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Props to Richard for bringing forward reasonable answers, but a thread like this invites chaos.

J.R. has first worn the hat at the Rumble in San Antonio, and has worn it regularly since In Your House: Canadian Stampede.

I have no issue with you whatsoever. +1 for WC's Carlin reference.

I know I asked to have the show off (much appreciated, by the way), but outside of grueling work hours I won't be TOO busy. I could get in a "Tod is here" promo and mark a match.

That'd be my friend. We were four, so we split picture assignments two at a time as to not bug the same performer for four separate pictures. I also got on his case about getting a Tiger Woods cap at first.

Nope. Go nuts. You know how Jim Ross always mentions in his blog that he's always glad to meet with fans? Bullshit. We first took a picture with Jerry Lawler, who then told us to stick around and wait for J.R. to come out as he LOVES to take pictures with fans. But the tone in which he said it indicated more of an intent to fuck with his colleague. Having worked some indies myself, I kinda know what it's like to deal with "marks". His knowing smirk was almost noticeable. Once the deed was done, J.R. couldn't get in his rental truck fast enough.

He's about an average 6'2", 6'3". I'm just short.

In an effort to further activize and make up other words about Community, I thought I'd start this little thread where you get to brag about your "celebrity" encounters. Surely a bunch as varied as ours has a story to tell. So go nuts and include pictures. I'll get the ball rolling with my 2006 encounter from a Raw in Montreal, with none other than the man with the mic himself... Todd f'n Grisham! * * Profanity added for sarcastic effect.

Correction: put me down for Genesis only. These days, people are even moreso utter morons, and I come home from work in an even bigger mood to maim and murder the first human being I witness, rather than write. That way match quality will be better reserved for the grand-daddy. I'll make sure to promo for the 2nd though.

I'm there. And I'd love it if it implied that thing I keep bugging Toxxic about. If it doesn't, that's fine, I'm there anyway. Something tag title related perhaps.

More. More!

Speakin'o'which, Landon hasn't paid much attention to mine lately, has he? Or like, any of my promos...

- Iced cap from work. Goodness. - Guitar Hero: On Tour for DS. Youth Gone Wild~! - Definitive Ric Flair Collection.

It's getting late and I'm oh so close to finishing. I never had an official response to my request of an extension, but I promise I'll have my match in Dace's inbox by 7-8pm EST.

I learned my lesson with the stupid sounding german name. Thus, I go with the safe bet of my initials. When you look at it, the new character's initials aren't much of a stretch either.

I'm suddenly going through a huge blank-page period, so consider me off for July. I'll still try to produce something good for NIL, of course.

That was tonight? Crap. Apologies for failing to send something in to establish the Toronto presence.

"You ok, man?" ... Wednesday, May 28th, 2008. ... "Yeah, I guess." ... Deep inside La Arena in Mexìco City, Mexìco. ... "Hell of an effort out there." "Yeah. Not good enough." ... Tod James Stuart rests against a wall-adorned with a large black canvas adorned with the SWF logo. This area must be usually used by the television crew. In fact, various backstage employees are scurrying around, setting up equipment, taping cables to the ground, testing lights and generally ignoring the two wrestlers. In street clothes, his massive partner Daniel Smith leans on the wall right next to him. He offers words of wisdom as best as a 6'5", 285 lbs. teaching major can. "Hey, back at the start of training camp, who was it that said it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit; then get up and keep moving forward?" asks Dan. His eyebrows scrunching into a puzzled squint, Tod directs his glance towards his partner. "I said that?!" "Yeah. And I'm pretty sure you blatantly lifted it from that last 'Rocky' movie. Still a kick-ass line, though." "Still. I just got a weird feeling." "Why's that?" "Well, these people seem about ready to set up a shoot here." "Coming through!" A crewwoman zooms by past the two men, carrying an unusually large make-up case. "And then," continues Tod. "This guy with the mullet has been fiddling around with this light projector for the past five minutes." Daniel turns his gaze to look behind him, spotting the aforementionned crewman. Using his best southern hospitality, he returns the gesture with a grin and a How You Doin'. "Then there's that camera four feet away from us, pointing directly at us. With Gus seemingly waiting his cue to switch it on. Hey Gus." "Tod." "And that woman was Jan the make-up lady. She usually does the on-air talent. So considering the fact that we're standing in a featureless backstage interview area with the SWF logo, and that she was bringing this much make-up... I'd say we're about to cut a promo." "With the airhead who can't string two thoughts together?" asks Dan with very minimal interest. Or that could just be his usual demeanor. "We're rolling!" shouts another crewman. ... "Hello, I'm Ben Hardy and we're backstage at Duck & Cover live from Mexico City!" "...Well. Almost." utters Tod, to his fellow Canadian. "I'm standing here with both members of the GTA Fight Team. And Tod James Stuart, you just went through a grueling contest with the World Champion Insane Luchadore, and unfortunately you were on the losing end. Your thoughts." "It was a hell of a fight, Ben. Like I'm so fond of saying: we gave 'em hell. Sure, I'm a little disappointed I didn't win. Hell, who wouldn't be? Losing sucks. But it's part of the game. I may have been beaten by the better man, but I'm gonna turn that loss into a positive. It's like Dan The Man always says." he offers Dan a mightly slap of the chest. "I didn't lose to freakin' Cutthroat. I lost to the World Champion. The best wrestler in the company today. Some wait years to do this. Andrew," he then looks at the camera. "We were talking about paths. Our paths are quite different. But for one night, ours briefly crossed. And you came out on top. If that tells me one thing, it's that I wasn't ready yet. I'm a big enough man to admit that. "That whole thing about my daughter? No hard feelings." continues Tod. "To tell you the truth, she doesn't even like wrestling. At her age, she's all about Spongebob and Dora. As this large motherfucker can attest to when he gets to babysit her." he adds a head nod towards his partner. "So, to sum it up, Ben. This is not the end of the road. Andrew; I assure you. I still love you like a brother, man. But this is not the end of us. When the time is right, we'll do this once again. In the meantime, Dan and myself, nowhere to go but up. Eventually, together, we're going to beat every team there is to beat..." He scratches his temple with his thumb, his pinky in the air... inadvertantly flashing the shaka symbol. Upon realizing this, he sends a quick glance at the camera before continuing. Something in the eyes lets it be known this wasn't accidental. "Once that's done... well... you do the math." ... "Sweep the logo... And clear!" shouts the crewman. "Beautiful! Thanks fellas." says Ben Hardy. Within the span of ten seconds, the equipment is packed and boxed and the crew is happily off on a coffee break. Daniel's face is now the definition of flabbergastment. "...What just happened?" he asks, with little reaction. "Don't worry about it." dismisses Tod. "I'll go change. Let's go get some cervezas." ... ___ © SWF.com

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Well, damn. Here is my effort.

I just racked my brain trying to write what I hope will be a good match against the freakin' world champion, to the point where no further racking is possible for fear of drain bamage. I'm not sure I feel ready to go through that again. So yeah, put me down for the 25th only. I'll do my best to promo intensively for the 11th.

It was Jericho that won the Cruiserweight title. Dean had vacated it to prove he could win it legit from Jericho.

Stop distracting my writing with these good promos, damn you.

Same here, but it's mostly stuff about the tag partner that can be used as minor discussion points. But do check it out.

This shall be, as they say, interesting...