Secret Agent

I vaguely remember that. Although I totaly forgot that he even went by the Suicide King the entire time. I thought it was just a name change along with the heel turn. Damn I'm clueless.

... as if Edwin needed to be put over.

We should! Afterall, didn't he basically retire the Suicide King after winning the world title from him? That's cult worthy.

Why would we want to save the Scoop Slam thread? Sure it's where it all begun, but thats like saving the anglesault thread. Fun at first but after a while it gets very mind numbing.

Thanks, however... Do you think you could hit me up with some specifics about the match? Like where it was weak, what I could improve on besides my God-Awful Grammar. I'd appreaciate yours and anyone elses, but espically yours, GS. One of them Danny rip into it and point out all the flaws would be helpful. *Is avid worshipper in the "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens cult*

Well, Like I said in the subtitle, at least it was Tom Flesher. I spent some time trying to write this, so I was hoping a few people might still read it and give me some feedback. As a side note, Thanks Tammo, I appreaciate the match I did enjoy working with your character, even if I screwed it up. ------------------------------------- Following a brief commercial break, SWF Smarkdown returns, live, to the near capacity Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota! After several intense matches that took place earlier in the evening, the crowds excitement level can barely be contained anymore. They stand at their feet cheering wildly, and holding their numerous signs high above their head as the cameras scroll past the rows and rows of people. “Welcome back to SWF Smarkdown!” exclaims “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens, seated at the Commentators table alongside Bobby Riley. “Lockdown went off the air this past Wednesday without a hitch, but apparently, just because the cameras stopped rolling, it didn’t mean the action had to!” “I am still appalled over that whole incident.” says Riley. “I couldn’t believe the gall of Johnny Dangerous to call Tom Flesher yellow after his match against the Boston Strangler.” “That’s all just hearsay, Bobby. Whatever transpired, there has been a tight lip kept on it. One thing we know for sure is, tonight, Johnny Dangerous will be going one on with our World Champion, Tom Flesher!” “I hope he remembered to wear clean underwear to the ring.” says Bobby. “and let this match be a lesson to everyone in the back who has ever even had the THOUGHT of stepping out of line with Tom Flesher!” “As much as it pains me to admit it,” says Mark, “Johnny Dangerous is nowhere near the level of Tom Flesher. However, I don’t think it’s going to be as easy of a ride as you’re assuming, Bobby.” “Please, Mark. This match has total humiliation written all over it. The only thing Johnny can do is hope Tom doesn’t embarrass him so bad that he’ll never be able to show his face around here again.” Just then the house lights dim and a now familiar voice sings out: “JOHNNY DANGEROUS!” “... and here comes the punching bag.” quips Riley, just before the sound of twenty thousand fans cheering with all their might engulfs the arena. The theme to “MI2” thunders out from the speakers as a mix of colorful lights begin to encircle the stage, celebrating the arrival of Johnny Dangerous. As always, Johnny is dressed to kill. Sporting his trendy black suit complete with a tie, perfectly sculpted hair, and a sparkling white smile that gleams when he flashes them pearly whites, the Barracuda strolls down the ramp way and heads for the ring. “Now making his way to the ring,” bellows Funyon, “weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... JOOHHHNNNNY DANGEROUS!!!” Johnny rolls into the ring, and immediately takes flight to the nearest turnbuckle. Mounting it, he throws his arms out to the adoring masses and flashes a smile as hundreds of flash bulbs explode across the arena! “What an idiot.” says Riley, rolling his eyes. “He’s to stupid to even realize what he’s in for, and these crowds cheering for him like a bunch of mindless sheep don‘t help matters much either.” “I think he more than realizes what’s in store for him.” replies Stevens. “I am sure he has heard it from everyone in the locker room that he has no chance, even Wildchild probably told him that. Yet he comes out with an enormous amount of determination, and that, my friend, is why these crowds love him.” “If you ask me, the results of this match are so set in stone they should just skip the whole match part all together and just declare Tom Flesher the winner on namesake alone.” Stevens eyeballs Bobby for a moment then says, “... And just what would that accomplish?” “Well for one thing,” says Riley with a devilish smile. “Tom couldn’t use the excuse ‘I’m too tired to go out for drinks’.” Suddenly, a blinding white void fills the SmarktronÔ as the words "SUPERIORITY COMPLEX" and "MAGNIFICENT SEVEN" burn across the screen, immediately igniting a hate fueled surge of boos! Then... BOOOM!! An explosion of blue pyrotechnics rockets towards the stratosphere as “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin roars out from the speakers, leaving behind a smoky haze in it’s wake. A haze that provides cover for Tom Flesher until he finally cuts through the thick cloud, gracing Minneapolis with his mere presence. Taking each and every step in stride, Flesher makes his way down the ramp as the words “SUPERIOR ONE," "AWARD-WINNING," "MAIN ATTRACTION" and "MAGNIFICENT SEVEN" flash across the screen behind him. “And his opponent,” begins Funyon, “weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, and hailing from Buffalo, New York! With a smile that could melt any... umm... man’s heart...” “I added that line in.” says Bobby, blushing. “AHEM! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you... The UNdefeated, UNmatched, UNparalleled, SMARKS! WRESTLING FEDERATION’S HEEAAAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORRLD! THE “SUPERIOR ONE” TOOOOOOM FLESHEEERR!!” Tom strips off his warm up suit, neatly folding it and tucking it away in a corner, then slides into the ring. “Don’t go too far off with this,” says Flesher, as he unfastens the World Title from his waist and hands it off to Referee Mark Hebner. “this won’t take me long.” “This match is definitely a waste of Tom’s time.” says Bobby. “He’s too good to have to waste his time on Johnny Dangerous, who couldn’t out wrestle a sloth. Simply put, Johnny Dangerous isn’t good enough to be in the same ring as Tom Flesher.” “Well if that’s true,” replies Mark Stevens, “than he shouldn’t be much of a problem for Tom Flesher, now should he?” “Nor will he be.” After taking a moment to stretch his back, and loosen his arms, Fleshers eyes lock onto those of the Barracuda, patiently waiting in the far corner as Hebner hands the title belt off to the timekeeper and signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! “... and this match is underway!” says Stevens. “... any minute now!” Johnny hesitates for a moment, looking out towards the crowds he takes one last deep breath before stepping out of the corner and making his way to the center of the ring to meet Tom Flesher. Johnny hesitates for a moment as he hears the last echo of the bell ring out, and Mark Hebner calls him towards the middle of the ring, where Tom Flesher eagerly awaits. He takes one last look out into the masses. Already some chants of his name break out from the upper level, while those closer to the ring clap and shout! “Kick his ass, Johnny!” one of the more vocal audience members shouts out. “Pfft, as if.” cackles Bobby. Finally, Johnny steps forward, thrusts his shoulders back, lifts his head up, and marches towards the center of the ring. “Tell me, Johnny.” says Tom, with a slight chuckle as the Barracuda approaches. “Are you going to wrestle me in that suit, or try to sweep me off my feet?” “Well that depends.” replies Johnny, leaning in a little closer. “It’s a little hard to wrestle you, if you run off to the back.” Flesher’s expression immediately shifts. His smile falls upside down and his hand uncontrollably goes slicing through the air towards Johnny’s face! SLAP! “Tom’s kicking this one off by slapping Johnny upside the face like a straight bitch!” says Riley. Caught by total surprise from the sudden slap, Johnny stammers to the side and a hand goes up to his cheek. Tom moves in, pulling Johnny’s hand away from his face he raises his hand back and swings for the Barracuda’s mug again! Being trained in the finer martial arts though, Dangerous’ reflexes are second to none, so grabbing Tom by the wrist before receiving a second slap is easily executed. Astounded, Tom simply looks on with his mouth gaping wide open at the boldness of this Curtain Jerker, giving Johnny the perfect opening to swing his fist out, and nail Flesher right in the kisser! The crowds unleash of flurry of cheers as the sound of Johnny’s fist slamming into Tom’s skull ring out, and Flesher’s head is jolted back! Johnny grits down on his teeth as he lets out a low growl, swinging a second shot into Flesher, only this time sinking the blow into his chin! Fleshers eyes flutter as his head jolts back once again, and he goes stumbling back a step, caught completely off guard by Johnny’s attack! “Johnny Dangerous is taking full control of this match early on!” remarks Stevens. “Pretty good for a curtain jerker, eh Bobby?” “Oh, shut up, Grand Spam!” With the crowds cheering him on, Dangerous quickly closes the gap between Tom and himself, rears his arm back once again, and SWINGS- -Flesher tosses his forearm up, blocking the blow, and angrily thrusts the palm of his hand right in between Johnny’s eyes! WHAP! “So much for Johnny having any control of this match up.” says Riley, patting a handkerchief against his brow and chuckling slightly. Like Flesher before him, the blow knocks Johnny off balance, sending him stumbling back and giving Tom a second to brush his finger across his bottom lip, checking for blood. Satisfied when there is none to be found, Tom rushes in towards Dangerous, easily avoiding a reckless swing, hooks the Barracuda’s arm, and flips him over onto the mat with an Arm Drag! Johnny isn’t on his back for more than a second before he pops back up to his feet, spins around- WHAM! -Tom plasters the front of his neck with a running clothesline, knocking the wind right out of his pipes, and knocking the Barracuda himself flat on his back! Tom slings his elbow out and drops down, driving it straight through the Secret Agents sternum! “Oof!” cries Johnny, the wind nearly knocked out of him. There will be no room for the Barracuda to breathe though, as Tom Flesher drops down for a cover, determined to put this upstart away in record time. ONE!! TW-NO!! “Johnny gets the shoulder up just before two!” Holding onto his chest, Johnny rolls over and pushes up to his knees, just as Flesher sprints towards the far ropes, bounces back... and DRIVES his knee into the back of Johnny’s head, knocking the Barracuda back down to the mat! Johnny kicks and flails while holding onto the back of his head, groaning in pain. Tom shoves Dangerous over onto his back with his foot, then drops down for a cover. ONE!! TWO!! Just as the Referees hand flies back into the air to deliver a third count, Johnny slings his shoulder up, breaking the count and grabbing a cheap pop from the crowds! Agitated, Tom rolls him back onto his back, and covers him again! ONE!! TWO!! NO! Again Johnny slings his shoulder off the mat, ending the count! Grabbing onto both of Johnny’s legs, Tom crosses them into a figure four, then places the Barracuda’s extended leg into his arm pit. Locked and ready to go, Flesher steps over Johnny, rolling him onto his stomach then sits back, putting an enormous amount of torque onto the Barracuda’s leg! “He’s got the Superior Stretch locked in!” cries Bobby Riley. “It’s all over for Johnny Dangerous!” “It’s a little early for this, if you ask me.” says Mark. “Johnny’s legs haven’t taken a single hit, usually you want to try and weaken the legs a bit before locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!” “It’s a Superior Stretch, Grand Spam!” retorts Bobby. “Besides, Johnny Dangerous isn’t good enough to warrant any ‘working over of the legs’!” Pushing himself off the mat with the strength of his arms, Johnny cocks his head back and lets out a bone chilling cry of pain! Tom grits down hard on his teeth and winces hard as he rears back on Johnny’s leg, determined to make the Barracuda tap like a bitch! “I’m not sure who’s in more pain there.” says Mark. “Johnny or Tom.” Johnny clenches his fist together, and bites down hard on his mouth, trying his hardest to subdue the soaring pain! Mark Hebner steps in and ask Johnny, “Do you give?” Johnny vigorously shakes his head no, determined to hold on despite the nagging pain, and as he does the crowds begin to get riled up with a chant: “Let’s go Dangerous! Let‘s go!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP! “Let’s go Dangerous! Let‘s go!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP! “Let’s go Dangerous! Let‘s go!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP! “The spirit inside of Johnny Dangerous is just incredible!” says Mark Stevens. “He simply will not give in to Tom Flesher!” “Just proving how stupid he really is.” says Riley. “He’d be better off giving up now and get this match over with, instead of trying to hold on and have Tom Flesher make him look like a complete joke!” “Let’s go Dangerous! Let‘s go!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP! “Let’s go Dangerous! Let‘s go!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP! With the crowds cheering him on, Johnny pushes off the mat again with his arms, and lets out another searing cry of pain, and pushes himself forward! The ropes are only a few inches away, and if he can hold on just long enough to grab them, he knows he may have a fighting chance! Johnny reaches out and drags himself even closer, and... GRABS onto the rope! “He made it!” celebrates Stevens, but Tom refuses to let go! Tom shakes his head no when Hebner orders the “Break!” daring the Referee to count him, for which he eagerly does. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Tom breaks his hold with a second to spare, and Johnny breathes a sigh of relief, though his leg has taken it’s toll. “Maybe if he had worked on Johnny’s legs a bit, he might of gotten a submission.” says Mark Stevens. “...” Tom grabs Johnny just as the Barracuda thought it was safe to stand, and slings him towards the corner turnbuckle! KA-RACK!! Johnny raises his head towards the sky and lets out a howl of pain as he stammers out of the corner, holding dearly to his throbbing back. Flesher rushes in, and shoves him back into the corner with ease, getting no resistance from the Barracuda. With one hand holding Johnny in place, Tom raises his hand back... ... and SLICES the front of his hand across Johnny’s cheek! SLAP! The crowds let out an obligatory “OOOOHH!” as the slapping sound rings out! Johnny stumbles a step to the side of the turnbuckle, with one hand holding onto the rope and the other rubbing his cheek. Tom grabs onto Johnny by his wrist, and spins him around to face him - pushing him back against the ropes, Tom’s hand raises back once again... SLAP! “That’s it, Tom,” cheers Bobby, “smack the taste right out of his mouth!” Again, Johnny goes stumbling across the side of the ring, and almost trips over his own two feet, but Tom grabs him by the arm and shoves him back into the turnbuckle, keeping him on his feet just so he can continue his humiliation of Johnny Dangerous. Like when he had the Barracuda pinned up in the opposite corner before, Tom holds him in place with one hand. “You didn’t actually think you had a chance here, Johnny, did you?” says Tom, raising his open hand back. SSSSLAP!! Yet another Bitchslap to the Barracuda, and his cheeks are starting to flush beet red from all the strikes. The crowd’s animosity begins to rise, but their opinion falls short on mattering to Tom Flesher - shoving Johnny back up against the turnbuckle, he cocks his slapping hand back... “Come on, Barracuda,” says Tom. “It’s not quite as funny from this end is it?” Johnny weakly raises his head up, locking his eyes onto Flesher’s, and blowing the blood from his mouth as the hand of Tom swings in for the kill! SLAP!! A rather loud boo rings out in reply to Tom, and like always, he ignores them just like he ignores them every night, opting instead to focus on destroying any kind of self esteem or heart that Johnny Dangerous could possibly have or had. “I thought you were suppose to be Dangerous.” mocks Tom Flesher, grinning from ear to ear. “Your nothing more than a fucking joke!” Johnny begins to slide down the side of the turnbuckle, but this time Tom doesn’t pull him back up or hold him in place, this time Tom helps to force him down with a full fledge Bitchslap assault! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “OH COME ON!” cries Mark, obviously growing outraged by Tom Flesher’s battering Johnny with slap after slap, beating him down into the corner. “We get the point already! There is no need to further prove how much better he is than Johnny Dangerous!” “At least your finally realizing it.” The crowds voice their complaint with a raging boo that grows louder and louder with each strike, until finally... Mark Hebner decides it is getting out of control. “That’s about enough, Tom!” barks Hebner, grabbing Flesher by the shoulder. Still Tom’s hand goes flying back for yet another slap, but Hebner pulls him away from the Barracuda, ending this horrendous assault. “I said, that’s enough!” “Who the hell does Mark Hebner think he is,” mutters Riley, “and how dare he lay a hand on Tom Flesher! He’s the World Champion!” “Gee, I dunno, Bobby.” Mark replies ever so sarcastically. “Perhaps he thinks he’s the official Referee for this match, and maybe it’s just me, but I tend to agree with him here.” Rather appalled by the Referee’s boldness, Tom slowly spins around towards Hebner - cocking his head to the side with his eyes bulging open he mouths, “what the fu*k?” Not moved in the slightest by Tom’s ?, Hebner does his duty. His finger dashes from left to right in front of Flesher’s face as he lectures Tom on stepping over the lines. His eyes quickly glance towards Tom’s hand as he slowly raises his it back, then back towards Tom’s fiery eyes, all the while standing his ground, even if beads of sweat start bubbling up on his forehead. Everyone in the arena braces themselves for the impact that they know is just a second away, but just then... Tom’s hand drops to the side as he smiles and nods in total understanding towards the Referee. “Tom’s actually listening to him?” says Mark, rather surprised. “Might we be witnessing the turning over of a new leaf by Tom Flesher?!” Satisfied, Hebner steps back from Tom, allowing the match to continue. Tom turns back towards Johnny, still smiling, and reaches down to the half standing Barracuda. “Well, Johnny,” he says, “looks like they want me to be a little nicer towards you.” Placing the tips of his fingers under Johnny’s chin, Tom lifts his head up so that he can look the Barracuda straight in the eyes... SLAAAP!!! ... AND SLAMS THE PALM OF HIS HAND RIGHT ACROSS JOHNNY’S MOUTH, KNOCKING THE BATTERED SECRET AGENT TO HIS KNEES! “GOOD, GOD!” cries Stevens. “another Bitchslap! I knew something was up!” “Poor, Tom,” says Bobby, the empathy overly apparent. “he just can’t help himself, and you can‘t blame him for it either! Johnny just has that look that you want to just rear back and slap the piss out of him, it’s a catch-twenty two!” “That’s not a catch-twenty two, Bobby.” The crowds vociferously let their hate shine through, but Flesher only smiles and stands back from Johnny, then quickly stamps his foot into the mat and throws his arms out to all his adoring masses as he raises his head towards the clouds! The boos grow to an all time height for the evening in response to Tom, and even more as he struts down the length of the ring, while golf clapping for himself! “These people need to show a little more respect for Tom Flesher than this!” growls Bobby. “He is the World Champion, he is the absolute best in this business! They don’t deserve his time, yet he’s here, and what do they do - they boo him, the cheek of this crowd!” “Imagine that,” says Mark Stevens, rolling his eyes. “the crowds are booing Tom Flesher, and I haven’t got a clue why.” “Me either.” Lowering his head back to sea level, Tom’s spins back around towards the Barracuda, and smiles with a wide toothed grin. In the corner, Johnny struggles to gain some good ground as he reaches out for the ropes, and tries to pull himself back up, totally unaware of the impending Danger. Tom squints his eyes as a barely audible growl begins to flow from his mouth, and with Dangerous locked in his sights, Tom leans forward, and plants his knuckles into the mat, ready to sprint towards Johnny the second he turns around like he were Michael Johnson at the 1996 Olympics! “Here it comes...” says Bobby Riley, smiling from ear to ear! Clasping his hands together the excitement contained in him could boil over at any second! “He’s going to kick Johnny straight back to where he belongs... the curtains!” “I wish he’d kick you somewhere.” “Hey, as long as he’s kicking me out of bed.” “...” Beaten, Battered, and fighting to simply hold on to his consciousness, Johnny stands to his feet. The pain soars through his body at an alarming rate, and the more he thinks about it, the worse it grows. He squints his eyes as he grits down on his teeth, trying to subdue the pain. Behind him, Tom Flesher is poised and ready to strike, and as Johnny hobbles around to face him... BLAM! The sound of a cap gun goes off in his mind, and Tom LEAPS from the mat and CHARGES towards Johnny Dangerous! In the time of exactly two seconds - the exact time it takes Tom to storm across the ring and plant his ever so deadly Yakuza Kick into Johnny, and fracture his skull, hundreds of thoughts flash through the Barracuda’s mind! 1: What’s the matter? Tom Flesher slap you too hard? Did he knock a few screws loose? What the hell is wrong with you?! Your not using your head, Johnny! You are better than this, you are better than him! The people? Just look at these people! Not once have they turned their back on you, yet you allow everyone to make a fool out of you! Look at them, Johnny, LOOK! When you are in this ring, they cheer for you. They chant for you, and don’t ask me why, but they even buy shirts with your name written on it. The simple fact is these people, they adore you! It is TIME to pay them back for their dedication, it is time to show everyone... ... it’s time to show the world... ... Why... they call you... Dangerous! 2: With only a foot to spare before slamming into Johnny Dangerous, Tom kicks his leg up... “... No... “... more...” “NOBODY HOME!” cries Grand Slam as Johnny suddenly ducks down, letting Tom’s foot sail high over his head, and the crowds go out of their minds! “NOBODY HOME!” Johnny pops up directly to the side of Tom Flesher, and with a mighty howl, swings his fist out and SLAMS his knuckles deep into the side of Flesher’s jaw, catching him by complete and utter surprise! The crowds let out a Thunderous cheer that starts from the nose bleeds and filters all the way down to ringside as Tom Flesher goes REELING back, holding tight to the side of his face! “OH HELL YES!” cries Mark Stevens, almost leaping from his seat. “It’s about time Johnny Dangerous put his foot down!” Despite the nagging pain in his leg, Johnny pushes forward, cocks his arm back... and SLAMS his fist into Tom Flesher’s eye socket as he lets out a mighty roar! WHAM! Then another... WHAM! With each blow Johnny’s step grows a little faster, his punches a little harder, and the crowds a little louder as he knocks Flesher all the way back into the ropes! Johnny grabs onto his tie and in one full swoop, tears it from his neck and SLAMS it down onto the mat then lets out a tremendous battle cry, driving the crowds completely INSANE! “Johnny Dangerous is in complete control!” shouts Mark. “This is about to be the biggest upset since TNT defeated ELM!” “WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THIS GOD DAMNED AUDIENCE UP!” shouts Bobby Riley, completely livid. “How can you expect Tom to think with all that damn noise!?!?” Reeling and completely out off his rocker, Tom stammers from side to side as he stands to his feet shaking his head - Johnny stomps his way in behind Flesher, grabs Tom’s arm with one hand, and slings it over his shoulder, then hooks his leg with the other- “He can’t do this!” JOHNNY HAULS TOM FLESHER UP AND OVER, SPINNING NINETY DEGREES TO HIS LEFT... NOOO!!! The Superior One slides off just in the nick of time, and drops down to the side of Johnny! In desperation, Tom reaches his arm around Johnny’s face, and squeezes as hard as he can. Bringing his free arm up, he grabs onto his wrist and exerts even more force onto Johnny’s head! “Tom Flesher nearly fell victim to the MI Slam!” shouts Mark Stevens. “This match could have been over!” “But it isn’t, Mark!” snaps Bobby. “Johnny Dangerous doesn’t have what it takes to win this, or any match he is in! Tom is about to prove that right about now!” Johnny slams his elbow into Tom’s ribcage, grabbing a quick “Oof!” out of the Superior One, but still Tom holds on, refusing to budge! Another elbow into the World Champion, but still nothing more than a quick gasp! Another! WHAM! Then another! WHAM! The fourth shot manages to jar Tom loose from Johnny! Tom stammers back a few steps, holding tight to his chest and weezing, leaving himself open for the Barracuda to reach forward and grab onto Flesher’s arm, pulling him across his shoulder! Then with his other hand, Johnny hooks the World Champion’s leg, and RIPS him off the mat... ... JOHNNY SPINS AROUND AS HE FALLS BACKWARDS, AND SHATTERS TOM FLESHER’S SPINE ACROSS THE CENTER OF THE CANVAS!! SSLLAAAAAAMMM!!!!! “MI SLAM! MI SLAM!” exclaims Stevens, almost to the point of shouting at the top of his lungs to be heard over the ROARING cheers of the audience! “IF THIS DOESN’T PUT TOM FLESHER AWAY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL!” Johnny rolls over onto his stomach, having come down back first and quickly crawls over towards Flesher, and with both hands Johnny hooks onto Tom’s leg and REARS back on it, firmly pinning his shoulders to the mat with more authority than God himself could give! Hebner, as expected, and along with the crowds counting along, drops to make the count... “ONE!!!!” “TWO!!!!!!!!” “THREE!!!!!!!!!!” DING! DING! DING! ... and the roof of the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota is blown forever off the top! “Yes!” shouts Mark Stevens. “Johnny Dangerous has pinned Tom Flesher, the World Champion, for the win!” Riley is speechless. The theme for “MI2” thunders out from the speakers, louder than ever before as Mark Hebner helps Johnny to his feet, then thrusts his arm high into the air! “YOUUUUR WINNER!” shouts Funyon at the top of his lungs, trying his hardest to make his voice audible over the deafening crowds! “BY PIN FALL... JOHHNNNY DANGEROUS!!!!!” “OH MY GOD!” cries Bobby frantically, and yes I literally mean cries. “OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!? WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?” “You were watching just as well as I was, Bobby.” says Mark. “Tom Flesher has just fallen, and fallen to Johnny Dangerous!” “This is BULLSHIT, Mark, and you KNOW it!” growls Bobby. “There is no way this just happened!” “Jesus Christ, Bobby.” Mark is a bit taken back by Bobby’s tirade. “It’s not like this was a Title Match. Tom Flesher is still the World Champion... but maybe not for long!” “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” “Well,” says Stevens, about to launch into shilling mode. “next up we will see Jay Dawg taking on the Boston Strangler for a chance at being declared the number One Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title! After the way this match turned out, we just may be on the road to seeing a new World Champion crowned!” As we: FADE OUT

No... do it over several shows. With the two finals being the ME and second to last of one show, and the very final the ME of one more show. KOTR that is. It would be better than a wargames. As for survivor series: You don't have to make an entire show of it. Maybe just one 8 man with the survivor series style rules every now and then.

Alright, Z... here is what you asked me to post for everybody. So I guess the question stands: Do you all still want me to create an automated website for the Federation? I know there has been talk of it that has come and gone, but I’m ready to get something rolling for it. So if your answer is no, then you need not to read any further as the rest would be meaningless. If your are interested than I need some serious feedback as to not waste any time because these are some of the things I had planned for it. I need to know if it sounds like things you would use, or even be at all interested in giving it a whirl. The first part of this is simple. Should I create One website for the WF or create two that have mostly the same features but each with their own page, so that we can include the JL into this? Features Stats What would happen here is that every member can log into the site and update their stats on the site any time they wish, no more hounding Thugg, who has put forth a lot of time updating stats and stuff. The thing with stats is; I can create one big old box so that you guys can simply copy and paste your stats or we can look professional with it. What I mean by that is, to have a form that would be broken down like the following: Smartmarks Board Name: [TEXTBOX] Wrestlers Name: [TEXTBOX] Real Name: [TEXTBOX] Height: [TEXTBOX] Weight: [TEXTBOX] Hometown: [TEXTBOX] Age: [TEXTBOX] Face/Heel: [TEXTBOX] Stable: [TEXTBOX] Ring Escort: [TEXTBOX] Weapon(s): [TEXTBOX] Quote: [TEXTBOX] The other stuff like looks, style, common moves, etc would all have a bigger box. This way we could make it so when someone new does up their stats they could through it in here and I could have the system format it for the boards. Z said everyone is to lazy to do this, but I feel if you can write a 6000 word match twice a week this is nothing. Roster page is pretty self explanatory. Once you do your stats you would appear on the roster. Once you get bumped from the JL to the WF your stats would be transferred automatically. Stables If you want I could make a feature where you can add people to be listed as part of your stable, if you are designated as the leader of the stable. Have a little page with your logo, define the Stables Alignment(Face/Heel) and all that good stuff. Same thing for Tag Teams all though that might get to be a bit much. Other things for members would be things that did not require you to do anything. Days as Champion would be done automatically as well as the list of champions. Hell we could even make peoples names on the roster a different color if you have the strap. For people like Thoth and Frost who have their articles and audio stuff, I can make it so where you can automatically add a new article and have it appear on the site. Bookers Here is where it gets fun. For those of you who are involved in this aspect you have a few extra things. Would you guys be interested in logging into the site after every show, and adding Wins and looses to wrestlers? This would basically be a way to automatically spit out a new rankings every single show as well as changing who holds onto what title if a title change should occur. Show results as well as cards could also be a feature added to the site as well as various other functions. Basically what I need is some responses for what would help you guys out, and what you feel would be helpful. same thing for those of us who aren’t involved with CC and just plain wrestle. What I hope to create here is a site that is superior in ever aspect to other E-Feds, if you share the same desires then please help me out here. The things I listed are basically the questionable aspects of the site, and there is tons of more features. BTW: Thugg I bought that domain you said to grab quite some time ago, if you want to have it point to the current site just give me the info, yo.

So, your not going to shoot any information my way about it? I do have a rather big hand in the website stuff. I know I'm not on CC, but I do know my stuff. Another thing... Am I ever going to get my questions answered by CC? It would be very helpful for me to know so I can develope what I'm trying to do in a beneficial way to you guys. Right now, I'm going at it like I own the SWF... Meaning if It was all mine what controls would I want, and I can get pretty nitty gritty and complicated about what I would want. The things I slap in there might not be what you guys want, so help me out and let me know what you guys think you want, without making your already tedious jobs any harder.As of now, I am going at it like this basically: If we did not have these boards you could do everything from the site. PM's, Post Cards, shows, everything you need, etc. Also, do you guys want me to seperate the JL and SWF into two seperate sites, or should I combine it?

I would love to do a Survivor Series, or hell even a King of the Ring. We need stuff like that every now and then I think. If you guys can do Wargames, I think we can do a KOTR.

Where's King at? He had a match at Battleground and has one coming up at 13th Hour.

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Space, Thugg, space. That's stuff is expensive. I can make a database for you to archive stuff in if you want. That would be a LOT easier than marking up tons and tons of shows, and a lot less cluttered. Possibly we could even start archiving stuff from here on out. I wouldn't do everything though, just matches that people feel are important, title wins, and PPV matches. Things like on a title history would could provide a link to see the actual match for the title change, etc. Of course, meaningless matchess like the King of hearts first match, or Edwin's first match might be of some value to folks now. Eh, rambling. Basically we can't save everything. If it is important lets save it. If it's important to a handler, they can save it to a disk.

The Template! Tag Team Match Frost & Longdogger Pete v. Micheal Craven & Sean Atlas No Gravity Match Tod deKindes v. Wild Child Six Man Tag Match Nathaniel Kibagami, "Deathwish" Danny Williams and Dace Night v. Justice & Rule and Janus Singles Match - Non Title Johnny "The Barracuda" Dangerous v. Tom "The Superior One" Flesher Main Event Singles Match - Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Title The Boston Strangler v. Jay Dawg

Tag Team Match Frost & Longdogger Pete v. Micheal Craven & Sean Atlas Sean Atlas and Craven seem like such a mis matched team, I can't possibly see them coming out on top. I think Atlas will be taking his first loss here since Battleground. FROST & LDP No Gravity Match Tod deKindes v. Wild Child GOOOOooooo WILD!!! Six Man Tag Match Nathaniel Kibagami, "Deathwish" Danny Williams and Dace Night v. Justice & Rule and Janus This could really go either way. Everyone involved in this match is an excellent writer. However I'm going to have to go with Justice and Rule and Janus to pick up the win. Singles Match - Non Title Johnny "The Barracuda" Dangerous v. Tom "The Superior One" Flesher *Prepares his last Will and Testimony* Main Event Singles Match - Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Title The Boston Strangler v. Jay Dawg Strangler, just because JD's connection will probably die again.

Well, I noshowed. I couldn't get anything out that wasn't embarrasing. I just do not do well at three way matches or Hardcore. That one was two in one. We'll get'em on the next show!

GAH! So... much... teal... I would comment but it's not like I can offer much advice with as many losses as I take. What I see wrong just may be what was right with it. Anyway, WC, I'll be posting one of these next show, so don't feel to bad.

Well, I'm fixing to indulge into what looks to be like a stellar show, and for some reason I have the urge to comment rather than groan amongst myself. Comment's in a few...

Thanks for killing the thread, TBS. Anyways, as far as Dames goes. I can handle this. Just tell him that while we appreaciate the space, and domain, I don't think the hosting service he is using has the server software that I need to make this work. I am using Coldfusion for this site which is why I went out and grabbed my own space for it. I don't think Smartmarks is using a CF server, that and I didn't want to bog down his server for everything that I'm goig to do. The plus side of this, is I have a ton of extra space that I'm not using on the server really. Perhaps we might be able to help out Dames since he has been so gracious as to give us hosting and what not. If he needs any overflow space or anything. If anything, the site has very good links back to the smartmarks.com. On the other hand, Thugg, it's coming. Not as fast as I would like because I can't stop writting matches! If I did I would have been done a while back.

Which would work wonderfully with the match you booked if there was at least one heel involved. I think I kind of like the balance of at least one person of the opposite deposition involved in a three way, instead three of a kind. It would make it flow easier, I think. Maybe it's just me.

Stips can be fun, but as far as the triple threats; my last 3 singles matches have been three ways. Also someone should really check out the characters before just simply booking something. Now, Edwin is great, but I hate HC matches. There is simply no point IMHO, and my character is not really a hardcore charater, yet I have been booked in several of them. Maybe I'm just supose to find a way to make the character fit, I dunno. To me the simple HC stip is overused, and boring. One chair shot, and your done for. I wish the garbage can wrestling would find its way out the door. Escape Cage Matches - I don't get the Trinty Hate Protest against these matches. They are plenty of fun, and make tons of sense. It's a "Who can claw their way out of the cage alive." not big move, I'm out the door.

I still could use some CC help on this stuff. Also would it be possible for either King, Stevens, or Edwin to write up some sort of brief explanation of the SWF. I don't mean a "It all started with a Scoop Slam" either. That belongs in the history book portion, which I think we should have. What I mean is a "Welcome to the SWF, the most unique fed you will find" sort of intro. It would also look good to have been written by one of you guys if you have the time. Right now the FAQ sheet is filled with non FAQ stuff that should be divided into a history section. Like all the info about the ML, mergers, and what not. What I need is someone who has the time to actually sort through it and give a run down on everything you need to know to get yourself started in the SJL with all the necessary updates. Example: When sending matches to your marker, carefully entitle it "SJL Crimson: Zutroy vs. Johnny - Zutroy's Match" or the like. Stuff like "my match" don't cut it. I know we can't make a PM subject line on TSM Boards have that much info in it. Is there a newer standard? And yes, I am working on the Version 2 site. It just takes me a bit longer right now since I am currently writting matches almost every show. I'll take a few weeks off soon enough to tidy everything up and get it finalized.

I voted. I have no idea what it was for, but I voted.

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Talk while you still can old man, you're going to be eating out of a straw after the show BOYEEEEE! *warms up the elbow* And your to talk. Let's get a hoss in here to job your cruiser ass out *Gains 40 pounds and prepares his mighty BIG BOOT*. At your age, I'm surprised you could even get that boot high enough up! As a side note, I would be more than thrilled to do a run in on either Judge or Ejiro. Better watch out on messing with Ejiro though, wouldn't want to turn him face.