alan against the brickwork, and Alan seems shocked. "Land...Landon what are you doing?" Maddix finally drops Alan to his feet and backs away, pacing around the locker room. "You've changed," he repeats, "and don't give me any of this 'wayward value' crap, alright? What were you trying to prove the other night? I saw it. Are you mad at yourself for actually becoming one of my friends? And don't think I don't know how you feel about Stephens, but that is neither here nor there. I went for a long time being spit at and heckled for my actions with Todd Royal. You remember those days, all the shit you gave me day in and day out. Disciple this and Book of Clark that and Wayward whatever, and now look at you. You just can not accept that someone actually cares about Alan Clark anymore." "He doesn't care." Clark and Landon lock eyes, "He just wanted an easy way into the SWF." "You don't know what you are talking about. Have you been reading your mail? Every time we hire somebody they give everyone a heads up about them so if we see them in the hall we know who they are. The kid was trained by a former wrestler. A wrestler that worked for this company. You don't think he could have used that to get in here, even just for a trial match?" "He doesn't care," Alan says it again, this time louder, "I feel like I have Jiminy Cricket running around behind my back and it's disgusting. He's just following me and trying to screw with me." "Jiminy Cricket, eh? I get it now. You've been running around here and the OAOAST doing whatever you felt was necessary. The stuff with Bruce during the summer, I don't even want to know about everything that happened with the Wildcards before I got there. But now it's like your conscience is right behind you every where you go. You know what, Pinocchio, now that I know the truth -- let's just see how long it takes you to become a real boy. Oh, and have fun with Wildchild tonight. I've heard he was a little sore since last week." and with those words, Landon exits, leaving Alan alone, still standing against the wall where he was thrown moments before, a smirk across his face. "Pinocchio...pfff, whatever."

"The Educated Feet of Rollin' Robbie Poffo!"

I was going to do the whole big "show" thing like I did last time, but I'm so burnt out right now that this right here pretty much accomplishes everything that I wanted it to. And yes, everything I just said *WILL* happen, except for maybe that part about the Insane Luchador. ..but I don't know.

"Sure we took a week off, but who cares!" "I do." "And who are you?" Stevie Pree appears on camera, his eyes turned off screen to an unknown figure that soon makes his presence very clear. "I'm your boss, and there's not going to be a Pree Show tonight." "WHAT?" Tom Flesher walks into frame, looking his usual dapper self as he stands over the smaller Pree. "No show tonight. I have an announcement about the Clusterfuck to make, and I don't want your cue-card reading to get in my way." "I don't use cue cards!" replies Pree as a cue card with those words is thrown into frame by an unlucky intern. "They'll edit that out in post, Mr. Fisher." "FLESH-ER. My name is Mister FLESHER. Anyway, the Clusterfuck is coming up and the PR people wanted me to come on your goofy show and talk about it, but I'm not about to subject myself to that. So I'm just going to use your silly air-time to just get these things out of the way..." Tom pushes Stevie to the side and turns toward the camera. "Greetings, SWF audience." his mood changes, "Our annual Clusterfuck pay-per-view is only two weeks away, and I thought I would let a few things slip out a little early. That's just good marketing, I say. First off, as you all should know, Michael Stephens is officially the number one entrant into the Clusterfuck this year thanks to his victory last week. Secondly, I wish to announce that there is going to be a tag team match featuring the newest tag team in the SWF -- The Cadillac Boys -- taking on the oldest tag team in the SWF, yes, Wild & Dangerous..." "Who and who?" Stevie jumps back in front of Tom, who is not amused at the talk show host's complete lack of knowledge of the company. "You don't need to know. The fans know, and that's all I needed to get off my chest, now if you will please --- get...off...me --- excuse me, you can see yourself out of the building. And if I find that other guy, Davey, I'll throw him out too." "You'll never catch me!" Davey Post's voice can be heard from...somewhere...as Tom turns, grumbling, and tries to get away from the camera. "Wait a minute! WAIT!" Stevie screams, causing Tom to turn back around. "Can I at least ask you one question, like...an interview?" Stevie motions with his hand to get a question up in front of him on his cue cards as Flesher turns back around, playing along if it will shut the guy up. "Okay, alright..." he looks over at his card quickly and turns back to Tom, "What are you looking forward to on tonight's show?" "Well, let's just put it this way, Insane Luchador can possibly win his match. He did it once. And I think he's money." and before Stevie Pree can even begin to figure out exactly who or what Tom Flesher was talking about, the scene fades out.

IMDB says 20 mil for Pluto Nash. For reference, Shrek & Shrek 2 combined to pay him only 13 mil.

"And I'll form...The QUAD!"

It's HHHBK! RUN! They've morphed together!!

i have a feeling after HBK was beaten in Syracuse that after the crowd cleared...he kipped up.

HBK has to out-bleed everyone else on the show tonight.

What did the Rock do in Sac? His Rock Concert where he sung that the Lakers would beat the Kings in the playoffs and then what makes it funnier is they actually did it. "Well, I'll be sure to come back when the Lakers beat the Kings in May!!!" Oh Yeah!! The HEAT that generated could have heated the coffee Jericho spilled on Kane.

There's a three minute match in here somewhere... People need to start throwing chairs like it's ECW