Secret Agent

What I meant, Cojiroy, is that it started out as just being a black suit ala Men In Black, and everyone else wrote him to be in a Tux. Your just the first one that sprung to mind. Sorry. Although it was probably that blasted Wildchild. Yeah, uh, just don't make Coy wear black speedos with a Nascar ballcap.

Apparently you don't pay all the well attention, Va'aiga because Johnny's outfit is very sensible. If your refering to the suit/tux(thanks a lot Ejiro) he hasn't worn that since a few shows after Genesis, and even still it makes perfect sense for Johnny to wrestle in a suit since Secret Agents ala James Bond do everything in a suit.

Yeah, Right. You don't just quit when you have a seven year contract and have yet to even try out for the NFL. Of course, I'm sure some team would sign him regardless.

Well, you had a lot more time to build Ejiro Fasaki up than you have Coy West. We know he is doing it to support his family, but what else? Just flesh him out a bit more, maybe a feud would help. I hated Coy at first as I was like "You have got to be kidding me." but I say give him the same chance you gave Ejiro and you'll do just fine with him.

If anyone liked the W&D Tag Team match, give WC all the credit for that one. The rest of the show looks good, but I'll have to take the time and read it after I get off work tonight... and comment too, of course.

What in the hell is that suppose to mean?

Well, no. I never went to college, I'm dumb I know. Until rather recently when I seriously started looking for a professionial IT job and saw how many people want folks with a Bachlor Computer Science for jobs. It seems like a good idea to go now, BUT I am tired of working the crappy job I do now where it requires me to put in 50 + hours every week, and I really really really just want a computer related job. Besides, even if I have a degree how is that going to make me Admin a Database any better? I think HR departments just want you to have a college degree just for the sake of having one, which too me seems like a waste if your not going to put that knowledge to use. Not to mention that I see postings for "Oracle9i admin - must have 5 years experience." and the program is barely 2 years old. Having said all that, I am hoping to obtain a degree while working in the field that I want to be in already.

This coming from someone who dresses as a partially aborted fetus for holloween.

Well Thugg, I was switching to access because: #1 it's cheaper on commercial servers, and it will handle what we need just fine. We are not running Wal-mart on the net here. #2, I am on a 56k modem and uploading an SQL Database takes forever. #3 all of your servers? If your talking about the one where I can have no FTP access to, no thanks. Don't mean to sound rude, but if there is ever a problem I need to be able to connect and take care of it as soon as possible. Now if you mean at the place your working, give me a price and what that price includes. Finally, I am using access by choice. I am one test away from my Oracle Certified Professionial cert, and already have my Oracle Certified Associates cert... believe me, I know what the best running DB is. Now just to see if there are any jobs for entry level Oracle Database Admins and I'll be set. Flik, yeah buddy, that server is perfect for a static web site, but not quite what I need. I appreaciate the offer though.

Whats the servers specs? What services are installed on it? Is it connected to a t-1 line or better? The server isn't really a problem for me. Its paying for one while there it's not being used as I can test everything out locally. What I am looking for is a server with Coldfusion 5.0 or better (MX) installed on the server as well as Microsoft Access. I use to use SQL Server 2000 but as it seems... if I ever want anyone to lend a hand with anything I am far better off going with the cheaper and still stable as hell database program, that being access. Right now I am in the process of redoing databases for the site and STILL awaiting some word on the new layout that somebody was wanting to do. Right now I am just ready to go with my own design, and I am not all that good with the logos but I have a few ideas. So SWF 2.0 as orginally promised with all the bells and whistels is coming... very soon.

... not even a nod.

I think calling it the Light-Heavyweight title just sounds ugly. Cruiserweight Championship just has a better ring to it IMO. Even the WWE dropped the LHW in favor of the CW.

So it's due on Wednesday, not Friday right?

*Directs WC to check his PM box for a message that is at least 3 days old by now.*

I will go on record and say I have not asked for an extension in ages anyway. If I want to have a match in, it has to be in by 2:30 p.m. central time as I work nights. Anyway, coming at you now, Mark.

Aye, but it got me to number 6, WC. Let me borrow that Cruiserweight Belt for another 2 points.

Nice, but first off we are only about two months into the year almost, on top of that I have had 3 wins this year, not 2. Yes, I have competed so little, I know. Win - W&D Vs Unholy Trinity on 1/7/04 Win - W&D 4 corners tag match 1/17/04 Win - W&D and Coy West Vs Michael Craven 1/26/04 Loss - Clusterfuck Other than that, good job, I know its a heafty job to keep track of all this so I'm not bitching but merely helping you out. Thanks.

I find it hard to believe that Z can recall all of this stuff since he wasn't even around then. Anyway, I'm surprised nobody has mentioned the one angle with Brimstone involved that sank quicker than the Ben Affleks carrer after Gigli. I'll detail it after I get off work just to amuse those who weren't here for it.

With all due respect, Baseball just hasn't been the same since all the strikes and threatned strikes and what not. I mean Jesus Christ, they are getting paid quite a bit of money already to play a game, then they have they nerve to say they aren't getting paid enough? With that said, I want the Yankees!

Las Vegas, Nevada. MGM Grand Hotel and Casino. The sounds of roulette wheels spinning, cards shuffling and old people hustling fill the air. People from all walks of life come to try and make their fortunes on the nickel and dime slots or blackjack tables. One or two out of five hundred-thousand might actually succeed, while others go home with nothing more than lint in their pockets. There are some however, that don’t seem to ever spend a dime. Instead they come to mingle with all the women scattered across the casino, while sipping on drink after drink of the Casino’s finest watered down beverages. “Psst! Pedro,” whispers Morgan, one of the casino’s voluptuous scantily-clad waitresses, “I think you might need to make this drink a little stronger, that man over there is so tight he could back into a wall and suck out a brick!” “Ah, yes,” Pedro replies, “that’s one of our regulars. He usually doesn’t spend much and when he does… he normally wins. *sigh* Week after week, I make all these drinks, and the only ones who get drunk are the women who surround him! I mean come on… what does that guy have that I don’t, and get a load of this… they call him… ” “Johnny Dangerous~!” “Oh,” says Morgan, nearly breathless, “Well, I think I’m getting drunk just staring into his eyes!” “Hush your mouth, little girlie… here take this drink to that other guy next to him with the braids, we’ll get at least one of them!” ********** “Damn! Dat’s too close!” Twenty five feet away, Dominic LeCroix – better known as the Wildchild – sits at a dollar slot machine plugging all of his partner Johnny Dangerous’ coins away, while Johnny himself stands nearby doing his best to hustle some beauties out of their panties. “Ey, Johnny!” calls Dominic after pumping the last dollar into the machine, “We need some more coins over ‘ere... if this trip is really going to be entirely on you that is.” “Excuse me, ladies,” Johnny politely says as he reaches into his pocket, but before he can, Heather, one of the Gold Diggers enchanted by the Barracuda, steps forward and unloads her coin purse in the nice little tray next to Dominic. “There you go, sweetie, that’s for having such a cute little accent!” Dominic shrugs, then takes one of the coins and inserts it into the machine. He pulls the lever and away we go! He watches the machine spin as he reaches down for his drink just as Morgan snatches his empty glass and replaces it with a nice full to the brim Long Island Ice Tea, showing some serious cleavage as she bends down, enticing the Bahama Bomber as he just simply can’t help but to take a quick glance of her D-Cup… I mean come on! It’s right there, you have to look! Not even good ol’ Dub Cee is immune to partaking in such pleasures! Ah, life is definitely nice for the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! Even Wildchild who normally never drinks, indulges this fine Wednesday morning, and Johnny Dangerous is at home with the ladies slowly working their panties down to their ankles. WHEN SUDDENLY… ... “Johnny! Johnny Dangerous!” Johnny abruptly spins around to the source of this familiar voice and is surprised to find resident SWF Journalist Ben Hardy, along with cameraman Gus, directly behind him. Johnny looks on rather… perplexed as he raises his brow, and the Bahama Bomber stands to his feet, curious to know why Ben Hardy of all people would have followed them to Las Vegas! “Ben, what in earth are you doing here?” asks Johnny, “And how did you guys get a camera in here... you know those aren’t allowed.” “Never mind that Johnny, we slipped a Mickey in the security guards’ drinks.” Ben responds, “We have something to show you... oh, and Wildchild’s here too! This is perfect!” “Hold on girls,” says Johnny, as he steps away from the women who deflate like a balloon, “let’s see what you got.” Ben opens his portable Sony DVDman and the image of Alan Clark sitting in his trailer comes on the screen. Wildchild squeezes in to watch as the scene begins. ****** Blah blah blah, I’m a former JL World Champion, like everyone else in this fed except for Xero! I’m Silent’s personal bitch on top of that too! Blah blah blah, my mom’s right boob is bigger than my Daddies left, my ass cheek has swelled to the size of my head, oh wait that is my head… sorry. My mouth is writing cheques that my ass can’t cash, and I haven’t had pussy since pussy had me! Blah blah blah! Here let me take this dick out of my mouth and say: Prepare to be rocked, WOOT~!, gay pride! Can somebody give me my shot of Ritilan, please? My tampon is in crooked and it’s got me all bunched up!! “RAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!” “Here that Johnny, RAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHH!!! I’m pulling the teeth from my jaw, and the hair from my scalp, I’m mad see! RAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHH!!!!” “The Lion King has nothing on me. RAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!” ****** “ … ” “ … ” “ … ” “ … ” “What… in the hell,” Johnny is simply appalled and Wildchild is… well aghast. “Can you believe da’ gall of dat’ guy,” says Wildchild, “that Wildride I gave him on Smarkdown must have caused some serious brain damage! Your not just going ta’ take all dat’ are you, Johnny?” “Of course I’m not, Dominic,” says Johnny, “Ben, I hope you guys came ready to record.” “That we did, Johnny.” Ben responds, “Gus, ready?” Gus nods and turns the light to his camera on, “Were on.” Johnny steps forward, removing his high-tech shades from his face which is dressed with a scowl. “Alan Clark…” he begins, “no apologies needed as I certainly won’t be apologizing to you after Storm for cracking your skull. I find it rather amusing though, that you would even be so bold as to make a single threat... being as how you have yet to do anything more than well… have your shit wrecked, as you so elegantly put it, since coming to the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation.” “You want to make threats because you’re mad about losing matches and getting punked out by Thugg!? Pfft, listen here, Alan. It didn’t matter if Thugg’s music had played or not, you would have got your ass pinned to the mat regardless.” Wildchild nods in agreement while cracking his knuckles as Johnny glances towards the Bahama Bomber, then turns his head back to the camera and continues. “The fact of the matter is this, Mr. Clark. I’m sorry you have problems with Thugg, but it will be the coldest damn day hell has ever seen before I let you make an example to anybody out of me! You don’t realize what tree you’ve barked up, son. Ask Va’aiga what it’s like to have your hands cuffed to the ring post and receive a Shooting Johnny Double Stomp to the chest! Ask Michael Craven what it’s like to be MI Slammed into the middle of the ring, or even C.I.A., or hell… ask Thugg what it’s like to go for a ride with me… he’ll know what I mean.” “The whole thing is simple, Alan, go to Storm, but be sure to ask Mark Stevens for the next few shows off to recuperate. You can try your hardest, and even cash in all your luck, but it’s not going to matter one bit because the fact still remains... that Alan Clark sucks!” “So rock all you want, but be prepared to have your ass kicked!” Johnny turns away from the camera as we... ...fade out.

Sorry, I should have asked before using you, but hey it's becoming tradition just to do what cha feels like anymore!

I got my tag team match in! I wouldn't be worried about it too much. It seems to be a little harder to write the match when you don't really know the teams very well, and all your charater is doing is talking.

ATTENTION: Todd Royal/Landon Maddix/Spike Jenkins/Jacob Helmsley It would be rather helpful, espicially if the four of you plan on making these teams actual tag teams and not just one match pairings, to post some kind of tag team information. I.E. Tag Team Entrances, tag moves, etc. Please. Thank you.

Well, she's cute in the face, and I think she could stand to loose a little makeup, but I'd take her. Dub Cee however would have to pass due to the fact that her tits look like 2 golfballs rolling around in her tank top. Unless there is another reason for his comments. Either way, she's Okay.

Well there's a damn hippie in your sig pic! I'm guessing that's Maddix, damned hippie.