King Cucaracha

I think the Cruiser Match was Double Impact, but I dunzo.

I agree. Blank's been defending the title non-stop. Give him a break. GOOD LORD WON'T YOU GIVE HIM A BREAK, PEOPLE! HAVE A GOD-DAMN HEART!! Coming from a guy who was GIVEN the tag-team titles and haven't defended them once to a guy who's had like 10 title defenses in his title run including double duty at the PPV and a title defense after the PPV I can only offer you a great big hearty FUCK YOU Especially considering that both Lockdown and From the Fire bookings will be Ultraviolent title related action. Since I'm actually going to be fully booked up on each and every show from now on THROUGH the PPV I wanted to make it clear to the winner that it can't realistically be until after the PPV. Man, lighten up. I was joking around because you're on here pleading when you really needn't do more then send a PM and check it's okay. You needn't have given that long of a reasoning, although I'm sure the mods appreciate the effort. Trust me, if I wasn't in the middle of a virtually non-existant title reign I wouldn't have said anything. Anyone who's been around long knows that I can hardly be compared to Fallout in title defences...hence, why I thought I could joke about it. No offence meant, but whatever. As far as the Tag Titles go, I didn't ask for this Lethal Lottery or the match at From The Fire. I didn't know about it before anyone else. I've never asked for a show off from defending the Tag Titles. I can't remember ever specifically asking that I don't defend a title and I've been here 3 years without so much as a month off (not counting my no-showing phases, natch). If somebody on CC wants me to defend the belts, I'll be more than happy.

I agree. Blank's been defending the title non-stop. Give him a break. GOOD LORD WON'T YOU GIVE HIM A BREAK, PEOPLE! HAVE A GOD-DAMN HEART!!

They already did that and they looked terrible for it. I'm just glad Aries didn't go for the 'glory' (although curtain jerking and jobbing to The Naturals is hardly glorious) and decided to honour a booking he'd made with another company too.

Good news everyone!

The sad thing is, if they'd really gone OTT with the dick jokes, it would have been so ridiculous it would have gotten them over...like The Boogeyman. It worked for Dick Dudley, after all. Also, chaosrage, a winner is you.

You mean lucha style where all you're watching is 700 variations of the armdrag or rana? Take THAT, respected national pasttime that isn't a complete and utter joke! While we're at it, Puro's just a bunch of fat 50 year olds hitting each other hard and dropping each other on their heads.

Only the people who've ALREADY WROTE THEIR SEGMENTS!!! Which isn't me, so carry on.

La Majistral is basically an Oklahoma Roll, but you wrap around the arm kinda like you would a spinning toehold and you end up with your near leg over their far arm. I suck at descriptives, see.

Good stuff. I like people going off into tangents, I guess. And I can attest to Thoth's wacky booking as part of the JL's death roster. Maybe it's just me, but it's weird hearing people aside from me actually say SWF names out loud. Keep it up and stuffs.

*double bicep pose*

So, if it's a Tiger Driver set-up and a sitout, it's basically a double underhook piledriver?

Exactly. You can't have someone beat Joe with a striking offence because they've spent months building Joe's strikes as super deadly. They need to use someone can logically expose a flaw in Joe's arsenal, ala CM Punk trying to beat Joe with better conditioning in ROH. Having someone beat Joe with his own strengths makes Joe look weak. I'd love to see a one-off Killings/Joe match though. I'd say Lethal is likely to end the streak, if only because Joe is his mentor. I think Lethal could be believable in the Punk role of trying to outlast Joe, but that sort of match would work better with at least 30 minutes and on a TNA PPV I guess that's a little too much. Other way is, they play up the Joe/Lethal mentor/student relationship and have Lethal counter all of Joe's signature spots, then beat him with a flash rollup or something out of nowhere.

Okay, that was a typo and a pretty bad one at that. Bemani is correct, yes.

Leon Rodez will NOT be in the arena because he's nursing some injury I haven't thought up yet. Hmm...I wonder what the Lightning Crew will do regarding that? *Nudge nudge, hint hint* Possibly something with my minor characters, assuming I'm not lazy. At the very least, a promo from Jamie O'Hara regarding the X Games Match.

Benami.

Aries and Strong were ROH wrestlers and put on the wrestling map as a result of being ROH wrestlers long before TNA even took a second look at them. You can't put Aries and Strong in the same boat as Jeff Hardy, because the ironic thing is they WERE being loyal. They were being loyal to the company that's paid their wages the longest, ROH. That counts for something in my book. They should have been punished, sure, they went against TNA's orders. But the punishment is still pretty harsh.

Women belong in the kitchen, not in a wrestling ring. There, now with the majority of the folder's real opinion out of the way, Trish/Mickie's probably the only storyline on Raw with anything you could call 'good build-up'. They've been brave enough to give the feud a slow build and they're actually developing a character (Mickie's), which they could really benefit from doing more often. Mickie's played her character pretty well too. The competition as far as WWE women goes is pretty flattering on her, but Mickie isn't great shakes in the ring and she never was as far as I can remember.

As we return to the big Haitch Dee, "Rhymin' and Stealin'" by The Beastie Boys is playing in the background as Vitamin X and Cuban Wall are just entering the ring, ready for some hot and heavy tag team action. COLE Well, this promises to be an interesting tag team match. We've got the Lightning Crew combination of Vitamin X and The Cuban Wall against a man with a lot of Lightning Crew connections in former member John "Rock Hard" Brickston and the man who's on a February 26th collision course with the Lightning Crew's head honcho PRL, Leon Rodez. And on paper, it seems like a pretty even contest. CABOOSE *BZZT!* UH! Wrong! Rodez and Brickston have never teamed before in their careers. Where-as Brains and Brawn are a true tag team and have been fellow members of the Lightning Crew for over two years. COLE And Leon Rodez is a former Tag Team Champion. CABOOSE With Zack Malibu. He was carried so well by Zack, he might as well have had handles attached to his sides. Cuban Wall eagerly goes through a shadow-boxing routine in the centre of the ring, trying to fire himself up, while Vitamin X poses on the middle rope which gets a rather negative reaction from the crowd. CABOOSE See! Now that's a true team! COLE They've only been teaming for a few weeks. CABOOSE Yeah, but they have theme music Mikey. Theme music! *GOOOOONG!* "YYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" "C'mon man" "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK..." The crowd autmoatically rise to their feet on the sound of LL Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out" and X's posing session is cut short by the entrance of...John "Rock Hard" Brickston? Oh, and Leon Rodez as well. Brickston glares down at Vitamin X as he strides down the aisle, not reacting to the block rocking beat playing through the P.A system quite like his partner, who grooves down behind him tagging the hands of the fans. Watching on from the ring, Brains and Brawn are far from impressed by Rodez, but X clearly has some respect (or possibly fear) for Brickston, as he darts from the ring the moment Brickston's feet touch the ring apron. BUFFER And, their opponents! They are the team consisting of JOHN "ROCK HARD" BRICKSTON and "SILKY SMOOTH" LLEEEEOOOONN... RRRROOOOOODDEEEEZZZZZZZ!!! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Rodez slides into the ring and leaps to the middle rope to applaud his roaring fans. Behind him, Brickston and Cuban Wall stare each other down from across the ring. COLE You get the feeling that PRL has given his Lightning Crew followers some strict orders tonight. Not only would PRL like John Brickston out of commission, but there's no doubt he'd be pleased if Leon Rodez didn't make it to Zero Hour in top condition. CABOOSE And he won't! Cuban Wall has 60 pounds on him and I don't care what Brickston or anyone says, Vitamin X is the most dangerous man in the OAOAST! COLE You don't seriously believe that. As Rodez hops off of the ropes and begins to discuss strategy with Brickston, Vitamin X climbs back to the apron. X still doesn't look too eager to get involved with Brickston and 'nominates' his partner Cuban Wall to start the match off, giving him some over-eager encouragement while he skulks in the corner. Seeing Wall ready to start, Brickston goes after X but is held back by the referee who wants to keep at least some control. Brickston tries to shuffle past the referee, but as he does, Cuban Wall strides over and NAILS Brickston with a cheap right hand over the referee's head! Brickston goes down and ends up underneath the bottom rope. But as Wall goes after him again, Rodez attacks from behind and the referee finally has chance to start the match. *DINGDINGDING* Despite the size dis-advantage, Rodez takes the fight to Wall with a series of right hands. Wall is eventually backed into the ropes and Rodez grabs an arm for an irish whip. The powerful Wall puts the kabosh on that though as he hangs onto the top rope, booting Rodez in the gut with enough force to knock Rodez backwards. Rodez backrolls to his feet and comes at Wall again with some more right hands. But Wall lands a knee to the gut this time to put a stop to that, taking the pesky Silky Smooth One around the back of the head and tosses Rodez through the middle rope... ...but Rodez hangs onto the rope and lands on the apron, right next to John Brickston! Wall turns around and both Rodez and Brickston meet with quick shots to the jaw, then hook hold of Wall's head and set him up for a double suplex to the outside! Vitamin X sees his partner in trouble and rushes into the ring, hitting the ropes at the side and aiming a clothesline at the nearest man, Leon Rodez. Rodez ducks and X's arm carries on over Wall's head, causing him to clothesline Brickston off the apron! VITAMIN X BOOYAH~! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" As Brickston goes down, Wall tries to do the same to Rodez. Rodez ducks the clothesline though, Wall coming to a stop and trying a second time. Again Rodez ducks though and Wall ends up clotheslining his own partner!! RODEZ BOOYAH~! "YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" Wall stops and looks down at his partner apologetically, before realising this is the same partner he routinely punches in the jaw and figuring X should be used to it. Back around to Rodez he turns. But Rodez is already in flight, slingshotting himself over the top rope and hooking his legs around Wall's head, snaring him over with a headscissors takeover! Wall comes straight back up in the centre of the ring as Rodez hits the ropes. A little dizzy, Wall misses with his clothesline as Rodez rushes past him, coming off the ropes a second time and going for a flying forear...CAUGHT! Wall catches Rodez in his arms and charges Rodez spine first into the corner! COLE There's the power of the Cuban Wall, the biggest man in this match! CABOOSE And a man Rodez stands no chance against. Against Vitamin X, maybe, but against Cuban Wall he's simply going to get torn apart. Slumped in the corner Rodez struggles for breath as Wall strides into the opposite corner of the ring, getting a run up for a big avalanche in the corner...WHICH MISSES! Rodez avoids Wall, who crashes sternum first into the turnbuckles, then dropkicks Wall in the back and sends him into the buckles for a second time! Turning Wall around, Rodez then rears back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!!" ...and lands a knifedge chop. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!!" ...and a second. Wall is absorbing the shots and Rodez is just beginning to realise this... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOOO!!" ...as he despairingly lands a third. Still Wall seems unaffected, so Rodez changes tactics, latching on a side headlock on the bigman. That doesn't last long however as Wall simply picks Rodez up as if going for a back suplex, then tosses him out of the corner and right on his tailbone! CABOOSE See! Nothing! Wall took everything Rodez could throw at him and then he threw Rodez about 10 feet across the ring! Holding his BUTT, Rodez pulls himself up. Coming out of the corner, a charging Wall mows through Rodez with a brutal clothesline! Having just returned to his team's corner, Vitamin X applauds his partner as he stares out at the crowd who are doing their best to get on the big guy's back. Wall shrugs it off and pulls Rodez back up. While holding Rodez up he lands a punch to the gut, then an uppercut up under the ribcage. Those shots are followed up with a hard side elbow to the side of the head that sends Rodez sprawling across the ring. "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" "LE - ON!" The fans now begin to rally behind the #1 Contender to the 24/7 Championship as he pulls himself up on the ropes across the ring. Learning from his early failed charge, Wall is more cautious this time, walking over to Rodez and keeping on him with the uppercuts before whipping him off to the ropes. Back shoots Rodez...and straight into a mushful of big boot! Wall drops to his knees and makes a casual cover... 1... 2... Kickout! X encourages Wall on regardless, as the Muscle of the Lightning Crew waits for Rodez to stand. He's already prepped and waiting, hand over his head, as Rodez walks straight into Wall's path and gets dropped with a Sidewalk Slam! CABOOSE Oh yeah! Wall's coming out with the big guns early! COLE Rodez landed hard and PRL must be loving this. X leaps up and down gleefully in the corner as Wall makes another casual cover, confident that Rodez is done for... 1... 2... ...broken up by Brickston! Wall gets up and glares a hole through Brickston as he's reprimanded by the referee, distracting Wall from his partner Vitamin X who decides to tag himself into the match. Wall glances around confused as X scurries into the ring ready to go on the attack. CUBAN WALL What are you doin'? VITAMIN X I tagged myself in! CUBAN WALL No you didn't. VITAMIN X Yes I did! CUBAN WALL No you didn't. VITAMIN X Yes I did! *PUNCH~!* VITAMIN X OW! Okay, I didn't. X sadly goes back to his corner rubbing his jaw as Cuban Wall raises his open hand above his head. Aa Chokeslam is on the horizon as Rodez comes back to his senses, deciding not to tag and turning around into another goozle! Wall grabs the tights, hoists The Silky Smooth One up...but somehow, Rodez escapes Wall's grip in midair and turns into the move, catching Wall under the jaw in a 3/4 facelock and dropping him down across a knee! COLE The Facial! Superb counter by Leon Rodez! Head snapping upwards, back stumbles Wall. This time Vitamin X tags himself in and doesn't hang around to discuss it with his partner, scampering in time to stop Rodez getting a tag by bundling through him from behind. X then knocks Brickston off the apron for good measure, before clamping Rodez into a front facelock. CABOOSE There we go! That's why Vitamin X is the Brains of Brains and Brawn. And great teamwork too, just as I predicted. COLE Great teamwork? Wall punches X in the face just a second ago! CABOOSE Just playful banter between two bestest best buddies. COLE Really? That must make me and you soulmates. CABOOSE Hitting people with cricket bats is a little different to little lovetaps on the jaw. Vitamin X hangs onto the facelock as Rodez gallantly fights to his feet, managing to back X up towards a corner. Looking to neutralise Rodez, X starts to raise his knees up into Rodez's face and chest until he finally lets Leon go and rams his face into the top turnbuckle. With Rodez cornered, X then fires off a succession of quick kicks across the body of The New Age Love Machine. The crowd are right on X's case but he could care less as he continues to rain in shots on Rodez. Taking him by the arm, X then drags Rodez out and right into a diving short-arm clothesline. Leaping back to his feet a cocky smirk adorns Vitamin X's face as he jaws with the fans. COLE Unlike the rest of the Lightning Crew, Vitamin X has faced Leon Rodez before when Rodez was X-Division Champion. And thus far, X is faring a little better than he did a year or so ago. Rodez is looking for a tag now, but X leads him away with a handful of tights, back to the centre of the ring where he buries a knee into the gut. Exposing the jaw, Vitamin X then goes on the attack with a right hand. Already there's a spring in the step and a little fancy footwork, as X lands a second punch. And, much to the crowd's dismay, X then does the Shane O Mac Shuffle...and MISSES the final right hand! Sprawling forward, X has to regain his bearings quickly and turn around... JAB! JAB! COLE Uh-Oh! JAB! JAB! CABOOSE Thank God Coach mysteriously disappeared... Turning to the crowd, Rodez blows them the customary kiss and fires off the Enziguri...DUCKED! Rodez lands harmlessly on his front and his delay in getting up allows X to slam his knee into the side of Rodez's head! COLE Well, neither man could get their signature combos off, but the fresh Vitamin X still has the presence of mind to capitalise, where-as Rodez is beginning to struggle. He could do with making a tag to John Brickston, who is just itching to get in and clear house. Leaving the ring, X is clearly feeling confident now as he heads to the top rope. Rodez seems momentarily lost as he searches for X, eventually spotting him high above as he leaps off the top and extending an arm for X to land across. And land across it he does, Rodez's hand burying itself in X's gut and causing him to do a Ted Dibiase front flip sell of markout proportions! "YYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" CABOOSE That looked low! COLE It looked fine to me. CABOOSE You probably think your hair looks 'fine' too, so we'll just ignore anything you say from now on, shall we? X kicks his feet in pain as he lays on the mat as Rodez does the smart thing and lunges for his corner, tagging in John Brickston! "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" The former PROTOTYPE comes into the ring and lets out an intense ROAR~! as Vitamin X shuffles back into a corner and tries to beg off. Brickston isn't going to fall for that though, grabbing Vitamin X and pulling him to his feet before unloading with a series of hard bodyshots! COLE Oh my, how John Brickston must be loving this! Finally he gets his hands on Vitamin X! CABOOSE Come on Wall, get in there! As Brickston continues his onslaught Cuban Wall seems to eventually hear Caboose's cry as he steps in and physically drags Brickston off of his partner. Brickston comes to a stop and Wall looks for a big clothesline. Brickston ducks it though and in the process, he ploughs through Vitamin X with a Spear coming out of the corner! Getting up, Brickston starts to shout down at X. But that allows Cuban Wall time to grab him, turning Brickston around and grabbing him in a goozle. Wall's first Chokeslam attempt failed...and so does his second, as Brickston adeptly counters with a Fujiawara takedown, releasing the arm and spinning back around to apply the Anklelock!! "YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" COLE ANKLELOCK! Brickston has that deadly Anklelock applied on Cuban Wall! CABOOSE But he's not the legal man! Brickston stands to his feet and wrenching on the ankle... *CHING!* ...but as the referee is round the front trying to tell Brickston that Cuban Wall isn't legal, Vitamin X capitalises by punting Brickston below the belt!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE What a cheapshot and you'd expect no less from someone like Vitamin X! CABOOSE If anyone cared about your opinion, that could be seen as slander. Brickston drops and curls into a fetal position, much to the confusion of the referee. He doesn't have time to ask questions though as Vitamin X clubs at the back of the former Italian Champion with overhand forearm after overhand forearm. Turning to the crowd, X then gets a flurry of more boos. Cuban Wall meanwhile rolls out of the ring, where Leon Rodez is around to meet him. Rodez fires off some punches at Wall as meanwhile, Vitamin X pulls Brickston into the centre of the ring and looks to lock him into the Lethal Injection. Brickston throws repeated elbows backwards though, until X is forced into retreat. So X lands a quick boot to the back of the head. Out on the floor meanwhile, Cuban Wall has fought back on Leon Rodez and drives Rodez back into the ring apron. As Rodez staggers out holding his spine, Wall then reaches down and PRESSES Rodez up and over his head!! COLE Oh no! What the hell is Wall doing!?! Turning around ringside, Cuban Wall seems to be looking for a suitable place to drop Rodez. Eventually, he turns to the announce table, much to the terror of Michael Cole who leaps from the sofa. Caboose is more casual coz he'z teh c00l and stuff, but he too gets out of the way as Wall presses Rodez forward and drops him on his front across the length of the announce table!! *THUD!* "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" COLE GOOD LORD! CABOOSE I can hear Tha Puerto Rican laughing from here, Cole! The table buckles but doesn't break, leaving Rodez laid face down on the table and groaning in pain. Cuban Wall smirks and at the scene, then turns to the ring... ...where Vitamin X has Brickston's arms double underhooked and is setting him up for The Overdose. As he looks to lift him up though, Brickston goes deadweight and is just too much for X to lift. X hangs onto the arms though as Brickston stands up and backdrops X over, only for The X-Man to land on his feet thanks to his hold on Brickston. Letting him go, X then turns around and pops Brickston in the jaw with a right hand before sending him into the ropes. Brickston rebounds as X ducks his head, too early, getting punished by a firm kick into the chest! X snaps back upright as Brickston looks to scoop Vitamin X up for a slam. Floating over the back, X spins Brickston around and looks for a scoop of his own. But Brickston floats over too, wrapping on a waistlock and heaving X up into the air, flipping him onto his front with a waistlock takeover...AND APPLYING THE ANKLELOCK!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Brickston has X locked up and wrenches on the ankle, X flailing and flapping in front of him and clawing at his face as he tries not to tap out. As Brickston tries to get a submission out of X though, the fans attention has turned, heads focused on the aisleway and cheers turning to boos. *BELTSHOT~!* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" COLE DAMNIT, IT'S PRL!!! CABOOSE YAY! Always a pleasure, always! *DINGDINGDING!* The referee calls for the bell and the obvious disqualification, as Tha Puerto Rican stands over John Brickston with the 24/7 Title spinning around from the force of it's collision with his head. PRL has a devious smile on his face as he nails Brickston with a couple of shaky leg kicks. Meanwhile, down the ramp, the monster frame of Mr Boricua is on the way to the ring. COLE We thought PRL had sent Vitamin X and Cuban Wall out here to do his bidding...but I guess he wasn't satisified with fair odds. I guess we just HAD to make it 4 on 2 out here, huh? CABOOSE PRL's an inspirational leader Cole. He leads by example! PRL now leans over the ropes and motions for Cuban Wall to throw Leon Rodez into the ring. Wall does just that, dragging Rodez off of the table and tossing his lifeless body into the ring, while PRL continues his attack on Brickston. Vitamin X piefaces the referee out of the ring as The Lightning Crew begin to run riot in the ring. "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" Directing traffic, PRL gets Vitamin X to apply the Anklelock on John Brickston! As Brickston begins to come to from the pain of his own hold, Cuban Wall holds Rodez up and PRL charges across the ring with his 24/7 Championship in hand... *BELTSHOT~!* Down goes Rodez, while X lets go of Brickston and mocks him. COLE This is terrible! PRL is trying to take out the competition before Zero Hour! Smirking from ear to ear, PRL tells Cuban Wall to "pick that jabroni right back up!", which he does. Behind that, Mr Boricua delivers a Big Splash to the back of John Brickston! X applauds that, while Wall hands Rodez off to Tha Puerto Rican who throws his arm over his shoulder and PLANTS him with the Latin Slam, right in the centre of the ring! Rodez lands and immediately clutches his ribs, as PRL jumps back up and gives Rodez the "You Can't See Me" hand signal. "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" "PUER - TO SUCKS!" PRL is clearly satisifed with his work, but Vitamin X apparantly isn't, as he stops PRL from leaving. Confused, PRL raises the Corporate Eyebrow at X, who then tells his Lightning Crew leader something. PRL smiles at whatever X told him, walking back over to Rodez...and kicking his arm over his chest. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" CABOOSE YES! It's what the fans paid to see Michael! COLE Oh God, not the People's Elbow... CABOOSE INTENSEZONE Elbow!! Going to pull off his elbowpad, PRL realises that he isn't actually wearing any elbowpads...so, instead, he pulls off the Puerto Rican flag bandana around his head and throws that down on Rodez. As he does that though, bodies begin to rush out through the entrance doors...Otaku II, Spanish Fly and Colombian Heat, wielding a steel chair!! PRL spots the cavalry just in time and grabs his title before scrambling for the exits. X, Wall and Boricua leave the ring too as Heat, Fly and Otaku pile into the ring to check on Rodez and Brickston. COLE This is ridiculous! The cavalry was too late and Rodez and Brickston have paid the price...I tell you what, PRL is a desperate, desperate man! CABOOSE How!?! COLE He's worried. PRL is worried at having to face Leon Rodez at Zero Hour! Why else would he attack him like this? CABOOSE For the sheer fun of it? COLE Come on 'Boose! PRL set this up, he knew exactly what he was doing and it wasn't 'to have a bit of fun'! He's trying to get any advantage he can before Zero Hour!

And we're backstage and we're with Terry Taylor! TERRY M'FN TAYLOR~! Leon, last week you were able to overcome Colombian Heat in a grueling Hardcore Match and in the process, earn yourself a shot at Tha Puerto Rican and the 24/7 Championship. PRL's set the time, he's set the date and he's set the conditions. You and PRL, one on one at Zero Hour...and you have to beat him within 15 minutes. Your thoughts. RODEZ Remember when I.R.S was called Michael Wallstreet and he was part of the York Foundation with Goldust's wife and they had that funky do-dad computer that could tell him how to beat opponents predict the exact amount of time it'd take him to win? TAYLOR Yeah. RODEZ Remember when you only had 7 minutes or something to beat him at Starrcade 90. TAYLOR Yeah. RODEZ And you lost, right? TAYLOR (weeping softly) Yes. Whats your point? RODEZ Well, the way I see it, either PRL's got himself a funky new computer...OR, this is just another way to try and give himself a little insurance for a 24/7 Title defence. Now, assuming that it's option B and he hasn't got a Corporate Computer, I have to ask 'Why?' Why does Tha Puerto Rican need insurance? Why does Tha Puerto Rican feel the need to put a 15 minute time-limit on our match at Zero Hour? Surely...SURELY, the mighty Puerto Rican Lightning isn't afraid that I might beat him and take his 24/7 Title. Nah, that couldn't be it. Just like every Lightning Crew run-in in a PRL match has been purely coincidental and couldn't have had anything to do with him fearing his opponents. Just like the screw-job they laid down on Colombian Heat had nothing to do with fear. Just like the fact that PRL suggested putting me and Colombian Heat in a Hardcore Match last week has nothing to do with him being afraid of us. TAYLOR ...sarcasm? RODEZ You're as sharp as you are...uh...uhm...ah...hmm...yeah. Tha Puerto Rican thought he could divide and conquer last week, by pitting me and Colombian Heat against each other. Now, I'll admit that me and Heat beat the crap out of each other last week. Sure, maybe it went a little too far. But the fact is, me and Heat aren't friends. I've never professed to be his friend and vice-versa. Our new-found relationship is strictly business, based on a mutual enemy. And PRL, no matter what you do, it won't change the fact that we're both out for you and revenge upon you. Rodez lightens the mood with a wry smile, before fixing Terry Taylor's tie. RODEZ So, at Zero Hour, I've got to beat Tha Puerto Rican within 15 minutes, right Terry? TAYLOR Uhm...yep. RODEZ Right. Usually, I'm all about stamina and going for a long, long time, if you're catching my drift here. And if you're not, a little clue...it's about sex. But something which ISN'T about sex is my match at Zero Hour. Now THAT'S a segueway! Scrambling through his pockets, Taylor takes a notepad out from his back pocket and scribbles down that completely fantastic segueway for future use. RODEZ All the time-limit means is I'm going to have to go for the kill a little early. Now, I'm not a 'killer instinct' type of guy. I'm not planning on cheating to gain a quick advantage and I'm not planning on trying to cripple PRL in order to get the victory in time. But I have to take the fight to Tha Puerto Rican, because the time-limit means he doesn't have to bring the fight to me. Maybe it means I take a few more risks. Maybe it means I'm a tad more ruthless. Who knows? The pressure's on me and I know that. PRL wouldn't have set the deck that way if not. But I'm comfortable with a little pressure. I'm up for his Corporate Challenge. Taylor stops looking around nervously for any sign of a certin A. Maria Spezia or K. Isadora Duncan long enough to remember he's doing an interview. TAYLOR Well, moving on to tonight. With Zero Hour just a couple of weeks away, PRL has set another little hurdle for you as he sends two of his Lightning Crew members, Brains and Brawn, out to take on yourself and John "Rock Hard" Brickston. RODEZ PRL, stacking the deck. Who'da thunk it Terry Taylor? I'm under no illusions that PRL is sending out his evil minions with strict instructions to try and soften me up for Zero Hour. Well, as Kirsten Dunst may or may not have said in the film Bring It On, "Bring It On!" Send me bodyguards. Send me Financial Consultants. Send me Official Lightning Crew Referees. Send me Latina Bitches. Send me lawyers. Send me waitors, bakers, candlestick makers. All in all, PRL, send in the clowns. Lord knows you have enough of them. Fact is, I'm going to Zero Hour to challenge for the 24/7 Championship and there's nothing you, Punchy, Punch Bag or any other Lightning Crew members you might have hidden away are gonna do about it. Rodez walks off with a pat on the back to Terry on a job well done as we go to something else. Yay something else!

He's also interupted shows and public events, the CZW/ROH stuff is just starting. "Shutting down the message board" is just an effective way to get each side of the feud involved. Anything involving the internet in wrestling feuds strikes me as incredibly lame. Or, in this case, lazy. If they want Hero to get over as a heel, they need to take all the anti-ROH statements they can find and shove them in his mouth. Have him cut a promo about how the surprise sucked, have him rip on Punk and say Xavier has absolutely no credibility or something. Shutting down message boards just seems like such a desperate move for one of the better heel guys on the indy circuit to be relying on. It makes him look like some punk kid with too much time on his hands, when he's supposed to be a 'student of the game' professional wrestler who wrestles around the world and, presumably, puts his time into training.

Cool. The Chris Sabin one I saw w/X-Division Title belt looked a really odd build, but you can't tell with pictures sometimes.

I'll take opening promo, as live on Storm!

I found the IYH match pretty dull until the bladejob, actually. The crowd were dead too, which might have made it seem duller, I'm not sure. It picks up after Bret's busted open and Bulldog's turnbuckle spot where he lands on his head is insane, but I'd take Summerslam over IYH if only for the atmosphere.

I'm assuming size-wise these are the same scale as the WCW figures (Aside from the Sting one, which is blatantly the same as the WCW Sting one), Zack? I've already got an Abyss, but I've held out on any X-Division ones so far incase they're ridiculously tall/big.