The Amazing Rando

Christ, PK...i'm a moron. Oh well... Yell out your window...i'll be there in five minutes. *Grabs hot tar and a Porky Pig mask*

You live in California... yell out your window and wait five minutes. Somebody will show up. I suggest method #29.5 ...the .5 is for Bob Barron, you can use your imagination for the rest.

^ that's something you need to look at. I'm glad I don't do that... I wouldn't have a job right now.

I voted TF...though M.A.S.K. (The first two seasons) were fun as well. "M-M-M-MASK...always riding hot on Venom's trail..." damn that song rules.

Watch as Vadersault takes off his mask and reveals himself to be Treble Charged...or a giant red sock. I can see either being CWM's dad, really.

I'm not sure how they can "bury" Paul Bearer in concrete without making it look unrealistic, unless you know... OH MY GOD! They are going to kill him for REAL!!! *tells authorities...and they laugh at me*

actually... the "Smart" in that e-mail address stands for "Southern Metrosexual Art" ... kinda like INTERPOL, NASA, or the CIA, but much more ghey. He just marks for pictures of hillbillies wearing eyeshadow.

Dead Man Walking!! "And as his eyes burst aflame in the electric chair...the children around the world wept a tear of joy."

Commentators: Like I said before, I really have no problem changing them or keeping them the same barring that everyone gets some kind of refresher on how to write the characters. Even giving us those little descriptions only helps us a little. Like, if you had Frost as an announcer, it stands to my reasoning that someone like Flesher would be able to hit the character perfectly because of all the former interaction between the two IC and OOC. Not everyone will be able to do that. Most of the last JL crop can look at those ideas and say "well, I've heard OF them" but that's about it. The true n00bs are completely in the dark. So if you decide to do it, Z...give everyone a refresher in character and also (as Toxxic stated I believe) a grace period to work with them. Genesis V: I think since it is UNCANNY for an e-fed to go five years...that this show should be like Wrestlmenia X in stature and the way we go into it. Maybe bring in extra special commentators and possibly have the Countdown be a "Top 10 (or 5, or whatever) Moments In Genesis History" along with interviews from the wrestlers that were there then and are here now, along with maybe a Legends Match or something. See if you can find two to four veterans and bring them in for a one-shot. It might be fun, then again, it might be hard to pull off. Also, you could always make the Year End Awards part of the show as well.

“Okay man, I’ll see you Monday…” As the scene fades up, Alan Clark can be seen placing a cellular phone back into his jacket pocket. It does not take long to see that the cameraman has found Alan sitting on the roof of his bus, doing nothing in particular. “My heart just hasn’t been in it recently…” Alan begins to address the camera, “My only goal was to defeat Landon Maddix. Nothing more…Nothing less. There is only one championship I have cared about for the past few weeks, and it is the tag team championship. I came so close before…and the loss hurt. I’m not looking for a rematch, not yet. My tag partner and myself have had no other tagging time since that night, and well…we need more. I have questioned Zenon repeatedly, but with a tag division in disrepair…I have had to wait for the opportunity.” Suddenly, Alan’s phone rings once more, and he quickly pulls it back out and clicks it on. “Hello…” … “Yes, glad to hear from you…” … “Oh really? Great!” … “Monday night…be prepared…” … “Seeya…” Clark hangs up and puts the phone away before going back to the camera. “Sorry about that, just a little business I needed to take care of. Now, where was I? Oh yes! Like I said, I just haven’t been as motivated as I once was. Walking through that curtain seems nearly a chore to me, and as much as I love the fans and as much as I know they love me…it gets harder every single night. But what you just heard on the phone is something I’ve been waiting these last few weeks for. What you just heard is my motivation to get back in that ring and work toward my goals and be the success people believed I could be. I might have lost the touch I once had, but I feel so very close to regaining it. All I can really say is… Wayward Son Pride… Believe it.” With those words, Alan lies back on the bus roof and stretches his arms out, looking toward the sky as the scene fades to black.

Mick Foley. I would ask him what he would be doing now if he hadn't been a wrestler, I'd ask him if he remembers when he truly realized how much of a cult following he had (i guess some time in ECW), and i would ask him if he exacerbates now that he has no real big matches left.

Aecas vs. Thor (i believe) from sometime in the JL...I remember that because Aec lost, and his losing match should have left both men (or at least Thor) dead.

I'm a Pornstar was odd... "Yeah, we do gay porn films. Our girlfriends want to see them but we won't let them."

you'd be five cents richer, I'm sure.

6 is HHH. He's used the Bridging Deathlock numerous times (I think he did it against Booker T at one point during that feud)

"I have no idea who this guy is, Vince...I think he said his name was Roy Mistsomethingorother. Where's that Mordecai fellow, I feel a match coming on!"

Maury rules for any time he brings that big mofo Moses on the show to mess with kids. My vote goes to Dr. Phil.

I'm free and I need a good job... I also have a Mass Comm and writing degree... Okay...so where do I send my resume? I would even be willing to kiss his ass in front of him and work my tail off to do real shit behind his back. Who knows...weirder shit has happened in the WWE.

I have no real pull either way as far as the teams go, but the face/face team sounds intriguing as one to write...giving the heels no real commentating support. Writing Chris Wilson = (Y)

when I had to do Justice/Rule/Annie ... i always looked at J&R as one working against Annie, who just bitchslapped them around (mostly Ejiro though), and it didn't bother me. It probably would now though, since I don't do script style anymore.

but it is ALWAYS after midnight. Always.

I knew it.

“I just can’t believe it…” The tone in his voice is stern and he can’t believe what he has to do now. Only twenty-five minutes ago he was sitting in his hotel room, calmly watching the news as he tried to doze off to sleep. He wasn’t expecting the news flash to hit the screen. “…a large man had became enraged at a local arcade and violently tossed a change machine through a plate glass window and into the middle of the mall, frightening many small children and a few elderly.” The voice of the news anchor repeatedly runs through his head as he rounds the corner of the mall, his eyes catching the first glimpses of glass shattered across the ground. Up ahead he sees a large change machine busted, quarters lying all around. He drops his head and continues walking, and looking through the broken glass he sees the large figure standing over two policemen, both keeping a safe distance as they question the man. He seemed Kong-esque, as though he could toss the two like barrels should a plumber find his way into the area. “Now, can you tell us again why you threw that machine through the window?” “I’m sorry, okay? Kyo was roughing me up and I had to run and get change! I was hoping nobody would take the machine, but these two little girls, that I know have absolutely no idea what they are doing, jump into the game and take it from me just before I could get back there! I tried to tell them I needed to play and I was nearly finished, but they just giggled and restarted! I worked over three hours to get there and it got ruined in under five seconds!” “So you threw the machine through a window?” “If you understood what I was –“ “Excuse me.” The voice comes from behind the officers, turning they find Alan Clark staring at the damage around him. He can see where children flung their tickets as they ran in horror of the behemoth, it seems one girl or a confused young boy even dropped a giant pink whistle that must have taken at least 75 tickets to procure. ***** ***** Nearly an hour earlier, Edward James had been working his way into the upper echelons of the King of Fighters. A few more good fights and he would be champion, but alas…the difficulty was growing too fast for poor James to handle, and he found himself on the wrong end of Kyo’s hands several times. His quarter stash was dwindling and he knew that if he continued his losing streak, he would be forced to hurry his way over to break change and then rush back, hopefully beating the timer and continuing his quest. “dammit!” He was out of quarters. With the clock ticking, Edward rushes for the change machine and throws a five in, his quarters clink out and he snatches them up, counting down the seconds in his head. Little did he know that as he turned around… “hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe…” Giggling. Female giggling. Teenage giggling. “Shit.” Two girls had taken over the machine! The lumbering James took off and tried to push them aside, but their angst ridden auras pushed him back as they continued to giggle, wondering exactly what they were staring at as the clock ticked down closer and closer to zero. “What is this? Some kind of fighting game?” “Who the hell is Kyo?” James’ blood runs cold as the two exchange the most inane of questions, and he sees the clock tick down to zero, leaving him with twenty quarters and a lost cause. CRAAAASH! Less than ten seconds later the change machine was in the air and hitting the plate glass, shattering it into a few thousand shards and sending arcade patrons running, including the two girls. As police arrived minutes later, they found James alone standing over his machine, trying his damnedest to get back to Kyo and whoop him down before he was kicked out of the arcade or before any kind of authority appeared. ***** ***** “Do you know this gentlemen?” “Yes, sir, I do.” Edward James drops his head and puts his hands behind his back, waiting to see what is going to happen next. “What can I do to fix this?” “The cost of the window, the clean-up, and the machine is going to be nearly two thousand dollars..."” “You’ve got to be kidding?” “Nope, sorry. These are top of the line, well…this one WAS.” “Hmm…would you take a check?” The two police officers confer for a moment, then turn back to Alan shaking their heads. Clark smiles. “Good. Can we help you with anything else before we go?” “Well, because of this incident, Mr. James here is no longer allowed in any Super Fun Time Arcade anywhere in the country… “But I-“ “Fine.” “BUT-“ “Let’s go, James…” Edward drops his head and walks between the officers, following behind Clark as they head away from the wreckage. “You’ll receive your check in the morning, I’ll have the hotel send it over.” “You’d better, we know where we can find you, Mr. Clark!” “Yeah, good work with Landon, by the way!” Alan smiles again, and even Edward can’t help but turn his lips up, only for a look from Clark to cause his sigh to return. “I can’t believe you did that, man.” “…damn girls.” Edward mutters under his breath as the two disappear around the corner and the scene fades out. ***** ***** Fade up to Edward and Alan in the mall parking lot, Clark sitting on the roof of the rental car as James walks back and forth in the background. “What the hell are you doing back there?” “I could have beat him, dammit! Two more quarters…” “Would you give it a rest already! Be lucky you aren’t in jail…I couldn’t explain that to Zenon. Oh yeah, James got pissed at a damn video game and went on a psychotic rampage! Is it just me, or is the only time you get motivated is around a video game? First Blanka, and now THIS?” “I thought we had an agreement to not bring up the Blanka thing…” “How about instead of ignoring the energy, we use it. How about that?” Alan seems to have an idea as he hops off the car and heads toward James. “You remember GI Joe? That guy…Arcade…or whatever his name was? He saw everything as a game! Maybe you should, too!” “You’ve got to be…” “NO! I’m not…YOU tossed a change machine through a WINDOW, you crazy bastard! That takes some serious guts and strength. We need to get you some video games and let you run wild, it could be the best thing that ever happened to you!” “Oh no, I don’t think that’s such a good id-“ “It is! Let’s go!” Alan nearly drags Edward to the car, pushing him in before going around and hopping into the driver’s seat. After a moment the small car speeds into the night. ***** ***** Later, the two men sit back in their hotel, and both are going crazy on small controllers. Suddenly Alan throws his down in a huff and gets to his feet, storming off. “What? Don’t be like that!!” Edward calls after him, but Alan disappears out the door and into the hallway, leaving Edward alone with a smile on his face. With a wink, James holds up his right hand, showing off a SSB wristband with everyone’s favorite other brother stitched perfectly into it… “Luigi is rule, bitch.”

Will Smith is all you need to combat anything that may be a threat to the human race.

yes. Poor Rando indeed.