Secret Agent

I need Storm free of match writting. Regardless of which JD wins, I have some promos to spit out. Thanks.

Johnny, you have hit the glass ceiling. What because it takes him four segements to pull the kind of ratings Johnny does in one? Anywho, my time was limited this past few days so I barely got one done... I gots more on the way though.

Holy crap, I got the number 1 pop! Woot!

What a coincidence this is; I actually live about 10 miles away from this arena, but Johnny’s from Nevada so I guess IC it isn’t that big of a deal. Edit: I'm promoing no doubt about it, Landon, but I guess it doesn't have to open up the show.

Drat - I should have figured my liberalities would get me in trouble. My bad with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, Toxxic, I obviously misread it as it could be either or—pedigree or DDT—instead of it could be done LIKE a tornado DDT. As far as the rest of it, I read your stats and followed them, but I deviated from them a bit, I’ll admit. Basically I just wanted to push the envelope on how resilient he could be when pushed with retaining the World Championship, and hurting or not he had to get up. That’s what I was aiming for when I wrote that portion, though I’m not sure it came across that way. I guess I’ll leave pushing characters past their limits to the handlers themselves for the future. On a side note, and no offense to Toxxic meant at all… but hooooooooly shit. I never thought I’d see this day. I got to send the love to Wildchild; he always pushed me farther when I felt I had nothing to write, and has actually been an OOC writing partner as well as a tag team partner. Raynor was a big inspiration as was Edwin, and all they did was let me read good matches. I kind of ripped my writing format off Raynor somewhat with all the sound effects and what not, so I have to give an even better shout to him. Flesher - for simply putting up with my questions on how to do ‘so-and-so’ and helping with a lot of shit. Also the freaking Suicide King helped a lot with giving me a good path to try and follow while working up the card. The same thing was also done later on by Z, who is really a cool dude to take the time out for that, I really appreciated that one as well. And before this gets out of control; lots of thanks to TnT, Thoth, TBS(towel match), Judge, and that talented bastard Silent, who gave me the idea to do this from when he did it. I’ll actually comment on the rest of the show in a bit, and again, my apologize if I messed up your character, Toxxic, I’ll get it right on the rematch.

I thought software was a bit harder, as I breezed through hardware in 10 minutes. Xero, the A+ isn't usless it gets you a dollar more and hour at most places and its the fundamentals(along with Network+) that you need to start the bigger stuff like MCSE.

You can have this one Toxxic, but I'm going to need the opening promo slot on Lockdown.

So I guess the plan to meet up at a Rob Zombie concert is off then, WC?

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Now, why in the world would you even think for a moment that virus removal would be covered by Best Buy's service plan? Nobody's service covers that! How is it Best Buy's fault if you go surfing the internet and load a virus onto your system? That's just dumb. Now if your hard drive fails, mother board, cr rom, etc... that's covered as well as it should be. It covers your hardware and they will replace it. Unless of course you happen to be one of the fools that go jogging with their I-Pod and drop it in a puddle of water and think it should be replaced; that won't happen.

So Grand Slam is marking too?

Nah, that was just for fun. I guess I should have explained that one better. Raynor gave me some feedback already, but I figured I'd see if anyone else had more to add.

Well here's my match. I as well wanted to show that I wrote, and I would also like to know what I did wrong/where it went wrong. Basically, any comments would be appreaciated. ----------------------------------- The Delta Center comes to life as SWF Lockdown returns from commercials! After a solid hour and a half of action the Salt Lake City crowd is literally pumped to kick off the first of the last two remaining matches! Referee Matthew Kivell, the official for the upcoming match, comes jogging down the ramp as the Smarktron flares to life, displaying an intense graphic of Johnny Dangerous and Landon Maddix. Though the image only moves for three seconds before coming to a halt; all the hate, frustration, and anger these two share towards each other is clear as day! For now, a chiseled and war-torn “VS” stands in between them ripping one another apart, but soon…that too will be removed. “…and what we have before us now,” booms Comet, “is a match that should have ended at our illustrious Pay-Per-View extravaganza, Ground Zero! Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and once again we will see Johnny Dangerous versus Landon Maddix, and quite possibly… for the very last time!” “Which, as you already mentioned, should have already happened,” adds Bobby Riley. “Johnny Dangerous wasn’t content enough to accept defeat at Ground Zero and move on like a good loser. Instead he started up another fight with Landon Maddix!” “Citizen Maddix brought it upon himself,” reminds Comet. “Agent Dangerous stated beforehand that he was more than willing to leave the series as it were. Landon was the one who couldn’t stop running his mouth.” “I think Johnny’s the one who’s been running the mouth a bit too much lately if you ask me-” “Which we didn’t…” “Shaddup!” growls Bobby. “Johnny’s wrote a check with his mouth that his ass can’t cash! He doesn’t realize what kind of a mess he got himself into when he decided to tangle with our future World Heavyweight Champion, Landon Maddix!” “Well I think it’s time to quit guessing and find out,” says Comet. “Let’s turn this one over to Funyon to introduce these two combatants!” Funyon steps into the ring and raises his microphone to his lips. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he bellows. “The following contest is a non-title match and is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first,” Funyon’s voice trails off as the lights drop down and a voice picks up on the speakers, whispering a name in a deep, sultry voice… “JOHNNY DANGEROUS~!” The Utah fans let off a tremendous pop, but their cheers are barely heard as “After the Flesh” thunders out from the speakers much louder than ever before! The stage is quickly immersed in a thick white smoke that billows out from the sides, serving to momentarily conceal the Barracuda. That is until strobes light up from all corners, partially illuminating Johnny as he moves through the smoke and finally appears at the top of the ramp! Smoke moves all around him as he stands in place and simply gazes out at the crowd through his high-tech shades. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” “From Las Vegas, Nevada,” continues Funyon, “and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds; JOOOHNNY ‘THE BAAARRAAACUDAAAAAAAA’ DAAANGEROUUUS!!!” Funyon barely has the chance to pull the microphone away from his lips before Johnny takes off down the ramp in a full sprint. He slaps as many outstretched hands as he can reach before coming upon the ring and leaping up to the outside apron. “Agent Dangerous is on the scene!” cheers Comet. “He revealed on our last show that he was on a new mission; to cleanse the SWF of all villains! Let’s see if this new purpose helps him to defeat the same man who he couldn’t beat at Ground Zero.” “Oh, please,” scoffs Riley. “That’s about the most ridiculous statement I’ve heard out of you all night! How is Johnny claiming to be on a mission going to make him any better of a competitor?” However, before the two announcers can continue with their bickering, the opening guitar riff to Incubus’ “Megalomaniac” shreds through the speakers! Boos ring out almost immediately as the fans anticipate the entrance of Landon Maddix, only to be thrusts back into their seats when a booming voice picks up… “PREPARE… FOR… LANDOOOOOON!!!” ...WAAAAAHHHHH... DUM DUM "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The song kicks into high gear, blasting all across the arena and driving the crowd into a frenzy of hatred! When they think that they couldn’t boo any harder, the curtains part and Landon Maddix struts out onto the stage with the Intercontinental-Television Championship firmly secured around his waist. He strolls to the top of the ramp then stops and looks out at the booing fans… then promptly dismisses them with a wave. He’s not in the mood to deal with their heckling or lack of consideration for a true talent tonight. This match is all about proving for once and for all that he is clearly superior to Johnny Dangerous, and he intends to show it! “Something noticeably missing from Citizen Maddix’s entrance is usual ring accompaniment,” notes Comet. “All members of Chris Card Enterprises have been rightfully banned from ringside for this match.” “It’s not like he needs them to win matches,” Riley counters, “they’re here for emotional support and encouragement. It’s not like Landon gets the entire arena chanting and cheering for him.” “No but he sure gets them booing for him,” replies Comet. “Besides, the fans that cheer on Agent Dangerous don’t suddenly spring into the ring and clothesline Citizen Maddix. There’s a huge difference.” Once in the ring Landon unfastens the ICTV Championship from his waist then hoists it out to the crowds! They boo him mercilessly, making it nearly impossible for Funyon to deliver his introduction. Still the courageous announcer tries. “From Huron, South Dakota, and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the reigning SMARTMARK WRESTLING FEDERATION INTERCONTINENTAL-TELEVISION CHAMPIOOOOOOOON; LAAANDOOOON ‘LA CUCARAAACHAAAAAAAA’ MADDIIIIX!!!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Landon turns towards his opponent’s line of sight then taps on his title belt and pounds his hand into his chest. He wants to make sure that Johnny remembers who beat him at Ground Zero, and the sneering look on the Barracuda’s face shows that he does. However, the chance to reclaim that prize is not on tonight’s agenda, and Landon can safely hand his belt off to Kivell knowing good and well that he’ll get it back at the end of this match. Kivell hands the belt off to a ringside assistant then calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!! “Bells gone,” says Comet as the two competitors converge on each other and get right in the other’s face, “but there is no action just yet. These two are waiting… no daring the other man to try and strike first! I tell you, Robert, the tension here is so thick you’d need a chainsaw to get through it!” Cheering from the crowd circulates all around these two competitors as they stand nose to nose. The fans eagerly anticipating these two men finally coming to blows, and when the first strike is finally thrown, this crowd literally explodes! WHACK! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Landon fires off a lighting fast jab into the Barracuda’s jaw, but Johnny isn’t even fazed! He fires back, absolutely slamming his fist into Maddix’s mouth! WHAM! “Here we go! Here we go!” exclaims Comet, as Landon stumbles back from the shot. “We’re off with a bang, and these two aren’t pulling a single one of those punches!” Johnny closes in on his foe and swings his fist into Landon’s jaw with enough force to knock a hole through a brick wall! For the second straight time, the ICTV Champion is sent rocking on his heels with a hand to his face. The blows that the Barracuda is handing out certainly aren’t lacking on the stiffness, and Landon knows that he can’t slug it out with his opponent if he intends to win. He wisely gages Johnny’s distance, and when Dangerous comes barreling in for a third shot, Maddix ducks and rolls through, popping up just to the side of the Secret Agent... WHACK! Then jumps up and slams both feet into the Barracuda’s chest with a dropkick! Nailing Johnny just as he spins around! “Just look at that,” sings Riley, beaming from ear-to-ear. “Now THAT’S the kind of calculating attack I like to see, and it’s part of the reason Landon Maddix has grown as such a fierce competitor in the SWF today. He may not be big and muscular, but he’s quick on those feet and even quicker with his mind.” Johnny climbs to his feet with one hand clutching his chest while Maddix watches from several feet away. “COME ON, JOHNNY!” snarls Landon, beckoning the Secret Agent on with his hand. Johnny obliges, racing towards his foe, and the two competitors leap towards each other, clashing with a murderous collar-and-elbow lock up! They scramble for leverage, but Landon can’t hope to win a war of strength against Johnny Dangerous and the Barracuda muscles his opponent into a corner! Kivell tries to worm his way between the two men for a break, but Johnny keeps pushing as Landon frantically tries to get the Barracuda off of him! “By Zeus!” shouts Comet. “Forget about wrestling, these two are trying to kill each other in there!” Kivell finally starts to issue a count, but before he gets past one Landon quickly fires of two short forearms to the side of Johnny’s skull! Johnny wobbles back from the shots and Maddix steps in… SMACK! …and delivers a parting jab to the cheek! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” “And a cheap shot by Citizen Maddix to end that exchange,” notes Comet which is duly noted by Johnny as well, “and I don’t think the Barracuda liked that one bit!” Johnny snarls at his foe, but it doesn’t intimidate the ICTV Champion in the least. Instead Maddix fires out of the corner and flattens Dangerous to the mat with a lariat! He quickly drops down to cover for… ONE! TW-NOO!! Johnny kicks out just before two, and shoves Maddix off of him and climbs back to an upright position. Landon gives him no room to recover though; grabbing Johnny by the wrist he steps forward, whipping his opponent across the ring… NO! Johnny reverses, and Landon ends up being the one to get whipped across the ring! Dangerous times the motions perfectly, and jumps up at the precise moment to deliver a drop kick into the Champion’s chest, but Maddix frantically grabs onto the ropes… WHUMP! “And the Barracuda falls flat on his face,” snickers Riley, as Johnny hit’s nothing but air before gravity pulls him to the mat. “I feel sorry for this nation if that’s the kind of man they’d send out to defend us!” “Like you’ve never made a mistake? Let’s take a look at your entire career!” “Hey, I’ll have you know, I’m a ten time former World Champion,” replies Bobby “I’m talking about your career in the SWF, Citizen Robert, not the cross dressing pageants!” “Oh…” Johnny jumps back to his feet, but he has absolutely no time to offer up a defense as Landon comes screaming across the ring… CRACK! …and the Champion creams Johnny in the bridge of his nose with a flying forearm, dropping him to the mat like a bad habit! An “OOOOOH!” bursts from the fans as Johnny lies on his back writhing in pain and covering his face. His opponent, Landon Maddix, already has his next move planned out, and he darts to the corner. A second later and his up on top, and just as fast, is in the air! He leaps towards the Barracuda and extends his elbow way out, getting some serious hang time before driving the point of his elbow directly into the Secret Agent’s sternum! WHAM!! Johnny convulses on impact, roaring in pain as he grabs his chest! “Maddix isn’t playing around tonight,” notes Comet. “He’s already busting out the big moves in record time, and putting his speed to use in doing so!” “That’s because he’s proving a point, Comet! Johnny tried to cast a shadow of doubt on Landon’s ICTV Title victory at Ground Zero, but Maddix is going to prove otherwise by putting the Barracuda down now,” Riley says, as Maddix pops back up to his feet and zooms back to the corner. “To make it worse, Landon’s going to beat Johnny the same way he did at ground Zero. Remember that triple set of elbow drops? Landon’s going for them again!” “Maybe,” says Comet, “but he’s going to go to the well one too many times and it’s going to backfire on him!” WHAM! Contrary to the Masked Announcer’s remarks, Landon hit’s for a second time. Driving his elbow back into Johnny’s sternum and causing the Barracuda to shrill in agony! The screams of pain bring a sick smile to the Champion’s face, and he excitedly leaps to his feet and pumps his arms to the crowd! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “LANDON SUCKS!” “LANDON SUCKS!” “LANDON SUCKS!” “Citizen Maddix--looking for some accolades from these fans and getting none of it,” remarks Comet. “I don’t know what he was expecting, but for some strange reason I don’t think that was it.” “These people should be thrilled! He’s beating Johnny just like he said he would, and without any of his friends at ringside!” Landon just shrugs them off and turns back to his prone opponent. However, Johnny took the extra time Landon gave him and has started crawling his way towards the ropes; grimacing from the pain in his chest as he moves across the ring. Landon chases after him and kicks the Barracuda over onto his back then slams the sole of his boot into Dangerous’ chest over and over again! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” “Ugh!” Comet disgustedly sighs. “Such disrespect by the Champion; He may not have his friends at ringside with him, but he certainly isn’t easing up on attacking a man when he’s down!” Kivell swings into action and pulls Maddix off the Barracuda, but Landon isn’t about to let this referee put a stop to his beat down and he shoves the ref away! He moves back in on Johnny, ready to cave his chest in, but the referee’s distraction proved more helpful to the Barracuda then you could imagine. As Landon swings his foot down Johnny quickly snatches the Champion by his boot, and uses the momentum to flip Maddix onto his face! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” “What amazing reflexes the Barracuda displays!” exclaims Comet. “In seconds he has reversed the situation and snapped on an ankle lock!” Landon screams in sheer horror as the Barracuda cranks away on his ankle, frantically kicking his leg in hopes of working it free. Finally, after a little effort he slips away from Johnny’s grasp just enough to reach forward and grab onto the ropes to pull himself free. Kivell calls for the break as Landon lets out a sigh of relief, “-and a close call there for Citizen Maddix,” remarks Comet. “He knows he doesn’t want to get caught up in any of the Barracuda’s deadly submissions.” “Deadly my ass!” spits Bobby. “It’ll take a lot more work that one crappy little ankle lock for Landon to give in.” Landon pops back up to his feet and gets defensive, as the sudden turn of events serve to do little more than angering the ICTV Champion. He waits for Johnny to climb back up to his feet, and though the Barracuda is clenching his chest he strangely appears to be reinvigorated. Perhaps from the fans who stand to their feet chanting “JOOOOOHN-NY!” over and over again, as well as the fact that he knows he can’t fail. Landon quickly explodes from his standing position and closes in with a closthesline, but Johnny ducks under the intended lariat and pops up behind the ICTV Champion. As Landon quickly spins on his heel to face his opponent, he’s met by a stinging knife-edged chop! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” “Agent Dangerous is battling back for control!” Bellows the Masked Announcer, as Landon staggers back, grimacing from the chop, but quickly returns fire with a chop of his own! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” “Ha!” snorts Bobby. “Landon isn’t giving up his advantage that easily!” Dangerous, however, isn’t even phased! He stands in place, frothing at the mouth like a lunatic and sends another chop into Maddix’s chest! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” “COME ON!” Johnny shouts, slapping his chest as if to say “is that all you got?”, and the crowd roars their approval! It’s definitely not however, and with a loud grunt Maddix steps in and slashes the Barracuda’s chest with another chop! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” Johnny holds his place, growling from the stinging pain then fires back a chop of his own! SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” “What an exchange we have going here!” shouts Comet, over the fans tremendously loud cheering. “Agent Dangerous is starting to get a second wind building while Citizen Maddix is giving everything he has to subdue this beast… and this crowd is going insane!” Johnny smacks his chest once again, goading his opponent into keeping the exchange going! Like before, Maddix steps in for another chop, but Dangerous blocks it with a forearm and… SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” SMACK! “WHOOOOOOOOO!!” “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” …unloads with a series of eye-watering knife-edged chops, lighting up Landon’s chest and backing him all the way into the far ropes! The ICTV Champion howls in agony while holding dearly to his beet-red chest, and offers up no defense to the Barracuda as he is grabbed by his arm. Johnny steps forward and slings Landon diagonally across the ring, sending the Champion back first into the unforgiving steel post! CRACK! “OOOOH!” Landon crunches into the turnbuckles then staggers out of the corner; one hand gripping his back while the other still nurses his wounded chest. He unintentionally stumbles right into the Barracuda’s path, and like before offers no defense to his opponent as he is taken by the arm and whipped into the adjacent post! CRACK! “OOOOH!” He hits and stumbles back out of the corner and Johnny storms across the ring… then jumps up… KAAA-RAAAACK!! “… and absolutely blast Citizen Maddix out of his boots with a Johnny Kick!” shouts Comet. “I can’t believe it! Agent Dangerous has turned the tides of this match and in doing so, has completely decimated the ICTV Champion!” Johnny drops to his knees and heaves himself over his foe, covering for… ONEE!!! TWOOO!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!! Before Kivell can even begin the motion of the final count, Landon thrusts his shoulder off the mat! The crowds groan and Johnny silently damns the situation, but then he quickly goes back to his task at hand. He grabs Landon and drags him up by his scalp, with Maddix screaming all the way up, then thrusts his knee into the Champion’s gut! Landon doubles over, grimacing as he clenches his midsection and Johnny ducks down and shoots the legs, hauling his opponent onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, cheering whole-heartedly as Johnny looks out to them with Landon draped over his shoulders and lets out a tremendous battle cry! The Barracuda takes a single step forward… then flips forward… WHAAAM!! …and drills Landon back first into the canvas with a colossal thud! “Spinal Exploder!” calls Comet. “Johnny takes another shot to Citizen Maddix’s back, and I don’t know how much more of this abuse the ICTV Champion can take!” “Oh, he can take plenty alright,” hisses Bobby. “His match at ground Zero should have proved that to you! He hasn’t even gone half the time he went at the pay per view with Johnny Dangerous, so believe me when I say he’s got plenty left in the tank!” However, Johnny aims to prove the colorful Bobby Riley wrong and drops down to pin his nemesis! He grabs Landon’s leg and rolls back on it, firmly pinning the Champion’s shoulder’s to the mat as Kivell drops down to count for… ONEE!!! TWOOO!!!!!! THREEEE!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Half a millisecond before three, and to the shock of the Salt Lake City fans Landon kicks out! They roar in disbelief, and Johnny just stares in awe. He can’t believe the amount of drive inside his foe, besides the fact that… by all counts he should be well aware of it by now. Dangerous climbs back to his feet and groans as he gets upright. With his little burst of adrenalin starting to wear off his throbbing chest starts haunting him once more. He reaches down and grabs Maddix by his chin and pulls him up to his feet, and with one hand fixed to his sternum Johnny socks his foe right in the mouth! WHAM! The ICTV Champion stumbles across the ring and falls into the corner, and he turns around just in time to catch sight of Dangerous charging in for an avalanche! Maddix quickly darts out of the way as Johnny leaps towards him, once again proving that speed is on his side tonight! Johnny, like a bumbling fool, goes headfirst into the top of the turnbuckle! WHACK!! His head bounces off the post like a well aired basketball and the Secret Agent goes stumbling backwards, completely stunned out of his mind. Above his right eye blood begins to trickle down, and the crowd winces with an “OOOOOH!” “Dear Zeus!” cries Comet. “Agent Dangerous has been busted wide open!” Landon quickly shifts his game plan to formulate for this new outcome; making a quick break for the ropes, “-and there goes that calculating mind of the ICTV Champion!” shouts Riley, as Landon hops up to the middle rope and springs off, “He sees his opening and doesn’t even play around! He’s going straight to the last act!” Landon leaps right for the dazed Secret Agent, snaring him by the head and… WHAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!! “CRASH LANDON! CRASH LANDON!” shouts Riley, leaping from his seat as Maddix drills Johnny head first into the ring with no remorse. “Landon Maddix has this match won! I told you Landon would come through, Comet, didn’t I?” “He hasn’t come through yet,” replies Comet, redirecting his broadcast partner’s attention back to the ring. “Look, he’s too winded to cover! It took every thing he had to deliver that Crash Landon!” Sure enough, both men are down. They lie face up; separated by a mere five feet as Kivell steps between them. He swivels his head back and forth, making sure no one is moving before utilizing the ten-count. “ONEEEEE!!!” “TWOOOO!!!” “And the referee has reached the count of two,” notes Comet. “So far neither warrior has moved—they might very well be out cold!” “Don’t count on it,” replies Riley. “Well, at least for Landon’s sake that is. He may be down, but he sure in the hell ain’t out!” “THREEEE!!!” “FOOOOOUR!!!” The crowd grows with excitement; chanting “JOOOOHN-NY!” and cheering for their hero in hopes of sparking him back to life. However, much to their dismay, Landon stirs instead. He bolts into an upright seated position and wails in pain as he grabs hold of his tender back. Kivell momentarily stops his count, but Maddix plops back down on the mat, forcing the ref to go on. “FIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!” Landon moves directly after five; rolling onto his stomach and starting to inch his way towards his fallen foe. “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!” Finally, Landon reaches Johnny and he heaves his arm over his opponent’s chest then collapses next to him. Kivell instantly diverts his attention from the ten-count to count the pin, and the crowd watches in sheer horror as the referee seals the deal for Maddix! “Now he’s got the cover!” squeals Bobby. “Adios ‘Agent Dangerous’!” ONEEE!!! TWOOOOO!!!!!! THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” “BY ZEUS! JOHNNY KICKED OUT!” exclaims Comet, but his voice is barely heard as the arena nearly explodes into cheers. His broadcast partner however, is certainly not cheering. “Son of a bitch!” he curses, angrily pounding his fist into the table. “He’s like some kind of monster from a horror movie—not matter how many times you try to slay it, it just keeps coming back!” “Clearly, his cosmic powers have kicked back in,” deadpans the Masked Announcer, rolling his eyes at Riley’s ignorance. Bobby just stares at Comet with his mouth agape; simply beside himself for even signing a contract to commentate next to this spandex-clad freak. Back in the ring, Landon pulls himself up while across the ring Johnny reaches for the ropes to aide him in getting back in an upright position while wiping some of the blood away from his forehead. After a fair amount of struggle, the Barracuda staggers to his feet, still stunned from the effects of the Crash Landon, and his face painted red. “These two men are up, but you’ve got to be asking yourself; how much more could either man possibly take,” says Comet. “They’ve been handing out some of the hardest shots I’ve seen all night!” The two men stumble towards each other, determined to fight no matter how much their bodies beg them to stop. Johnny swings his fist out and nails the Champion in the mouth, but all it takes is a quick retaliation for Landon to keep his opponent stunned. He swings his knee into Johnny’s gut, doubling him over then cranks his forearm straight into Dangerous’ open wound! The Barracuda is knocked to the canvas, and he lies there while grimacing in anguish, “-and the so called Agent Dangerous doesn’t look to hot now,” remarks Riley, “does he, Comet?” Comet shakes his fist at Riley, remaining silent as he knows he is about to never hear the end of this one from his announcing cohort. Landon knows it as well, and excitement begins brewing. He takes off across the ring at half pace, closing in on his foe as he lies in the middle of the ring. Just before reaching Johnny, Landon throws everything he has into back-flipping forward into the air and unfolding right over the Barracuda for a running Shooting Star Press… WHAAM!! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” BUT JUST BEFORE MADDIX CAN CRUSH THE BARRACUDA BENEATH HIM, JOHNNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND THE CHAMPION SLAMS CHEST FIRST INTO THE CANVAS!! “YES! Agent Dangerous just might have something else left!” shouts Comet, dripping with hope as Riley’s chin is left resting on the table. Pushing off the mat with both hands, Landon quickly glances over his shoulder to check on his opponent’s position and is surprised to find one blood stained Johnny Dangerous stalking towards him. Panicking, Maddix scrambles across the mat, trying to reach the ropes, but Johnny dives after him and snares the Champion by his ankle! The crowd roars their approval, and even more so when Johnny drags Landon back to the middle of the ring. Johnny knows he couldn’t possibly keep a steady balance long enough to deliver a standing fight, so with Landon’s foot in hand, he steps over Maddix’s back and cranks his opponent’s foot over his shoulder! “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” “THE BARRACUDA!” exclaims Comet as Johnny locks in his deadly, over-the-shoulder half crab. “This could be the final curtain for Citizen Maddix! Though a valiant and strong warrior he is, he simply can’t hold out against this!!” “The hell he can’t!” snarls Riley. “All he has to do is get back up to his feet and nail Johnny with one last move! Johnny’s putting every last bit of effort into this, and if Landon can realize that and simply hold out this match is his for the taking!” “Not in his current position it isn’t!” The crowd excitedly leaps to their feet, loudly cheering on the Secret Agent as Landon wails in pain! He tries his hardest to suppress it. To push the pain back from his mind and head for the ropes, but after the beating to the back he’s taken it feels like someone stabbing a pitchfork into his spine! “Come on, Landon, hold out!” shouts Bobby. Landon reaches out with one hand and digs his nails deep into the canvas, but before he can pull himself anywhere Johnny gives a firm snap to Maddix’s leg and pulls down even harder! Finally, Landon Maddix has no other choice, and he lowers his head while closing his eyes. Unable to watch as his hand frantically smacks the mat… TAP! TAP! TAP! DING DING DING!!! Kivell signals for the bell and the fans go absolutely ballistic! “After the Flesh” begins pumping from the speakers once more for a victory lap, and Johnny finally releases his hold on Landon Maddix, and then slumps over onto the mat. “The winner of this match, by submission,” bellows Funyon, “JOOOOHN-NY ‘THE BAAARRAAAAAACUDAAA’ DAAAAANGEROUUUS!!!” “Agent Dangerous wins! What a match!” cheers Comet. “I knew he could pull through on this, and what a spectacular charge he made to simply hold on long enough to win this match!” “Whatever,” spits Riley. “Johnny may have won with a lucky move, but Landon is still the Intercontinental-Television Champion! We all know that THAT’S what matters in the end!” “Say as you will, Robert. However, this saga comes to a close with Johnny emerging victorious. He may be leaving without the ICTV Title, and he may leave with a little less blood, but he definitely leaves Landon Maddix with something to remember!” “Whatever,” hisses Bobby. “This next match will have a better outcome. There’s no way Dace Night dethrones our new World Heavyweight Champion, Toxxic!” “You never know, and I for one am betting the Citizen Night finally terminates his nemesis,” Comet says. “Stay tuned, Citizens! Next up is our main event; Toxxic versus Dace Night with the SWF World Heavyweight Championship on the line!” Comet finishes shilling the main event as we get one last view of Johnny Dangerous and Landon Maddix sprawled out on the canvas. Landon with the ICTV Title draped across his chest, and Johnny with blood painted all over his face… As we: FADE OUT.

There is a second Landy and the Tramp - Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventire.

Damn me for not sending all the promos I had in. Any how, this was meant to happen before the Landon/Johnny deal. ------------------------------------------ Somewhere within the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado, Alex Zenon has found himself a room that was easily transformed into a makeshift office. He sits comfortably in his chair, for now at least, going over some quick details. As Commissioner he’s learned to take whatever chance he has to take care of the ever growing stack of paperwork, even if there is a show in progress. Usually, he’s disturbed by a knock at the door or someone barging in. KNOCK KNOCK!! Of course, tonight is no different. Alex looks up from his work and sighs as the door swings open and in steps the Barracuda, Johnny Dangerous… for the second time this evening. “Commissioner,” greets Johnny, with a nod. He strolls in and stops directly in front of Zenon’s desk. Alex stares at Johnny wearily, not sure what he’s here for. “Not another request,” he mutters. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to plead for a title shot so you can leave your guard down,” says Johnny, taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of Zenon’s desk. “However, I am here to try and figure out what exactly is going on in this federation. More or less, this is a polite investigation into recent happenings.” “A polite investigation?” ask Alex. He raises his brow in half amusement. He’s had many people come through his door requesting title shots, contenderships, and blood. But an investigation, now this is something new. Alex leans forward over his desk with one elbow resting on the corner. “Why are you on an investigation to begin with?” “Because it’s my duty to this company and its fans,” Johnny responds. “I’m a secret agent, Commissioner, and though I now work for the SWF, it is a part of me that will always be there.” “Why don’t you just get to the point already? Be a little more precise, Johnny, you can see I’m a busy man with a busy schedule to keep on top of. I am well aware of your history prior to working for the SWF, so stick with what I don’t know.” “Well, I’d like to know exactly what you are doing… to be more precise,” says Johnny. “This place, this federation, has become a lonesome place for people like me who fight for the good of the fans and this company. Those that come here to serve their own selfish destiny while destroying everything in the process have grown by leaps and bounds. It’s a dark place, Mr. Zenon, and something has to be done.” “You think it’s my fault that people act the way they do?” “No… but the growth of such factions as Revolution Zero, and particularly Toxxic, has been met with surprising approval from your department. They’ve become a threat in a short manner of time, and if you ignore it much longer it’s going to be totally out of control! It happened once already with Janus, and you couldn’t put a stop to it. Instead you threw Tom Flesher and Toxxic at him, and while yes, it worked, Janus has left the SWF, you still empowered others in the process.” “So you’re saying you want some kind of shot against Toxxic,” Alex interjects. “I should have guessed!” “Well you guess wrong, Commissioner,” replies Johnny. “You’re not listening to me, and If you’ll allow me to continue there are others as well.” “Look, I know all too well about Revolution Zero! I know all there is to know about Toxxic. Same deal as Tom Flesher, as I’m sure it would have been only a manner of time before you decided to tell me all about him… as if I didn’t know.” “Good, then we are on the same page here.” “Not exactly, I still don’t know what your purpose with them is.” “My purpose is not only with them, but with every man who stands against what’s right; Landon Maddix, Austin Sly, Max King…you.” “Me? What reasoning is there for me to be under your little investigation?” Alex asks, punctuating every syllable of investigation. The amusement was waning thin, as irritation started creeping in. “Well, Mr. Zenon, you did bring in the root of all evil to this federation--The Suicide King.” Shocking silence sets in. Alex stares coldly at the Barracuda as if he stepped over the line, which he surprisingly did. “Not only did you bring King back into the Federation,” continues Johnny, “but you used him to secure your own job, and put Mark Stevens at risk in the process.” “Alright,” growls Zenon, his nostrils flaring. “I’ve heard about all I need to hear. You can go on all day spouting what you will about Flesher, Maddix, and whoever else, but I’ll be damned if you stick your nose in my business! What goes on between Mark Stevens, King, and me, is of no concern to you!” “Maybe so, but it all ties together,” replies Johnny, remaining perfectly cool, “and the fans certainly care. If they care then so do I. This whole situation isn’t going to make you many friends.” “I’m not here to make friends!” snaps Zenon, angrily pounding his fist into the desk. “But you’ve made plenty of enemies,” replies Johnny coolly. “I’m offering you the chance to try and set some right to this place by granting authorization to my mission.” “Authorization!? Mission!? What the hell!? I’ll have no part of this charade, because in case you haven’t noticed I don’t take sides! I don’t interfere with the people you mentioned, so don’t expect me to back your purpose!” “Then I’ll do it without your approval!” snaps Johnny. He finally stands from his seat knowing good and well that he has worn out his welcome… that is if he was even welcome to begin with. “You can sit here all day and wash your hands clean of everything that goes on here, but unlike you I have to take action. I can’t watch idly as these people run around injuring people and destroying everything in their wake. I can fight, so I will, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing! In case you haven’t figured it out by now, Mr. Zenon, the Secret Agent is back!” “You don’t know how deep of a mess you’re getting yourself into, Dangerous!” Zenon shouts at the parting Barracuda. “Don’t come crawling back to me when they injure you for life!” “…And don’t run when I call on you,” says Johnny, speaking over his shoulder before heading out of the Commissioners office. “A threat? Don’t think I can’t fire your ass, or that I won’t!” However, the Commissioner’s words fall on deaf ears, as the Barracuda is long gone. He plops back down into his seat, angrily staring out the open door. “Stupid son of a bitch,” he mutters, “he’s going to get himself killed.” He takes a stack of papers and shuffles them… As we: FADE OUT.

“How does a woman get to be a Bond Girl?” While the question itself would seem to be a little odd, as most would ask “How do I get to be Bond?” Being as how I am a female, I knew I would never be Bond, and being Money Penny didn’t seem too exciting either. It was a thought, however silly, that always sat with me throughout the years. As of last night, I can be proud to say that I don’t have to wonder anymore. In fact I could tell you firsthand about it, but that information is privileged and certainly no place for a journal. You never know whose hands these things could wind up in. What I will tell you, though, is how I became the lucky girl to meet a spy and take him home with me. How I inspired a man to take on a mission that was against all odds! And quite frankly, how I, yes that’s right, how I seduced him! Come on now, A girls got to brag when she gets the chance as these chances don’t come very often. For a lack of better terms I’ll call this: “How I met… the Spy Who Shagged Me.” Pretty tasteless, I know, but you wouldn’t hide it either. It was about six p.m., Delta flight 322, non-stop to Denver, Colorado. The flight had been pretty smooth so far, which was a nice change of pace. As a regular flier one grows accustomed to such things as turbulence, crying babies, and annoying passengers, this flight was void of all those. This time it was simply boredom. A handsome man was seated next to me, but he wasn’t much for the conversation. He seemed lost in his own world of thought. Not once had he offered me anymore than a simple smile and a nod. Instead he stared rather blankly out the window. Those clouds couldn’t be that interesting, believe me I’d know. I spent plenty of flights blinding my eyes on the clouds as I tried to figure what they looked like. It was decided that this silence had to be broken—you can’t expect a girl to be bored now. So I leaned over and said, “Is she out there somewhere?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied. “No, there’s nobody out there. I was just thinking about some things.” “Yeah, me too, only I was thinking about how boring this flight has been. I didn’t think to pack my portable DVD player.” He seemed to get the hint rather quickly, but he wasn’t bothered by it. “How rude of me,” he said, “believe me it wasn’t my intent to be the terrible neighbor.” “Don’t worry about it. We all have times that we’d rather be left alone. I figured I might see if this was a time you’d rather have someone to talk to though. My name’s Sara.” “Johnny Dangerous,” he introduced himself, politely offering a handshake. Then it struck me, Johnny Dangerous, a wrestler from the SWF. I thought I recognized that face, but when he smiled… I knew it was him. I have a kid brother back home who is really into this stuff. He had posters of Tom Flesher, Wild and Dangerous, Dace Night, and of course an entire wall devoted to the Midnight Carnival. I spoke a little about my job, and how I left nobody at home while traveling the nation. (Hey, I have to drop the hints when I can.) I asked him about his job after revealing that I knew of him and the SWF in general. I told him I hadn’t kept up to date with everything as of late, but he was glad to fill me in. In twenty minutes time I was caught back up to speed on the happenings of the SWF… well at least things that mattered to him that is. He told me of Championships that had come and gone, a fallen partner, and how the SWF had become a magnet of evil. It seemed that those who fought for the fans, those who were essentially the good guys, were outnumbered by the bad one’s nearly three to one. Revolution Zero and their leader Toxxic, Suicide King, Tom Flesher, Janus, and Landon Maddix all were top names on this list of bad guys. The way he said Landon’s name, so filled with venom, I could tell he really disliked this man in particular. He delved a little deeper into this Landon guy. He had fought him for a Championship belt and lost in the end. Like any good sportsman he offered a handshake in loss, but was laughed out of the building. “I wouldn’t worry about him too much,” I said. “He sounds like an ass of a man and he doesn’t deserve a handshake anyway.” “Maybe so, but it seemed like the right thing to do,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Why not just prove him wrong?” “What do you mean?” The thought of coming out better seemed to intrigue him and he listen even closer. “Well, he said that your really just out there to fulfill your own selfish desires and not for the fans. Why not just prove him wrong? Why not just prove that you are there for your reasons, fighting every night for the fans?” “Maybe Landon was right in his assumptions,” Johnny offered. “It wouldn’t be hard to prove him correct. After all, I have done nothing to prevent this gradual take over by all these egotistical men that seem to rule the upper echelon of the federation. Quite frankly, I don’t even think Commissioner Zenon cares so long as he has his main event secured. He brought back the Suicide King of all people just to secure his own job, and put an injured man back on active duty. in the process. He’s almost as bad as the others.” “It’s never too late to do something yourself. I mean, come on, you’re a secret agent right?” “I was,” replied Johnny. That seemed to strike a dark chord, as he sunk deep into his seat, gazing into… well nothing. “At one time I was a secret agent, but now I’m just a wrestler.” “Since when do secret agents retire? I’ve seen enough movies, hell I’ve seen enough of Alias to know that once a secret agent, always a secret agent. You don’t just stop.” “… But I have.” “I’ll just tell you this as I hate to see a man wallow in his own self pity. It seems that this federation is out of control, and so far nobody has been successful in stopping it, so why not you? Why don’t you be the first to move? Why don’t you make it your mission to save the fans from being subjected to such devious individuals night after night, and hell… maybe a few boys in the back would get the idea and follow your lead.” “Its impossible odds,” said Johnny, but before a reply could be offered up by me he continued. “But that’s what I’m used to. Sara, you have a bright head on your shoulders and I can see why you have the job you do. You’re absolutely right about this, and you know what… I feel a lot better. I think I will do something, and it’s about time somebody did.” He finished with a smile that could sell a million movie tickets. I could easily see why he was so popular with the female audience with such irresistible charm in so few words. “I could say the same thing about myself,” I jokingly said. “About time somebody did. You know, we’ll be landing shortly and I sure could use a drink.” “I’d be honored,” said Johnny, and I can tell you not only did I think he got the hint. He did. I now have a ticket to Storm at the Pepsi Center in Denver, so we’ll just have to see how much motivation I was able to provide. Not to be big headed or egotistical myself, but I think He’ll be motivated to move mountains after the night I gave him. -Sara.

I'm still waiting on somebody to send me their half of the promo.

Yeah, really, WC don't weight but 10 pounds or so. Having him fall on you isn't very fatal. As far as finishers go, I think I'm safe unless Kurt Angle has something to say about it.

So you mean you think you have a virus? Do you have Norton or some type of anti-virus software? If not at least useTrend Micro's Housecall, it's free. What you describe sounds like adware or spyware though--Popups, slowing down IE, crashing the O/S. I have found that, anymore, no one program will take care of spyware, you need a combination. Today at work I used about 8 spyware programs to fix a machine, if that tells you how bad it's getting. So, like I said before, get these programs. I call this, how to efectively combat Spyware on your computer. (For now, until they come out with better stuff.) 1.Spybot(run twice) 2.Ad-Aware 6 3.CW Shredder 4.Hijack This!(only if you know how to use it) 5.Speacilty fixes like About Buster, Virtural Bouncer Uninstall, Kazaa Be Gone(though I'd run all of these just in case.) 6.Spy Sweeper Make sure you have the lastet referance files, and software updates to all of these programs. Delete all cookies, temporary internet files, and check out your "My Favorites" folder. If you have a bunch of items that were all modified on the same day, chances are they are infected and it'd be a good idea to delete them. Then, run your computer in safe mode, and run those programs I listed in that order. If you have anything else left on your machine afterwards then you most likely need a program designed to take care of one problem, like Virtual Bouncer Uninstaller. Tool bars like Yahoo's are spyware ridden, get rid of that too. Google's is fine. Finally, stay off the porn, I rarely ever get Spyware on my computer.

Attempted both...neither worked. Should I call Dell tech support, or do you have something else in mind? They'll just tell you to restore your system. However, there is something else you can call.

If only. You'd be surprised at how many people need to have their rights to operate a computer revoked.

Well given the fact that I am roughly at 3k right now after a week of being sick as hell, I'd say his chances of quality and quantity are pretty good. We'll see.

You also have to remember that Compaq isn't what it used to be now. Dell is a very good computer, I'll give you that. However, the warranty they offer doesn't cover everything, it only covers hardware. Most people are probably aware of that, but I also get so many people coming to me with warranty's and their software issues that I have to correct you on that.