The Amazing Rando

Word Association garnered a total of 28,438 replies...compared to the 21,245 for 'Mission to 1000'... this CTDWAT thread is probably 4th on the list. ("The Person Above You" thread in GC also has like 12,000 or so replies.) Quick Edit: Make that 5th, as "The One And Only Anglesault Thread" currently clocks in at over 13,000 replies, though I believe it was merged with "The Two and Other Anglesault Thread" or some other like-named thread.

Most software programs designed for burning CDs have a "Data CD" option

Is that supposed to be a joke? Someone's signature has (or had) the original comment, which i punch-lined.

I never suffer... I promo around.

I was going to write you coming in anyway from the OAOAST. Just cause at least then it might have some storyline to it with the Zack Malibu stuff. Then I was going to turn around and do Michael Craven vs. Brimstone

Somewhere between MSG and Baltimore, the SWF crew has stopped for a weekend house show. It is hours before the show is going to start, but a few superstars have already made their way to the building. One such person is Ricky Barbosa, who can be seen walking the halls looking as dejected as ever. But as he walks around a corner and into his dressing room, he is greeted by the figures of Alan Clark and Walter Reynolds, the bodyguard almost having to hold Alan Clark in place. "RICKY!!" Ricky, not totally paying attention to anything around him, jumps from the shock and looks up, only to quickly divert his eyes when he realizes who was calling his name. Alan, on the other hand, is still decidedly ticked off. "I was undefeated, Ricky! Not a loss since returning to the SWF! Then you go jumping through hoops for my attention and we both suffered! I LOST THANKS TO YOU!" Alan is fuming, and the more he talks the more Ricky's head sinks into his shoulders. "I'm...I'm sorry. That's all I can say. I will make it up to you if I can, I swe..." "You aren't going to do anything. I don't want to see your face when I am in that ring. Wait, no, you'll just wear a mask or something. If I see you, or anything that I even THINK is you when I am in the ring, you'll be coming over to the OAOAST and dealing with Bloodshed. I am not going to be seen as a loser because of my so-called 'biggest fan'." Ricky is still silent. "If you really were my biggest fan you would do things that would help me WIN. But I don't even want you doing that. You sit here and you walk around and you wrestle wearing that 'Wayward Sons' t-shirt and think you know EVERYTHING about what it takes, but you don't. I don't even care if you can recite the oath frontwards, backwards, and in LATIN, okay...I can tell you don't know a thing about what it takes to be known as a 'Wayward Son'. Sometimes I used to wonder if Edward James knew what it took to be one, and you are no Edward James. His problems were self-assurance, and yours is just selfishness. You want me to like you and actually care that you exist because you wear a T-SHIRT.You were nothing but a faceless fan until two weeks ago!" "That's not what I...." "I don't want to hear it. Not a single fan cares about me anymore, and why is that, Ricky? It's because, just like the SWF, they don't NEED Alan Clark. They are stuck with him. My contract runs out in June, Ricky, and letting it expire is the only legal way to get away from this place without getting sued into oblivion by Disney. I was fully intent on staying and collecting my paychecks until you showed up. Now I am not so sure." Ricky looks up towards Alan at this revelation, but then quickly shoots his eyes back down to the floor when he notices Alan still staring down at him. "Do you think if I put on that shirt and walked to the ring to that music that the fans would CARE about me? It's more than clothes and music, it's VALUES...values that ceased having any meaning the moment I shook the hand of Landon Maddix. You want to attack me for that? You want to yell at me for doing what I did back then? DO YOU WANT TO HATE ALAN CLARK BECAUSE OF THE PAST TWO YEARS OF HIS LIFE??" "No...I-" "I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I just want you to stay away from me. If you really cared about me the way you say you do, you might want to think about listening to me and doing what I say. Stay out of my way, and stop making a mockery of the Wayward Sons. It's dead. Seriously." and with that, Alan and Walter exit the dressing room, leaving Ricky alone with the camera in his face. After a few deep breathes, Ricky speaks softly to himself. "To be a wayward son...is to look inside oneself...and find the light. To be a wayward son...is to become that light...and find peace. To be a wayward son...is to use that peace...to carry on." Ricky breathes deeply once again and looks up towards the camera. "I am a wayward son." Fade.

Three-ways should be perfect for people with ADD.

that would be one of the greatest things ever. If all the sudden his music hit, everybody freaked out, he walked out from the curtain and did the "smell" pose at the top of the ramp, then left. The fans would probably boo if he left, but then he could just come back out and give the eyebrow and everybody would be silenced.

I'll bet Davey Boy's sitting in his house right now saying "I could write a book about that!"

I'd say both Waltman and Davey Boy have about the same amount of credibility on this incident at this point in time.

i always thought "pop" was a northeastern thing, but I've heard it in Ohio and PA, but not so much in Maryland. I *hate* when people refer to a shopping cart as a "buggy", though.

You vastly over-rate me. Keep it up. Also, expect at least one promo (on the board), and a special Pree Show next Wednesday Night. Special Guest: Wait and See.

Who are you now?

No show this week (as you've noticed) ...but there will be one next week. A very SPECIAL one. (rubs hands together evilly)

Didn't he pin Bodydonna Skip with a rollup? In TNA? Way to nail that reference.

Didn't he pin Bodydonna Skip with a rollup?

And now, Umaga orders a meal at Burger King, only to get half-way home and realize they have forgotten his fries......

UMAGA'S IN THE WOMAN'S BATHROOM, TONY!

AAE reminds me of the British dude from "It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World"

LUDICROUSweight~

He won using the dreaded "My Opponent is Val Venis" maneuver.

DAMN~

I always stated that it looked like both of them were doing indoor skydiving and the fan turned off.

This is when Kane needs to come out in black and green (with a mask and long hair) and make everyone mark out like it's 1999 again.

HBK runs scared as Edge and Orton begin walking around the arena pushing one of Taker's old caskets with a bullseye on the edge of it.