JST

Suggestion for the two who make it to the finals: do Japanese intros. They're always cool and make the match seem important.

I'm in with... absolutely no time to spare. How'd everyone do?

Sunday, November 2nd. 2008. The United Center, in Chicago, IL. To Daniel Smith's great annoyance, we are inside what Tod James Stuart likes to call with a smirk the "GTA Command Center". This is basically a U.C. featureless dressing room that was assigned to the Canadians for the duration of the SWF crew's stay in the Windy City. 11:27PM. A rolling suitcase comes into view, being pushed by a foot belonging to the aforementionned Tod Stuart. Thanks to the steadily dropping fall temperature, Stuart is throwing on his snazzy Wilke-Rodriguez windbreaker and twirling his freshly showered long hair into a ponytail. "Move it, numb nuts. Our plane leaves in an hour. I know how pissy you get when you miss the Dr. House reruns. That, and the girl's just texted me about five or six things that she'll do to me once I get home. So, ... yeah." says Tod in his most pressing but gentle manner. Following suit into view is Daniel Smith, clad in a classy leather duster. Not only does the man kick ass in the ring, but he knows how to dress in style. "Your kid spilled juice on my Tivo. You're buyin' me the box sets." decrees the larger Canadian. "Yeah, whatever. Less talk, more get your ass in the car and onto O'Hare... Oh, wait...Gettin' another text. Heh, probably the girl again." says Tod, while suddenly probing his pockets and expecting more of what awaits him at home. "Yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! I walk alooooooooooooone...!!" Hooah!! Stuart fishes out his Virgin Mobile, giving us a perfect earful of his texting ringtone. Daniel Smith's look is the perfect combination of not amused yet puzzled. "What. I like the song." says Tod, flipping his phone open. Thirty seconds pass before Stuart utters anything else, as he's concentrated in his reading. "...Now what?" asks Daniel. "Dig this." says Tod, handing the phone over. ... Good job with TKO tonight, guys. This ain't a tag title shot like you wanted, but it'll hold you over for now. We're doing a tournament to crown a #1 contender for the World belt. We got 15 guys in and we're one short. Last spot goes to one of you guys. You got X-Punk in the first round. Fight amongst yourselves. Cheers. -LM & T ... "That's unexpected." says Dan, man of few words. "Shyeah. So whaddya say, big guy? Wanna show 'em what Dan The Man's made of?" asks Tod. "World Champ Daniel Smith's got a hell of a ring to it." "What? Dude, no. No. If anything, that spot's yours... I'm not there, yet." replies Dan, muttering those last few words. "Take it." "Hey, I thought I made it clear. Starting tonight, we're looking at Luke & Leo and those belts. We're in this together, you hear? We'll just tell Landon and Toxx to get someone el--" "I can wait." replies a confident Dan. "You, you're there already! It's your time, bro. Remember Andrew? Nearly unbeatable World Champ. You came by a hair of beating him. A fuckin' hair. You're telling me you don't want that shot once more? What, you're scared of Va'aiga?! If anyone can find a way to beat him, it's you! Isn't that what we do? Don't answer that. You bet your fuckin' ass that's what we do. We beat people. You start by goin' through X-Punk. He's good. But he's not good enough. Just don't worry about us, Tod. The belts'll still be there. I can wait. The team can wait." "When you put it like that..." Dan Smith is a man of few words, but he likes to think that when he has something to say, it tends to stay in the back of one's mind. "Thanks, man." says Tod. "You know I love when you get these little epiphanies. Let's do this one for the Clinic, then!" "Great! Now get your ass movin'. If I don't get to sleep in my window seat, you don't get to sleep either." "Fine, fine..." utters Tod, with a closing sigh. With a decided step, the two partners finally gather their suitcases and bags, and finally file out of their dressing room. "If I become World champion, your ass stays in coach..." ...

I can haz tag match insted?

Okay, now I'm officially late. But I promise I will get something in by the end of sunday night.

Disco has his shining moments. One night on Saturday Night, he's selling Paul Orndorff's brutal piledriver and the first thing he asks the officials is if his hair is okay.

I've met Saturn. Very nice with fans. But he's definitely got that Don't F With Me look in his eyes.

They're hilarious. You don't need Photoshop to be funny.

You haven't actually read my stats, have you?

Why yes. You actually said so in the other thread.

Can Breslins/NYC use Tod as guest commentator?

So um, do we actually have to have Tenay & West as the announcers?

At first glance, that background looked like the old Family Feud set.

My computer survived at least a week, so count me in for Hallows.

I'm down for some tag action. Edit: And some promo of course.

Well, I'm back. I don't suppose I can get a week-long extension to try and pump something out.

Well, aren't we all cursed... This sucks, I was hoping to have a go at WC and Bo, something I've never really done. Be gentle to the Torontonians.

I'm officially tapping out. Because of work, I can only get my piece of crap fixed tomorrow or thursday, which leaves me absolutely no time to complete my match. Sorry everyone. Say, if Bo can't turn in a match in time either, can we just postpone it for another show? I'm hoping to be back during the next week.

I'm fucking cursed. My NEW computer now gave up on me. I don't even know if I can get it fixed in time to finish my match. Goddammit. Status uncertain.

Note to sirs SIN and Bruner; I'll be adding some notes in my stats and add a general update.

In related news, my Wii will now be solely used for recreation. Got a new computer and I'm ready to go.

In theory, I should have my piece of crap back by the beginning of the week. Will let you know. This is definitely the most loaded card I've seen so far.

I dunno why, but that made my day. Update: my presence is still uncertain for Genesis Computer's in the shop for 2 to 3 business days. I'm stuck in Wii-surfing mode until then.

My computer is on its deathbed. I'm writing this from my Wii, of all things. So, IL and X-Punk; perhaps don't take any chances and send your stuff to Landon or Toxxic? I'll let ya'll know of the situation. (this whole thing took 10 minutes to write with nothing but a Wiimote. Argh.)

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.