The Amazing Rando

They just need the guy to sew up new black trunks for all the young up and coming hosses.

Funyon always gets the pops. It's Funyon that REALLY makes an entrance stand out.

That was my idea as well, and i'm now thinking that a promo definitely could have helped that cause. But i'm not disappointed or anything -- but you'll get a promo or a storyline that builds into that soon enough.

well both my tag partners got in, and yet I didn't --- sure it was at the expense of Danny -- but gosh darnit, people like me!

I'm just adding one little line of thought about Z's notes, because I agree with 95% of that now that I understand where the marker was coming from. You said you think it was odd that Coy and Clark would seem so comfortable together... well I guess I was using a little WWE logic there, whereby two guys just start teaming and they click a little bit. Currently, I will use the situation between HBK and Chris Benoit. Michaels has stated that he is clearly protecting his investment, but they still damn near won the tag titles. Same thing goes with all those "drop two guys together" teams. They always seem to mesh a bit too well. Maybe it could be added into my stats that during the Bloodshed days, Clark was mostly (75% of the time) a tag team wrestler. I'm not just making that up to appease this problem, because the Bloodshed character was not originally mine - but my tag partners - and we went through two feds tagging and after he disappeared I took the character and went through two other feds tag teaming and generally staying away from singles competition. That's both a history of me as an e-fedder and of the character, and while it has no real bearing, it still gives Clark a good bit of tag team experience that he can draw from (even though during an SWF match I would never have the announcers talk about that kind of history, because it's mostly irrelevant outside of a quote like "It seems ____ has underestimated the team skills of Alan Clark, but that man has a history of tag team wrestling all throughout the independants!" or something similiar. EDIT: The Landon/Clark thing was somewhat a problem I worked myself into, because me and Coy were trying to save the big Grap/Duran showdown till the end and spend the first big chunk of the match putting over the tagging between the other two teams and how, because of the House of Todd being a true team, Coy and Alan worked together to combat that. The big fact of SWF/JL history is that Clark has alot more backstory with both guys, and they haven't really met in the SWF yet, so when they finally get to - it's going to be a train wreck just between those three. Yeah, six mans are really tough to write, and maybe if this was a tag match like HoT vs. West/Clark, then it would have been alot easier and made more sense to do those kinds of things. This was just a case of me trying to the make the most of Landon and Alan's first meeting inside a wrestling ring since January.

So...flipping through the channels just now I come across a video of "Mad World" by Michael Andrews & Gary Jules. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. I only caught the last 45 seconds or so and I hope I get to see it in it's entirity sometime in the next few days. It is NOT the same one from the DVD, and looks much much better. I damn near marked out. The song might not be the greatest thing ever, but it's still one of my favorites.

I definitely wasn't the mind behind this. You can believe that.

he's talking about [adult swim] having the 52 ep. thing... and Home Movies had some of the highest ratings for the sunday lineup

bwahahahaha.... maybe they are worried about Porn Bombs.

i'm still scared...and whomever it is needs to PM soon so I can start writing.

If it makes you feel better, my class was forced to use "'93 ... Way to be!" as our senior motto. It doesn't even make sense. No wonder I was a drug addict. shit... what about the nationwide "Smoke Free Class of 2000" that was such bullshit. Especially since like at least 50% of my grad class was AT LEAST smoking, and a good number of them did drugs.

There you go, man... --------- Funyon struts into the middle of the ring surrounded on all sides by a horde of exhausted wrestling fans. They have seen so much tonight (like Blanka!) but there is one last contest of champions to be dealt with tonight, “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is YOUR main event for the evening and will be contested under six man tag team rules with a one hour time limit. Introducing first…” The crowd darkens deeply as lights around the arena drops down to nothing as a low hymn starts to swell throughout the crowd. Through the darkness, it is clear that a number of people in blue robes are taking up position on the side of the ring much to the immediate annoyance of the crowd. It does not take long for the focus of the crowd to shift away from the gospel choir and to the three men and one woman now walking through the curtain. Flanked by The House of Todd and Megan Skye is the number one man of The Unnamed, John Duran. Ignoring the amount of praise that Landon Maddix and Skye are giving Todd Royal, John stomps all the way down the aisle and into the ring. Immediately climbing up to the middle rope, Duran lifts his arms up into the sky with his men still walking their way down the aisle. Finally reaching the ring, The Disciple of Todd hops up to the apron and holds the ropes open for his spiritual leader and his manager. “They weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of 698 pounds and are accompanied to the right by the lovely Meagan Skye. From Huron, South Dakota is Landon ‘La Cucaracha’ Maddix and from San Diego, California it is Todd Royal. Together these two gentlemen compose THE HOUSE OF TODDDDD! And their partner… he comes to us from Champaign, Illinois, he is ‘The Notorious’ JOHN DURAN. Together all three compose the elite team in professional wrestling THE UNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAMED!” “That right there Cyclone Comet,” calls out Bobby Riley, “is the best damn collection of wrestlers I have seen in a long, long time. These three men are not the about the present like some other guys like The Unholy Trinity or even The Magnificent Seven. The Unnamed is about the future. And these three will be the future over the course of the years to come. Just you wait.” “I won’t have to wait long Riley,” replies The Comet. “These three are so good right now, that I have to wonder if they have any limits at all. But they have a big obstacle in their way tonight…” “And their opponents…” 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 With the sounds of Kansas playing through the arena, the crowd looks to the ring entrance and catches an eyeful of two men coming through the curtain together. On one side is the SWF Cruiserweight Champion Alan Clark and on the other the newly reborn Coy West. Evidently united under some sort of banner the two men provide a contrast to each other now more than ever. While Alan is still dressed in his T-shirt and jeans, Coy is now wearing more traditional wrestling gear of black tights and boots with white kneepads pulled over his shins. Pulling a baseball cap off his black hair, Coy flings it into the crowd as they marvel at the transformation from the redneck Coy seemingly used to be. “These two gentlemen weigh in at a total combined weight of 478 pounds. They are Coy West and the current reigning SWF Cruiserweight Champion ALANNNNNN CLARRRRRRRK! And their partner…” “GRAP-LUR! GRAP-LUR! GRAP-LUR!” With the sounds of Metallica pounding through the sound system, the crowd is greeted by the presence of the World Heavyweight Champion Charlie Matthews. Walking out through the curtain with the twenty pounds of gold strapped around his waist, The Grappler walks purposely down the aisle as the crowd continues to support their champion. Charlie nods to both partners with an emotionless expression as all three step up to the apron and into the ring. On the other side of the ring, The House of Todd immediately heads out to the ring apron and leaves only John Duran standing his ground in the face of these three men. “He weighs in at 303 pounds and hails from Kansas City, Missouri. He is the current and WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE GRAPPLER CHARLIEEEEEEEEEE MATHREWWWWWWWWS!” Pulling the strap from around his waist, The Grappler lifts his belt high into the air as every man in the ring looks at the title. Even Charlie’s partners show an obvious desire to be the man, but they make no move for him due to their contractual obligation to be his partner for this evening. Slowly, Royal and Maddix join their partner back in the ring fully as they are assured that the match will not be starting off with some sort of brawl. Together The Unnamed huddle together to discuss last minute strategy as the other side of the ring almost silently comes to the conclusion that Coy West will be starting out for their squad. Seeing this from the other side, the decision is made that Landon Maddix will be the one to begin the contest as both of his superiors head out to the apron. “And we are set to go,” calls out The Cyclone Comet, “Both of these men came up short last week…” “Landon got screwed though,” replies Bobby Riley before Comet can continue his thought. “He got totally hosed by The Grappler. On the other hand, Stryke just kicked the crap out of… can I still call him a dumb hick?” DING! DING! DING! Together both men meet in the middle of the ring in a collar-and-elbow tie up only to have Maddix dart right behind his opponent and snag him from behind with a tight waistlock. But Coy immediately sticks out his hips in order to avoid getting his legs swept out from underneath him and starts to work his hands into Landon’s grip. Breaking the hold with his far superior power, West takes his purchase and uses it to negotiate his way into a wristlock. Not wasting a second, West slams down on his shoulder with a right hand that knocks the Disciple of Todd down to a knee. Using his momentary command of the situation, West grabs Maddix by the back of the head and pushes him back into a corner. Completely ignoring the complaints of the referee to break cleanly, West immediately strikes his opponent hard underneath the jaw with a right hook that stuns Landon long enough for Coy to grab him by the wrist once again and send him across the ring with an Irish whip. Quickly charging in after his prey though proves to be problematic as Maddix brings knee up and into Coy’s chest and knocks him back into the corner. Immediately stepping out to the apron, Maddix waits for his opening as Riley starts to sing his praises. “Ha,” laughs the color commentator. “For all this new man crap, Coy is just the same old loser he always was.” Sensing the same thing, Landon springs up to the top rope in one fluid motion and flings himself at Coy with the flying clothesline only to have Coy catch him in the middle of the ring and jam him back down to the canvas with a hard belly-to-belly suplex! The impact of the blow seemingly knocks the air of Maddix, but as Coy pulls him off the canvas, the Disciple fires all of his weight into his opponent’s gut, sending Coy reeling backwards into his own corner. “Citizen West thought he had the upper hand there, but you can’t count Landon down that quickly!” Comet calls out as Landon drags Coy out of his corner with a whip into the opposing corner, leaving West to bounce hard off the turnbuckle. Maddix tries to follow up, but Coy holds his hand up as if to tell the plucky cruiserweight to freeze. Landon does, looking a bit confused. Coy points over the Disciple’s shoulder to the other side of the ring, and as Landon turns around, his eyes meet with those of the Cruiserweight Champion, a smirk plastered onto his face. Maddix immediately begins to back away, looking toward the referee, who signals that a tag was indeed made. “What? What tag?” Riley questions the referee’s actions, “I didn’t see any blasted tag!” “Well, Robert…when Landon drove Coy back in the corner, it seems a blind tag was made and now Landon is standing in the ring with a man that I’m sure he didn’t want to cross any time soon!” “What are you talking about? Landon has beat that guy from pillar to post every time they’ve faced each other…this will be just another feather in Landon’s cap!” Riley retorts as Landon continues to back up, completely forgetting that Coy West is standing directly behind him. Maddix backs right into Coy’s waiting arms as Clark sets himself in the center of the ring. And it is clear why that is as West lifts Landon off the mat and jams him down with an atomic drop that propels the member of the Unnamed right into the grasp of the Cruiserweight Champion, who immediately turns it over into a tilt-a-whirl Chartbreaker! Spiraling off the knee, Maddix tries to find a way out to his corner. “Crap,” mentions Riley, “You don’t really see tag team maneuvers like that very often from a makeshift team.” Comet agrees, “I’m not that sure that they are that makeshift. I think that they might have come out of their two matches with a rather odd bond. And now with both men at a bit of a crossroads, they might have really become a pair of wayward sons.” But as the two announcers discuss the possible trademarks, Maddix continues to try and pull himself over to the waiting Royal and Duran. But he finds his path barred for the time being as Alan Clark latches onto his ankle and pulls Maddix back towards the center of the ring. Kicking the member of the Unnamed in the chest, Alan grabs his opponent around the head with a front facelock and looks to Get Amped right in the middle of the ring. But just as Alan has him in position to be driven into the canvas, Maddix gets his weight behind him and pushes him off and into the ropes. Grabbing the charging Clark on the rebound, Landon immediately sets him up and tosses him over his head with a textbook exploder suplex! Hitting the canvas hard, Alan immediately puts a hand on his back as Landon gets to his partners and makes the tag to the highly esteemed Todd Royal as Megan cheers on the entrance of her favorite wrestler in the whole world. But as he charges into range, Alan dips his shoulders and catches Royal! Carrying the struggling hand of Todd over his shoulders, the Cruiserweight champion takes a moment to recover his senses before swinging Todd right back to the canvas with a hard as hell Alabama slam! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Holding onto Todd’s legs, Alan immediately drags him backward and into his corner. Reaching back, Alan tags West back into the contest as The Grappler looks on with a mildly raised eyebrow at the idea of getting passed over in the rotation. But he raises no real argument as Coy and Alan pull Todd Royal up to his feet and each grab a hold of him by a leg. Acting in concert yet again, the two fan favorites lift Todd right off the canvas before dropping him down with a staggering double kneebreaker! Crushed by the pain of the impact, Todd flips over to his back with a hand on both of his shins as Clark heads back to the apron. Coy however is still a blur of motion as he pulls one of Todd’s legs off the canvas and makes an imaginary circle in the air. Immediately spinning about the limb, Coy strikes with his dreaded spinning toehold as Todd immediately starts to scream out in the pain of the hold. But Todd does not have long to be concerned with that as John Duran is in the ring in a second to knock Coy off with a hard clothesline to the side of the head. “And Duran finally makes himself present with a HUGE clothesline!” Riley calls as Coy falls to the mat in a heap, his body falling next to the recovering Royal, but Duran is unable to make another move as Charlie Matthews climbs into the ring, interjecting himself right into the Unnamed business at hand. “Here comes the Champ!” Comet yells as Matthews moves in on the Notorious One, but Duran steps off, holding his hands up and showing that he wants no part of the World Champion. The referee finally gets in between the two, screaming at them to get back to their corners as Coy and Todd both drag themselves into their respective corners. West reaches Clark first, who comes over the top rope like a flash, grabbing Royal by the ankle just before he can reach Maddix. Alan drags Royal away from his corner, causing almost a whimper from the House of Todd leader. Clark is finally able to get Royal into the middle of the ring, holding him by his right foot and falling down, dropping all of his weight into the knee of Todd Royal. Todd tries to fight away from the Cruiserweight champion’s grip, but Alan drives his elbow into Royal’s knee once more before getting to his feet and relinquishing the hold, taking a moment to soak in some of the cheers that have begun to echo down out of the crowd. “Showboat…” Riley mutters almost under his breath, as Alan finally turns back toward Todd, who has made it back up to his feet. Royal tries to catch Clark off guard with a kick, but the quicker Clark catches the foot in his grasp Alan shakes his head before rolling his body down to the canvas, holding onto Royal’s ankle and whipping him over to the mat with a picture perfect dragon screw. Royal tries to grab at his knee once more, but Clark is still holding on tight as he stands to his feet, positioning his body away from the downed Royal. “I think I know where this is headed!” Comet exclaims as Alan wraps Royal’s left leg around his own and looks to put Todd’s other leg in perfect position for the Cross Lightning. Just as he reaches back, Todd pushes his foot into Clark’s back with all his might, causing Alan to stumble forward and break the hold. “No! The Wrath of Clark was almost brought down right on Todd Royal, but he was able to counter out at the last possible moment!” “The Wrath of WHAT? That’s BLASPHEMY!” Riley interjects, and as the two announcers engage in discussion over the nuances of organized religion, Royal is back to his feet – though noticeably limping – and heading for a tag with his partner. Clark tries to intervene, but Royal is able to get to Landon in time, drawing a chorus of boos from the crowd. Instead of entering the ring, Landon drops down from the apron and backs away, almost daring Alan to come to the outside. Alan makes his move, but swerves back at the last second to go after Todd Royal. The House of Todd leader is ready, however, and catches Clark off guard with a boot to the midsection. Clark doubles over and Royal immediately wraps his arms around the Cruiserweight Champion’s waist and lifts him up into a powerbomb, turning his body to use the turnbuckle to steady himself on his weakened legs. On the outside, Landon pops up to the apron and then to the top rope himself, leaping off and dragging Clark down with him as Royal completes the powerbomb, driving Clark straight into the canvas! “Todd Royal and Landon Maddix just gave Alan Clark wings!” Comet yells as Landon instinctively goes for a pin, but Clark’s foot lays under the bottom rope, preventing any such thing from happening. Maddix takes this has just a small obstacle, however, and drags Clark out a few feet from the ropes before falling down into a cover… ONNNNNE! TWWWWWWO! THREENOOOOO!! Alan Clark kicks out, and Landon’s expression is halfway between ‘shock’ and ‘absolutely horrified’ that Alan would dare kick out of a powerbomb. At the announcer’s table, Riley is not fairing too well either. “How did he do that? Nobody should be able to get up from that!” Riley screams as Landon snaps out of his emotional state and goes back to concentrating on Clark, dragging him to his feet and whipping him off the ropes, catching Alan with a picturesque dropkick right to the chin as he bounces back, sending Clark back down to the canvas. With Clark down, Landon seizes the moment and goes to the ropes, springing off the second rope and flipping backwards through the air, looking to bring all his weight down across Alan’s chest…and he does! Landon strikes with the Asai moonsault and goes right back in for another cover… ONNNNNNE! TWWWWWWWO!! THREEEEENOOOOOO!!! “That was barely a kickout! Ref!” Riley yells up toward the ring, but is unheard as Landon simply continues his assault, pulling Clark up… *SLAP* “By Zeus did you see that! Landon Maddix almost peeled the skin of Clark’s face with that slap!” Comet yells, but Maddix’s expression turns from smug to scared as Clark turns his face back up toward his opponent, his smirk returned. Landon begins to back away once more, right into his corner, and Todd jumps right in, tagging Maddix on the shoulder and climbing into the ring, getting between Clark and his disciple. Clark just keeps moving. Todd moves in to Alan and gets in his face, screaming inaudibly. Clark finally stops, and Landon looks a bit relieved, but only for a moment as Alan explodes into Todd, shoving him back into the corner, sandwiching Royal in between himself and Maddix. The crowd pops huge as the House of Todd drops down to the canvas in a heap. Alan pulls Todd up and whips him across the ring into the face corner as Landon rolls out to the apron. Alan pauses for a moment to make sure Landon will not be making any sudden movements before making his way over to his own corner and tagging in Coy, who climbs into the ring as Alan heads toward the neutral corner. “What are they doing now? Ref! Get Clark out of the ring!” “He has five seconds to exit the ring and you know that, Robert.” Comet retaliates as Coy lifts Todd up to the top rope and hooks him in for a superplex. As Coy pulls Todd of the top rope and over toward the canvas, Alan climbs the neutral corner and dives off just as Todd is driven into the mat. Todd may think he the pain is over, but Alan is there, his right leg falling across Royal’s throat as Coy moves out of the way for his partner. “No fair!” Riley once again protests as Alan rolls out of the ring and away from the action, leaving Comet to make the call. “A Superplex followed by a huge guillotine legdrop…and a cover!” ONNNNNE! TWWWWWWO! BROKEN UP BY MADDIX! Comet yells as Landon falls across Coy’s body, breaking the count for his team. This brings Alan back into the ring as well, and as the referee tries to detain him, Landon has Coy back on his feet, but only momentarily, before driving him back down with a DDT. Landon drags Royal over top of West and retreats to his corner just as the referee turns around! ONNNE! TWWWWO! BROKEN UP BY CLARK! “NO!!” Riley screams as Clark drags Todd of West, making sure to send a kick into Royal’s right knee before heading back to the apron. “That was uncalled for!” “Your hypocrisy continues to amaze me, Robert” Comet remarks as West gets back to his knees, crawling toward his corner and making the legal tag to Alan. Matthews seems shocked once more that he can not seem to get into the match, but lets it slide as they seem to have regained their momentum. Alan comes into the ring and goes right back to work on Royal’s leg, dropping another elbow across the knee before yanking him up to his feet and whipping him across the ring and into the Unnamed corner. The referee signals a tag as Alan runs in, leaving Todd to drop down as Landon springs up and off the top rope, nearly decapitating Clark with a flying clothesline! BOOOOOO!!! The crowd explodes in jeers as Clark falls to the mat and Landon hops back up to his feet, turning toward the crowd for a moment as if to say ‘turnabout is fair play’, but the audience continues their reckless boos, anyway. Maddix goes for another Irish whip, but the Cruiserweight champ reverses at the last second, and as Maddix comes back toward the center of the ring, Alan jumps up, trying for a hurracanrana. Maddix counters, blocking the attempt and catching Alan’s legs and standing steadfast, draping Alan down and wrapping his legs around Clark’s upper arms before falling forward, slamming Clark down into the mat. “Disciple Clash!” Comet yells as Clark’s body is smashed into the canvas, but Landon does not seem to be through with his nemesis quite yet. Landon locks his legs around the back of Alan’s neck and rolls to the side, getting to his back and trapping Clark’s body, bending it in ways it was never meant to go. “Yes! And now the Stretch Landon is on! This is over…WAIT!” Riley is erratic as Coy climbs into the ring and goes for the jugular, driving his elbow into Landon’s throat, causing the submission to be broken, but Landon calls for reinforcements as the referee fights to get Coy out of the ring. Todd, still limping, gets to Landon as fast as he can and Alan is pulled up and immediately dropped straight back down onto the top of his head with a double brainbuster – courtesy of the House of Todd! “Alan Clark could be out cold!” Comet screams as Todd slides to the outside of the ring as Landon goes for the cover. The referee takes a moment to look over at Royal on the outside before making the count… ONNNE! TWWWWO! THREEEENOOOO!!! “Alan Clark kicks out and that is complete robbery! The referee took too long getting to that cover!” Riley argues as Landon, though shocked at the tenacity of the cruiserweight champ, is quick to pull him to his feet and try another whip into the ropes. Landon aims for a clothesline as Alan comes back toward the center of the ring. CLARK DUCKS! Alan gets underneath the outstretched arm of the Disciple, and turns around quickly, trying to catch Maddix with a clothesline of his own… MADDIX DUCKS! The clothesline attempt sends Clark flailing, and Landon aims for a neckbreaker, but Clark holds his position and shoves Landon forward, sending him into the ropes and bouncing back at breakneck speed… WHAAAM! The two superstars collide with clotheslines and fall to the canvas, the crowd exploding in cheers as the two lay in the center of the ring, their partners standing on the apron, yelling and screaming for tags to be made. “Both men went for clotheslines and they both hit hard!” Comet yells as Landon begins the long crawl toward his corner, but Clark has yet to move after being brutalized for the past few moments on the match by the House of Todd. “Come On, Clark!” Coy can be heard screaming as Landon inches closer and closer to his team, and Alan finally begins to move, looking up toward his corner and starting to crawl. “It’s a race for a tag!” continues Comet as Landon is only a few feet away from the outstretched arms of his partners, and the same can be said for Clark on the other side of the ring… “…and Landon makes the tag!” “…but so does Alan Clark!” “…here comes Duran!” “…and Matthews too!” “GRAP-LUR! GRAP-LUR! GRAP-LUR!” The fans chant rhythmically as the two behemoths finally step into the ring to face each other. Without hesitation, the champion and the number one contender rush at each other, finally looking to get it on in a non-gay way! Both men swing at each other, and start nailing each other with furious right hands! Finally, Grappler swings with a backhand fist, knocking Duran back a few steps. Matthews quickly takes a few steps back as well, but then charges forward, extending his arm out for a clothesline, but the Notorious One ducks! Charlie uses his momentum to carry him to the ropes, and John does the same with the opposite ropes, as both men rebound and charge back at each other! They both lower their shoulders… *BOOM!* …and collide! Duran and Matthews fall backwards, the force jarring them! “Whiskey of Hirohito!” Comet exclaims, “Both men went for shoulder blocks and suffered the consequences! That was like a car crash!” “All I want,” begins Riley, “is to see Duran give Grappler a Blunt Force Trauma. It should be the LEAST he gets for his blasphemous robbery committed last week against Landon.” The men are shaken up, but they are still able to get back to their feet rather quickly. This time it’s Duran that swings his arm for a clothesline, but Matthews ducks this and, standing behind his nemesis, wraps his arms around him and lifts him up diagonally, before dropping him down ass-first across his knee with an atomic drop! The force stuns Duran, but he turns around just to have Grappler wrap his arms around him and lift him up, dropping him straight down across his knee with an INVERTED atomic drop! The crowd roars at the ingenuity, but since Duran is still standing, Matthews fires off a right hand! A left hand! Charlie kisses his left fist, and then spins around, connecting with a discus punch that knocks the Notorious One down to the mat! “Hephaestus! I guess you can’t get much more old school than a discus punch, eh Bobbo?” Riley can only grunt incoherently. As Comet and Riley argue about the nuances and fundamentals of wrestling, Duran climbs up to his knees, and, as Todd Royal summons the referee over, Duran stands up, bringing his knee right into Grappler’s crotch! *CHING!* The crowd jeers vociferously as Matthews doubles over in pain, and Duran stands tall on his feet. The Notorious One takes Matthews’ arms and interlocks them in a double underhook, before falling back and drilling the champion with a double arm DDT! John floats over into a cover as the fans continue to boo the hell out of the Unnamed! ONEEEEEEE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOO – NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Matthews shoots his shoulder up quite easily, and rolls onto his stomach. Duran, satisfied, tags in Todd Royal! Todd hustles into the ring and, seeing Matthews in a vulnerable position, runs forward and drops down with the tip of his elbow extended, nailing the back of the champ’s neck with an elbow drop! Royal gets right back to his feet and then quickly sits down, this time dropping a lightning fast legdrop (with the good leg) onto the back of Charlie’s neck! “Citizen Royal obviously going for quick, striking attacks,” Comet points out, “which is smart, because he’d be no match for our world champion in a power wrestling competition!” “Again,” Riley sighs, “your bias is just ridiculous, Comet. For once, show some impartiality!” Todd lifts Charlie’s head up and drapes his neck across the second rope, before pulling up on the rope, choking the life out of the champion! The referee admonishes him, giving him the five count to break the hold. Royal, ever the opportunist, breaks the move at 4.89. With Matthews literally on the ropes, Royal charges to the opposite side and comes racing back, leaping into the air and straddling his back with a big attack! Matthews is able to get to his feet after Todd dismounts him, but as he staggers back, Royal ducks down and swings his leg around, sweeping the champion’s legs out from under him, flooring him! “ROY – AL – SUCKS!” Todd shouts to the fans that he does not perform fellatio, and takes Matthews by the legs, dragging him over to the Unnamed’s corner! Todd reaches over…and tags in Landon Maddix! Royal holds the world champion in position as Maddix scales the top rope and leaps off, kicking his legs out and landing back-first across Matthews’ chest just as Royal drops an elbow right into Matthews’ groin! “Brilliant maneuver!” Riley cheers, “The House of Todd is the greatest tag team in the world today, and it’s things like that that gave them that title.” “Well, technically they don’t have THE title,” Comet remarks, “but if it’s things like low blows that gave them that moniker, it can’t take much to knock them off that pedestal.” Landon rolls off after the senton as Royal exits the ring, and drops down on top of the champion! ONE! TWO! AND A KICKOUT! Frustrated but not surprised, Landon brings Charlie back up to his feet…and rakes his fingers against Matthews’ eyes, temporarily blinding him! The crowd jeers Maddix’s obvious cheating, but with Grappler incapacitated, La Cucaracha wraps his left arm around his head in a tight headlock, before running at a neutral corner, kicking his legs up, pressing off of the turnbuckle and spinning around, dropping to the mat with a BIG swinging bulldog that flattens Matthews’ face against the canvas! After the pop ’n’ fresh move, Maddix presses down against Grappler again, covering him for another pin! ONE! TWO! T – KICKOUT!!! Matthews fights out of the pinning predicament and crawls to the ropes, where he pulls himself up, slowly. When Maddix sees this, he runs to the adjacent ropes, and as Grappler turns to face him, Landon rebounds and leaps up, spinning around for an elbow attack…but Grappler catches him in midair and drops back, giving Maddix a backdrop suplex! The crowd EXPLODES as Matthews gets a piece of offense in, and after lying on the mat for a second, Grappler gets up to his knees…and ROARS! “IT’S POUNDING TIME!” Comet shouts, a little too excited. Matthews brings Maddix up to his feet and…traps him in a front facelock! The crowd goes nuts! Grappler swiftly lifts Landon up into the air for the damndest Wake Up Call the world has ever seen, but the fans begin booing, and then- *BOOM!* -John Duran attacks Matthews from behind with a BIG, BIG BOOT to the back of the head! Charlie drops Landon and falls to the mat, the blow knocking the life out of him. Of course, La Cucaracha isn’t much better for wear, and both men are out. Grappler recovers first, though, and on his knees, he shuffles over to his corner…and tags in ALAN CLARK! Maddix pulls himself up at just the same time, and the two cruiserweight enemies SQUARE OFF! Both men think fast, but the fresh Clark thinks faster, as he leaps into the air and shoots his leg around, catching Landon with an enzuiguri that drops the Unnamed member down to the mat! Clark grabs Maddix’s head and calls to Matthews to get ready to do a double team move. The champ simply nods, but on the other side of the ring, John Duran sees the potential danger in this, and drops off the apron, walking towards the face corner! Without Matthews even noticing, Duran, who is now behind him, grabs his leg and forcefully pulls him off the apron! Matthews turns around, only to get slugged down by a hard right hand! “Chaos is looming!” Comet cries, “Chaos is looming and the apocalypse is now! All hell is about to break loose!” The two men who will square off at Battleground start their grounded battle a bit early, trading hard blows on the outside. Meanwhile, Clark realizes Matthews is gone, and, using this distraction, Maddix kicks his nemesis in the back of the knee! Clark drops to the mat, on his knees, and Landon runs to the ropes, before coming back and pressing off of Alan’s knee, swinging his leg around and nailing him in the side of the head with the SHINING WIZARD! Landon falls down on top of Clark as the pin is counted! ONE! TWO! COY BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!! The crowd ROARS as the wayward son saves the…wayward son, but just as he does, Todd Royal enters the ring! Royal surprises West with a right hand to the temple, but Coy re-Coy-als with a low kick, right to Todd’s injured leg! Todd drops to the mat like a sack of bricks, holding his hurt leg. “And the sky has opened!” Comet says, metaphorically, “as Duran and Matthews are duking it out on the outside, and the House of Todd and the Wayward Sons are having a huge fight of their own inside!” “Idiots,” Riley calls out, “Grap, Coy, Clark, they’re making a BIG mistake just going in there and getting into an uncontrollable fight with, of all people, the Unnamed.” JUST as Riley calls this, Duran ducks a wild punch by Matthews on the outside and hoists him onto his shoulders, in a reverse fireman’s carry! The crowd boos FEROCIOUSLY~ as Duran prepares for takeoff…but no! Grappler drops down behind Duran and turns him around, before grabbing him in a front facelock and falling back, taking him down with a DDT on the concrete! As this is going on, inside the ring, Coy and Clark have Landon all to themselves. They pick La Cucaracha up and trap him in a double front facelock, before hoisting him up, draping him across the top rope, and falling back, hitting a DOUBLE SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! “WAY – WARD – SONS!” The New Jersey crowd begins getting into this new tandem something fierce, as Coy tells Clark to ‘do his thang’. Alan nods and scales the top rope, still holding his head from the impact of the shining wizard. Nonetheless, he springs back, turning 180 degrees before spinning a full 540, pumping his arms and legs as he spins and comes down on top of Landon with the JOY TO THE WORLD! The crowd EXPLODES AGAIN at the sheer magnitude of the high-flying spectacle. Royal moves in for the kill to break up the pin, but Coy stops him by spinning him around, grabbing him by the arm, and leveling him with a short-arm clothesline! Clark remains on top of Landon as the ref counts the pin! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you, come again. *DING DING DING* The Continental Airlines Arena nearly loses its roof as the classic Kansas tune plays through the arena. “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS,” Funyon announces, “THE TEAM OF COY WEST, ALAN CLARK, AND THE SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, CHAAAAAAAAAAARLIE MAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” Matthews, fresh off of taking out Duran on the outside of the ring, returns inside and congratulates his two partners. All three men raise each other’s arms as the music continues. “No, no, no, no, no!” Riley moans, “this isn’t happening! That freakin’ hippie! That freakin’ redneck! That freakin’…” “…champion?” Comet fills in the blank, “Bobbo, whether you like it or not, this makeshift team has beaten the odds and overcome the Unnamed in a big victory! Of course, the Unnamed will live to fight another day, and citizens, we hope you’ll be there with us. For Bobbo Riley, I’m Cyclone Comet, GOOD NIGHT!”

i still want to say that's a gimmick similiar to Waylon Mercy in that what he is outside of the ring is completely different to his in-ring self...and that he turns into a wrestling machine when he climbs through the ropes.

i have a love for SOR 2...just cause i can make it through the whole game without dying once (or only once). the X-men arcade game is still one of my favorite arcade games of all the time. The big double screen, and me as Nightcrawler whooping ass with the teleport.

They have weapons...i'm sure UNDER THE RING there could be some fun stuff.

HBK is hopped up on Jolt Cola, Surge, and Judy Blume books.

They make such a cool threesome I have to say I say that they add Benjamin to the group, and make it an OFFICIAL stable. Foley/HBK/Benoit/Shelton: WE ARE...THE UNION 2004!! (Back in Greenwich, Vince awakens in a cold sweat) Vince: UNION?!! WHERE?! WHERE?! Linda: Oh hunny...you're just having that nightmare again...

Benoit: Why are you here? HBK: I taped Garrison Cade's asscheeks together. How about you? Benoit: I killed a guy. What about you, Foley? Foley: I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO!!! (Foley attacks random pedistrians with barb wire bat) Foley: BANG BANG!

Hmm. Regal should tell him to imitate Ricky Steamboat, The Harts, and Dynamite Kid. Regal should say "hey, immitate Hulk Hogan" ...then he'll never lose.

"Rhyno...PLAYING with the BIG BOYS" along with the Nitro theme from earlier...i'm getting weirded out.

Kane gets the ME slot? WTF?

After Benoit and Eddie as champions...the rest of the standards lowered drastically.

"nobody licks my face without PERMISSION!"

BUSHWHACKERS....get a pop~!

EUGENE LIVE~