The Amazing Rando

Kane should hand Eugene a little flower and say "Frieeeeeeend?"

well i'd pay for the autograph of Eugene if he stayed in character the whole time.

This is odd... people getting face pops and having face tendencies when they shouldn't..... i'm confused. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of Canada. Except it's more squarish.

that music will never grow old. It's so perfect.

They are being told to do that to get La Rez some heat. It's what the bookers want. They did NOT want to acknowledge the Mania X8 crowd, but they do want to talk about this because they hope it leads to something bigger with the new champs.

Bischoff rules as a backhanded kiss-ass.

They should celebrate THE WHOLE SHOW. Just never leave the crowd.

that standing ovation and the crowd exploding is one of the most surreal moments ever. The crowd booing every time Edge took a breath was pretty cool though.

*Edge hits a takedown* BOOOOOO!! This is classic stuff. This just needs about 6 more Canadians....

Nah... Slingshot Suplex.

will the screwy Eugene antics be him vs. Cade in a fun little match, maybe with Regal HELPING Eugene win or something.

If I'll be remembered for anything around here... it's my hype. Believe it.

Once again you people sit here and criticize the almighty Tomko DROPKick. On topic though...that really isn't something that I wanted to see for Jericho. Coming out of this stuff with Xtian, he had best get a big boost into the uppercard again.

*starts "Igloo!" chant*

*awaits Hell In An Igloo*

“Carry on my wayward sons…” The scene inside the Rexal Arena seems quite different than what a fan would expect, as Coy West, Alan Clark, and Edward James are seated in a row next to a small podium in the center of the Storm ring, which had been set-up earlier in the day. Facing the podium sits a few hundred people, all wondering exactly what they have gotten themselves into as they wait for the event to begin. Finally, the lights in the arena begin to dim and a spotlight hits the ring as Coy West stands from his chair and walks over to the podium. After a small cough and clearing of the throat, Coy looks out over the crowd. “Welcome, wayward fans and others would might have thought the show was tonight. I know many of you thought you may never see Coy West in an SWF ring again, or at least not for a long time, but after receiving a call from Alan, I decided that I had to be here for this.” Coy pauses as the crowd gives off a warm cheer for Alan, who can simply smile from his seat. “An initiation is something that every member of a good team must go through in order to become a vital piece of the puzzle. When the idea of what would eventually become the Wayward Sons was brought up between Alan and myself many moons ago, I found myself excited and yet unfulfilled. I had never been in a tag team before, but Alan was confident that I would do just as well if not better with a partner by my side. I went with his advice and made sure that our partnership would last. So it is with a great deal of pleasure that I would like to invite Edward James, as well as all of you in this arena, to take part in the Wayward Oath.” A few gasps escape the crowd and Edward’s jaw nearly hits the floor as the fans in the arena begin to cheer once more. Alan finally stands and walks to the podium as Coy sits back down at his seat. Over Alan’s shoulder, Edward can be seen re-gaining his composure and a smile slowly forming on his face. “I’ll just take that a yes, then?” The crowd cheers once more, and a small “Wayward Sons” chant can be heard echoing throughout the mostly empty arena. “Good, good. So with out wasting any time, I want Edward James to walk on up here and do this. That is…” Alan pauses, turning his head to James, “you don’t want to…” The crowd will have none of that, and as Edward continues to smile the fans get to their feet, urging James to step forward. After a brief moment, he finally does, standing tall and walking toward the podium. Alan motions for James to stand in front of the two original Sons, as Coy urges the fans to stand on their feet as well. “Everyone stand…” Alan joins in, and soon all of the fans are standing together. “Now…place your right hand in the air and repeat after Coy and myself…” The fans all do so…as does James…and the two Sons begin… “To be a wayward son…” To be a wayward son “Is to look inside oneself…” Is to look inside oneself “And find the light…” And find the light “To be a wayward son….” To be a wayward son “Is to become that light…” Is to become that light “And find peace…” And find peace “To be a wayward son…” To be a wayward son “Is to use that peace…” Is to use that peace “To carry on…” To carry on “I am a Wayward Son.” I am a Wayard Son Alan and Coy pause as the group finishes, and after a moment of silence Alan pushes his hand out, looking for a handshake from James. The crowd stays silent as James brings his hand down and looks between the two men. A small bit of doubt shoots through his body, but it passes as he reaches down and shakes Alan’s hand… …causing the crowd of fans to explode and chant once more. Wayward Sons! Wayward Sons! “You’ve got that right!” Coy speaks into the microphone once more… “You are all honorary Wayward Sons!” Alan continues, causing another loud burst from the attending audience as the scene slowly begins to fade to black, the last image being of the three men standing together, arms raised high. “…Every story needs a beginning…and you have just witnessed page one..."

If they do that Deon... The Main Event Of The First Ever WWE Halloween Havoc: A "Job To Hunter" Match. ...in a related story...all the people that wanted a Chris Jericho main event run will get it before this match.

...because WCW has a PPV on the 26th....duh.

Rene Dupree as Doctor Octopus~

THE WAYWARD SONS invite you to join them at the Rexal Palace Thursday, May 27th 2004, at 7 PM for a very special announcement. If you too believe you are a Wayward Son at heart then come on down. There are no tickets needed -- this is a FREE show! This SWF sponsored-event will feature the Wayward Sons LIVE as Alan Clark, Edward James, and even Coy West (making a special appearance) take center stage in Edmonton! The event will also be broadcast on SWF Television for all of those fans that can not make it to the arena so they can be in on all the action as well. Stay Tuned, Fans... Same Wayward Time, Same Wayward Channel! ~ the preceding was paid for by the Wayward Sons and brought to you by the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation ~

holy crap. that is all.

Well here it is. According to Thoth it was close and I think that says alot for what me and Flik can do as a team on our first try. How crazy is that? Just think about that for a second. Flik almost became a tag champion. *faints* Alright, enough of the joking around, here's our work of art... ----- *****SWF REWIND***** SWF Storm – 5 Days Ago -- The Tag Team Contendership Battle Royal -- “YES! DURAN CAUGHT TODD!” Riley screams as Todd Royal is caught on John Duran’s shoulders after a slingshot suplex attempt…but the Wayward Sons aren’t ready to accept that. As both men leap toward the ropes, Duran tries to steady himself, only to catch a double dropkick right into his knees! The Notorious One begins to fall backward toward the floor trying to keep Royal in the air, but as always …gravity must win… *DING DING DING* “THE WAYWARD SONS WIN!” The Cyclone Comet’s voice echoes out as the Wayward Sons celebrate their number one contendership, but there was more to the story than meets the eye. *****END REWIND***** “You just saw a little clip there of what turned out to be Coy West’s final SWF match. Coming up next, however, we have the match that came out of that battle royal, as the World Tag Team Champions Hollywood Boulevard step into the ring with the remaining Wayward Son, Alan Clark.” “Two against one! This ought to be something for all the fans out there to record for future viewing! Everyone get their VCRs ready for Alan Clark’s complete dismantling!” the laughter of Bobby Riley nearly turns into a snort, but luckily The Comet intervenes before such a thing can take place. “Robert, how do you know Citizen Clark hasn’t found a partner in the last few days?” “A PARTNER? That’s rich, SuperBoy! Alan Clark has about as many friends as I have homeless people living in my garage!” “So he has about a dozen or so friends?” Comet’s off-beat question causes a long icy stare from Bobby, and he barely can brush it off. “What!? All I’m saying is that Alan Clark does not have a partner, and because of that Mike Van Siclen and Todd Cortez are going to eradicate the tag ranks of another team and further push themselves to greatness!” Riley gains back some of his pinnace, he is suddenly interrupted by a loud booming voice… CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONS… There’ll be peace when you are done Lay your weary heads to rest Don’t you cry no more… BOOOOOM! Fiery green pyro explodes from the entranceway and the sold-out crowd is on their feet, as Alan Clark appears on the stage alone, wearing his white pants and Wayward Son t-shirt. Alan keeps his head down a few extra moments before raising his right hand high above his head…almost as a silent signal to Coy West who is undoubtedly watching from somewhere. “Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL…as is for the S-W-F WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!” Funyon’s voice echoes above the music and throughout the arena. “Introducing first…weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds…he hails from Long Beach, California…. ALAN CLARK!!” As Funyon finishes the introduction, Alan steps out of his pose at the top of the ramp and begins to make his way to the ring, slapping a few hands of the concerned fans, but Alan can be seen reassuring them that he will be okay. “Look at him! He knows he isn’t going to make it out of this match under his own power! He’s telling those fans to call 9-1-1!” “Oh would you stop!” The old announcing staple slips from Comet’s lips, causing a little chuckle from Bobby, but he does indeed still stop, showing a tiny fraction of respect as Alan Clark rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Alan gets to his feet and moves to the center of the ring, looking dead into the camera as his fingers point to his t-shirt and four loud bursts of pyro shoot from the ringposts… BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! “You have to respect that, Robert! Citizen Clark is going in there and trying to win the tag titles alone for his friend Coy West! That’s commendable and if you won’t give him the applause he deserves, then I will!” The Comet claps a few times, throwing out a few extra words of encouragement under his breathe as the music fades out and Alan turns to the entranceway… ”…Don’t Close Your Eyes…” The opening beats of Switchfoot’s “This Is Your Life” bring down a chorus of boos as Mike Van Siclen leaps out from behind the curtain and through a forming wall of smoke and raising his right arm in the air, showing off one of the two tag team championship belts. From behind him comes the “Urban Legend” himself, Todd Cortez, who walks with the other belt around his waist as he throws his arms up across his face as he walks down the ramp, keeping a few steps behind his partner. “And his opponents…at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty two pounds…they are the SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… they are MIKE VAN SICLEN and the “URBAN LEGEND” TODD CORTEZ… HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD!!” As the two men get to the ring, Mike rolls under the bottom rope and up to his feet, taking a moment to look toward Alan before turning his attention to the crowd, raising his championship high above his head once more. On the outside of the ring, Todd has removed his gold cross, giving it a gentle kiss…taking a moment to peer down towards it and handing it over to a ringside attendant. Todd then climbs the ring steps and leaps over the top rope and into the ring, landing gingerly on his toes and pulling away his title before joining Van Siclen in showing off their championships. “See now, those two are champions!” Riley points out the blatantly obvious fact as Senior Referee Nick Soapdish takes the belts from the two men and looks over at Alan, wondering if he should really go ahead and officially start the match. After a brief pause, Soapdish can do nothing but hold the belts in the air himself, making sure that the stragglers and slower fans know that the match really is for the tag team gold, no fooling. “Well here we go, this championship match looks like it’s going to be a handicapped affair! Let’s just hope Citizen Clark knows what he is doing…” The Comet’s remarks seem solemn, but as Soapdish hands the titles to another ringside crew member…another voice sounds out over the PA System…. ”…An overwhelming symbol of power…” “Oh you have got to be kidding me…” Riley can be heard saying as the first few notes of “Darkest Omen” pump throughout the building, causing all four men in the ring to look toward the entranceway. Sure enough, from behind the curtain and out of the shadows steps Edward James… …wearing a Wayward Son t-shirt?!!?!!? “What do we have here?! It seems Alan Clark may have found himself a tag team partner after all!” The Comet exclaims, but as the camera zooms in on Alan’s face one thing is for certain, he is just as shocked as everyone else is. “Look! That goofball has no idea what’s going on! A parade could go past and he’d still have that silly dumbfounded look on his face!” “Robert, I think we’d all be a bit confused if a parade passed through the arena…” Comet assures his partner, but Bobby simply slaps his face in rebuttal as Edward gets to the ring and climbs up the ring steps. Looking at each of the men inside the ring before stepping through the ropes, James holds a little apprehension in his eyes, but after a quick breath he enters, standing tall above the rest of the superstars. Alan’s face still shows signs of confusion as Edward pulls the t-shirt off his body and hands it to him, pointing for him to stand on the apron. Alan obliges, tossing the shirt to the outside of the ring as he steps back out through the ropes and takes his position. “It seems Citizen James wants to start this match, but I don’t think the champions are taking this challenge too seriously.” The Comet says as James turns his attention back to Mike and Todd, who stand in their corner with smirks on their faces, wondering what they did to conjure up the rookie monster that stands before them. With a simple wave of his hand and a small laugh, Mike can barely be heard telling Todd that he will take care of everything. Cortez can do nothing but shake his head and exit the ring, leaving Mike and Edward together. *DING DING DING* The bell sounds with the two men standing a few feet apart, but Mike shows no fear at the opponent standing over him. James can only look down at Van Siclen as the cocky veteran motions for a lock-up. “Mike Van Siclen is going to tear that big lug apart!” “I don’t know about that, but it looks like Citizen Van Siclen is not afraid of the power that the rookie possesses…” The Comet starts, but no sooner do the two men go into a tie-up does Edward shove back, sending Mike back hard into the corner, causing him to hit just beside his partner. “…but it seems he might be a little afraid now.” Despite those words, Mike simply takes a breath and steps out of the corner, brushing himself off… …and taking off like a shot! Van Siclen rushes toward James, but again Mike looks to have acted before thinking everything through, and with a grunt the big man throws out his arm…nearly taking Mike’s head off with a hard lariat! “Ooooo…” even Bobby Riley shudders a bit as Mike’s body is sent down to the canvas, causing his head to violently bounce off the mat. With Mike down, Todd Cortez’s eyes alternate between the two men, and James can do little more than shrug before shifting his weight and falling toward the mat, driving an elbow into Van Siclen’s chest. “Citizen James is barely breaking a sweat right now!” The Comet remarks as Edward gets back to his feet and turns his attention to Alan Clark, who isn’t exactly sure of what he is seeing. James smiles and goes back to Van Siclen, who has made his way to the corner and is trying to tag in Cortez, who looks less than thrilled at having to go in the ring against James. Mike rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron as Cortez enters the ring. Edward and Todd share a look as they decide to go into a lock-up, and once again James does nothing more than a shove, taking the time to showcase his power. Cortez is ready, however, and holds on to James as he falls back, dropping to the mat and causing the big man’s head to connect with the turnbuckle! “Yes! That’s how you counter something like that!” Riley cheers, but the cheer soon turns to silence as the close camera looks up from near Todd’s view to see James looking down at him, smiling slightly. “By Zeus! I don’t think he hurt him!” The Comet yells as James reaches down and grabs Todd by the hair, pulling him up and out of the corner. Referee Soapdish warns off the hair pulling and Edward obliges by letting go, but before Cortez can make a move James sends a knee into his chest and hooks in a headlock on the Urban Legend, dragging him head-first across the ring to the Wayward corner. As Edward moves closer, he extends his hand, looking toward Alan for a tag. Alan looks at Edward and then out into the arena, and the sold-out crowd cheers in response to the question they know is on Clark’s mind. Alan seems to get the point and, with a flourish, he makes the tag in and hops over the top rope, landing a few steps from the trapped Cortez. Instead of taking over for James, however, Alan falls backwards into the corner and braces himself on the top rope, asking for Edward to come at him with Cortez. The big man gets the hint and begins to pull Todd toward the corner as Alan leaps up, extending his legs and connecting with a dropkick straight to Todd’s face just as Edward let’s go! Todd takes the kick hard and drops to the canvas as James exits the ring, leaving Alan to smile once more before dropping down and going for a quick cover… ONE! TWO…KICKOUT! “Oh come on! Alan Clark had to know it would take a lot more than that to beat Cortez!” Riley mutters from his seat as Todd rolls to his chest and holds his head, trying to protect it after the dropkick. “I think he did, Robert, and I also think that Alan did that on purpose…because look at Citizen Van Siclen on the outside!” The Comet points to the apron where Mike is pacing back and forth, yelling out instructions to his partner. Todd may or may not be able to hear them or really care at that exact moment, as Alan picks him back up and pushes him into the corner. Clark makes the quick tag to James, who climbs back into the ring and takes over for Clark as Cortez tries to fight out of the corner and get across the ring, but Edward barely lets him get three feet out of the corner before lashing down across the Urban Legend’s back with a hard double axe handle. “WHAMMY WITH THE HAMMY!” Riley suddenly blurts out, putting his hand over his mouth just as the last word leaves his lips. The comment causes a look of confusion and near laughter from the Comet, but he decides to simply shrug it off as James lifts Cortez off his feet and holds him in the air, pressing him military-style over his head. ”Look at the strength of Citizen James!” Comet calls out as Edward holds him there for a moment, looking toward a pleading Van Siclen on the outside. But even Mike knows that there isn’t much that can be done as James turns away from him and steps forward, dropping Cortez down behind his back and straight into the canvas. In the Wayward corner, Alan is frantically calling for a tag as Todd tries to recover from the near eight foot drop he just took, and James plays along, moving to the corner and holding his hand up high, causing Alan to have to jump up to the top turnbuckle to make the tag. “For Todd’s sake! Now they are over there playing little games! This is a serious wrestling match!” Riley loses his cool at the announce table as Alan pulls Cortez off his knees and whips him toward the ropes, but Todd is able to reverse it at the last second, sending Alan into the ropes… …and Mike Van Siclen’s right foot! Like a shot, Mike sends a kick into Alan’s lower back, catching him perfectly as he hits the ropes and causing him to stumble forward and right into Cortez’s waiting hands and into a DDT! Alan’s head ricochets off the canvas and the crowd explodes in a chorus of boos. Soapdish sends a warning Van Siclen’s way, but he simply holds up his hands in innocence. “Mike Van Siclen needs to watch he doesn’t get disqualified!” “For what? I didn’t see anything! And who cares if he gets a disqualification…then he keeps his championship!” Riley remarks as Todd pulls Alan off the mat. Cortez keeps Alan hooked in the front facelock and begins rotating his body and pulling his arms up, stopping only when the back of Clark's neck rests snuggly on his right shoulder. Alan isn't snug for long, though, as Todd drops down, snapping Alan's head back with a vicious hangman's neck breaker. ”YES!” Riley exclaims as Alan lies in a heap from the neck breaker, leaving Cortez to add insult to injury by giving him a hard toe kick right into the middle of his spine. Alan lets out a howl of pain from the blow, and instinctively moves his arm towards his back. His arm tries clutching at his spinal column to give it a semblance of comfort. “Citizen Cortez once again aims for the vertebrae of Clark!” The Cyclone Comet observes as Van Siclen reaches out to Cortez with his hand and gets the tag. Both men trade places but instead of going after Clark, Mike takes a few steps towards James and proceeds to talk the smack towards him. James takes exception to this and immediately tries to enter the ring, but Soapdish stops him from coming in. With the referee keeping his eyesight and attention on Edward, Mike calls in Todd and together they hoist Clark up into a standing position. Clark flails for a moment before crashing hard onto his shoulder blades from a hard double Russian legsweep. Mike quickly rolls under the ropes and stands upon the ring apron and makes a loud clapping sound to make it sound like as if a tag had taken place. “By Zeus! If the ref wasn’t trying to hold James back, he’d be able to stop this blatant cheating done by Citizen Siclen and Citizen Cortez,” Comet surmises. Riley smirks as he counters, “Ah, but if Soapdish wasn’t holding James back, wouldn’t James be cheating as he isn’t the legal man for this match?” "Sometimes eye for an eye is the correct path to justice!" The fun loving superhero comes back with. Soapdish turns his attention back towards the Hollywood Boulevard corner and demands of Cortez and Van Siclen if they made a tag to which Mike responds quite loudly that they play by the rules. This once again riles up Edward but he is able to keep his head together and just watches helplessly as once again the champions make a legal tag. Mike tells Todd to get Clark and set him up. Van Siclen holds his arm up in the standard showing off muscle, but looks at Edward to slap his elbow with his other arm. James takes exception to this and goes off on a tirade of words towards MVS. Many of which can not be and should not be heard on live television or in an arena filled with children. “Look at the teamwork by Hollywood Boulevard! They aren’t only just dissecting Clark’s spine and neck, but they are also riling up James to a breaking point.” Riley says with a smug smile. “Speaking of which, did I ever mention how much I see absolutely nothing at all in this kid?” Cyclone doesn’t waste anytime with his reply. “But wasn’t it just some time ago that you were practically drooling over the man doing a ‘whammy with the hammy’?” “…you will never bring that up again.” Clark manages to get to his feet, but Van Siclen swiftly brings him to his knees with a well-placed elbow to the back of Alan’s neck. Mike then lifts up Clark and slams him hard into a backbreaker and holds him there. Todd climbs to the top of his corner, and after taking a moment to steady himself, he dives off and aims right for Clark! James visibly flinches slightly and looks away in absolute disgust as Cortez drives his elbow down across the exposed neck of Alan Clark and into the mat below. Riley shouts at the top of his lungs. “BIG ELBOW DROP! That has to be all!” Comet lets out a gasp “Clark’s still moving!” “Impossible! That had to have severed his spine!” Everyone is completely stunned to see Alan Clark attempting to get up after being drilled with that top rope elbow drop. He grabs his neck with one arm and tries rolling over onto his front…but he isn’t succeeding very well. James soon yells at him to try get over to make the tag but Mike dives on top of Clark and hooks the leg, going for a cover... ONE~!!! Alan doesn’t put up any fight now. James pleads for Alan to get up, but there is no indication it is heard. Any former signs of life from Clark seem to be just reactionary to the pain he was put through. TWO~!!! THR…KICKOUT~!!! “Clark kicks out and shows that he just will not give up the chance to be a tag team champion!” Comet bellows in righteous fury. “Just stay down Clark! Accept defeat you unholy sinner!” Riley tactlessly shrieks out loud. Clark cares not for Riley’s tips, of course, and goes out of his way to defy him, using the ropes to help himself to his feet. As he reaches the second rope, Mike points toward James, drawing the referee’s attention away from himself as gets behind Clark and pulls the rope up against his throat, causing Alan to flail about as he is choked. Soapdish checks on Edward, who doesn’t even care that the referee is watching as he jumps down from the apron and begins to make his way around the ring. Soapdish is quick to yell toward James, screaming for him to go back to his corner. “Citizen James is hurting his and his partner’s chance at taking the tag titles away with his rashness,” the former wrestling luminary criticizes. Riley roars with laughter. “That idiot will cost them the titles with his hot headed behavior. I’d hate to be the guy who trained this man. He seriously isn’t ready for the big times.” “None of us where for our first year, Robert.” Soapdish finally gets Edward back to the Wayward corner, just as Van Siclen stops choking Clark. The ref demands an explanation of what the Spectacle was doing but Mike shrugs and slyly lies about just trying to pick up his opponent. Nick can only shake his head and issue a warning toward Van Siclen about his behavior as Hollywood Boulevard completes another tag. Both men lift up the prone body of Alan and drag him to the center of the ring before hooking their arms around Clark’s neck and grab his tights. “It seems the Champions are looking to give Citizen Clark a double suplex,” says a worried Cyclone Comet. True to Comet’s words, the duo lift Alan up into the air… Robert Riley injects as the apex of the suplex nears, “when they hit this move, it won’t be long until this match is over!” But Clark flails his legs about and manages to swing the momentum in back the same way that he was lifted up! WHAM~! “BY ZEUS!” The superhero of the SWF triumphantly shouts, “A double DDT delivered by Alan Clark to both citizens of Hollywood Boulevard!” Clark hits the mat hard as well, but soon realizes that no one is there to stop him from making the tag to his partner. Alan slowly begins to move, getting to his knees and beginning to crawl to his corner. Both members of Hollywood Boulevard stay down in the middle of the ring as Clark crawls past, inching closer and closer to his partner.With only a few feet to go for the wayward tag, Todd Cortez slowly rises to his feet and while still feeling groggy from the double DDT, strives to stop Alan from reaching his corner. Sensing that there might be another attempt to stop him, Clark dives towards his corner and Edward’s outstretched arm. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of joyous cries. Cyclone Comet joins in as well. “TAG IS MADE!” Riley furiously screeches “Todd look out!” But the warning could not be heard. James swiftly enters the ring and charges Cortez, who doesn’t realize that it isn’t Clark but the big man coming after him. When the realization hits him, Cortez’s eyes are like those of a deer caught in between the headlights of an oncoming truck, and those headlights turn out to be the tread marks of Edward’s sneaker. “Big boot delivered by Citizen James!” calls the superheroic announcer. Riley just stutters in complete disbelief. “N, n, no! T-t-t-hat b-b-b-loody a-a-a-nimal is loose!” Like an animal, James lets out a might roar of ecstasy of the destruction of Hollywood Boulevard that he is revving to cause. The rookie has a sadistic grin on his face as he sees The Spectacle rising to his feet. Edward walks over to Mike and looks to start tearing him apart, but the veteran ring skills of Van Siclen soon come into play, and with the ref checking on Cortez a few feet away, Mike brings his arm up and right between the big man’s legs! CHING~ “A vicious low blow!” The Comet exclaims as James drops backwards and hits the mat as Mike rolls to the apron and the referee finally turns around. Soapdish looks towards Van Siclen with a look of suspicion once more, but with Mike laid out across the apron he can say nothing. Hollywood Boulevard are soon back to their feet, with Cortez stumbling to his corner to make a tag. As Mike comes into the ring, a recovered Alan Clark can be seen in the background yelling about the cheating ways of the duo. Van Siclen simply ignores Clark as he calls for Cortez to stay in the ring. Both men pull James up to his feet and Mike holds him steady, looking to hit a jawbreaker as Cortez stands ready a few feet behind them! “It’s time for a little Varsity Blues!” Riley cheers as Mike leaps for the jawbreaker…. THUD~ …But Edward James shoves him away, slamming him hard into the mat. Cortez was not prepared for the counter, but still moves in on the big man, trying to take his head off with a superkick! “SUPERKICK! NO!!” The Comet yells as James ducks out of the way of Todd’s outstretched foot, and as the whiffing Cortez regains his balance, his head is nearly parted from his shoulders by a huge lariat! “NO!” This time it is Riley’s turn to scream as Cortez hits the mat and James turns around, looking toward his corner and a sign of approval from the crowd to make the tag. The sold-out arena is quick to pass their judgment, and with a hard slap Alan Clark is tagged in! “The adrenaline is pumping for Alan Clark now and he looks ready to repay Hollywood Boulevard for his beating earlier in this match!” The superheroic announcer remarks as Clark comes into the ring and aims for Cortez, catching him as he stands and turning him around, latching a waistlock on one half of the champions. Sadly, Clark forgets that the other half of the champions is the legal man, and soon he finds himself being lifted into the air by Mike Van Siclen, causing the waistlock on Cortez to be broken as Clark is lifted up on Van Siclen’s shoulders. “He’s got him up! It’s time Alan Clark to a trip to That Special Place!” Riley exclaims as Todd gets himself into position… WHAM~ …but is nearly kicked into the third row by Edward James, who comes barreling from the other side of the ring and catches Todd with another stiff boot to the face! The momentum of the kick sends Cortez reeling into the ropes and flailing wildly to the outside! “SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS! Edward James almost took Todd Cortez’s head off…and look at Clark!” The Comet points into his monitor as Clark pushes his body forward and over Mike’s head, pulling his body down and rolling through, taking the Spectacle with him and flipping both men forward with a victory roll…and a cover! James heads to the outside where Cortez lays as referee Soapdish drops down and makes the count… ONE~! …Mike Van Siclen tries to escape from the pin… TWO~! …but with his partner gone… THREEEEEEE~! …the lights along Hollywood Boulevard… *DING DING DING* …have all gone out. “ALAN CLARK HAS DONE IT!” The Cyclone Comet screams as Van Siclen is finally able to push Clark off his body, but it is too late. On the outside of the ring, Funyon stands to make the match official. “Ladies and Gentlemen…the winner of the match by pinfall and NEW S-W-F WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…ALAN CLARK AND EDWARD JAMES!” “This…this…this can’t be happening…” Riley mutters to himself over and over as Soapdish raises Alan’s hand in the air in victory, and when Clark turns to find his partner he sees James standing over him, holding the two tag team championship belts and the Wayward Son t-shirt he wore to the ring. Edward James then hands over both belts and the shirt, telling Clark that the belts are for him. The crowd can be heard booing a bit as James turns to leave the ring, but Alan stops him in mid-stride, spinning him back around to face him! “What’s this?” Comet asks and James’ look seems to be wondering the same thing, but Alan Clark soon answers, handing one of the championship belts and the t-shirt over to Edward James! ”WAY-WARD SONS! WAY-WARD SONS!” The crowd can do nothing but chant as James puts the t-shirt on over his massive frame and holds his half of the championship up in the air with Clark beside him, simply looking down at the gold he has won. “Alan Clark is a champion again…and he has brought Edward James along for the ride! What a match ladies and gentlemen and we have so much more coming tonight! Stay tuned!” These words are the last heard from The Cyclone Comet as Smarkdown fades out to commercial with James and Clark still standing in the center of the ring, celebrating their tag championship victory.

Well... congrats to the winners, including Hollywood Boulevard. Nice work you guys...but Flik wants me to remind you that Redwater is in ALBERTA and not BRITISH COLUMBIA, Canada. Oh...and Johnny, you might owe me a LITTLE for basically coming up with the entire idea for your match in the span of five minutes. I don't want a rematch though...i don't think i can handle that right now.

That ruled. Period. The fans are right. They don't know what is good enough for them. Can you have like Septuple Crowns?

Murder In Small Town X - that show was one of the greatest reality shows of all time. Sad thing about the winner though. But still, great suspenseful show. I would go on Road Rules if it was back in the original four seasons or so. After that it got to "you must do all this crazy shit" for me to not get scared and wimp out. I'd do Real World. I'd be the guy that talked when no one is listening.