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I wondered for a while whether Thoth would actually be able to mark before the show or something, since you changed the poster but not the matches. *shrug* At least it was cleared up, minimal fuss.

But we love Muzz all the same.

MAIN EVENT BEST-OF-FIVE SERIES, MATCH THREE OF FIVE HARDCORE MATCH "The Superior One" Tom Flesher (1) vs Dace Night (1) ~ Gotta back Dace in hardcore style, but Tom could steal it. I'll Kelk this. SINGLES MATCH ICTV Title Match Janus© vs Alan Clark ~ I'm at 3.5k and I've stalled. Clark unless I get past my stall. TRIPLE THREAT, TWO FALL MATCH USJL Title Bout Hardcore Title Bout Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix© vs Mike Van Siclen© vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins ~ I have a Maddixiction. NO GRAVITY MATCH Crusierweight Title Bout Johnny Dangerous© vs Todd Cortez ~ Cortezell fo shnezzel. TAG TEAM MATCH Insane Luchador & Austin Sly vs Crow & Ryan Dustin ~ CrowDust! SINGLES MATCH "The Notorious" John Duran vs Ace Lezaire ~ Muzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzooooom zoom zoom SINGLES MATCH Edward James vs David Blazenwing ~ Bond. James Bon....err...Edward James.

You son of a bitch, you told me it was NON TITLE.

So I wasn't the only one to go WTF then.

http://monetsgarden.net/fquiz/fetishquiz.html

*cries unfair advantage* *drops Toxxic on his head and gets the belt anyway*

*insert complete misinterpretation of post despite sarcasm tag, and simmering flamebait here* Oh, and me and Crow both had matches in.

A shame to see you go, Coyjiro. *shakes fist* I envied you, goddamit. Even in the JL after I managed to steal your Ejiropean title. You just ruled. (Y) But like it's been said - they always come back, so I hope we'll see you again sometime in the future. And actually, I don't think you have a sexual preference to make fun of...oh well. We can make redneck jokes because you used Coy!

Shmick promo, bitch. Reminding the world that the woman who holds your fucking leash is Terrence-Janus's sister, that it's not pleasant for Markus to risk his ass going against the Hell Machine... ...and that it's ridiculous for Jess to be out there with SOMEONE THAT FUCKING PSYCHOTIC. You're still a fucking cunt for doing this AFTER I did my match though. Bitch.

Mostly theoretical, as I have no real life experience to draw on. ---- You prefer mostly males, but some females catch your interest. You tend to be submissive. This will impact the interpretation of your various sexual interests. You become aroused when you reveal information about yourself, or perform a sex act in a public or semi-public setting. Some of your fantasies involve sexual acts with animals. What else can be said? You enjoy getting yourself off. Don't we all? ----- Dominant (20%) Submissive (60%) Voyeurism (17%) Clothing (0%) Feet (0%) Spanking (20%) Bondage (33%) Humiliation (14%) Sensation (12%) Anal (0%) Exhibitionism (60%) Sleep (43%) Medical (0%) Training (0%) Food (0%) Bodyfluids (14%) Roleplaying (33%) Oral (50%) Objects (20%) Strangers (0%) Rape (0%) Groups (33%) Gagging (25%) Watersports (0%) Crushing (20%) Bestiality (67%) Fisting (0%) Finger sucking (0%) Toe sucking (0%) Masturbation (67%) Asphyxiation (25%)

*sodomises Mel Gibson with a piece of coral*

Big Helmsman!

Match is in. That was fun.

SINGLES MATCH - FIRST OF FIVE Tom Flesher vs Dace Night ~ Ex-Trinity pride in Dace, or Ex-M7 pride in Tom? Push. TAG TEAM TITLES #1 CONTENDERSHIPOVER THE TOP BATTLE ROYAL[ Alan Clark vs Coy West vs John Duran vs Todd Royal vs Austin Sly vs Jimmy “The Demon” Liston vs Tryst vs Insane Luchadore ~ I'll guess Royal/Duran or Coy/Clark. CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP Jacob Hemlsley vs Todd Cortez ~ Cortez. HARDCORE MATCH Janus vs Crow ~ The EMTs and the fans. Wonder if I should try the ultraviolence like these other sick fucks. USJL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Landon Maddix© vs “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins ~ Spike. Yeah, you heard me. SINGLES MATCH Ace Lezaire vs Ryan Dustin ~ Ace. Because it's the Mind of Muzzums behind it. SINGLES MATCH David Blazenwing vs Toxxic ~ I shall horrify everyone by agreeing with MVS and backing Blazenwing. OMGZ.

Yes, but this an an actual -wrestling- match... if hardcore counts as wrestling.

When history collides! *cracks knuckles* I think this is the first actual competitive, non-co-written actual match that Crow and I have had... ever. (Y) ....

(Y) @ being praised. Even though we haven't really talked much outside of cursory chat greetings, and lately, plotting the deaths of certain dumb motherfuckers that I just happen to know. Con-fucking-grats, mate. You've worked for this long enough and you sure as hell deserve it. Champ.

Well, excuse me then. I'd like to think the feud Aecas and I are building up is more important to us than the tag titles you seem to revere so much. And for fuck's sake man, must you -always- be pissed with me? Hardcore Title, Tag Titles, now this decision we made to job said Tag Titles. Do you solely exist to spit on the accomplishments and decisions I make? Because you sure as fuck seem to like to.

And considering the fact Aec and I said we're no-showing from the start... why the hell hasn't the universe imploded yet?

(I really have NO idea where I initially planned to go with this. So...eh. Random good old Terrence/Janus promo!) The motel room is a marked difference from the apartment. It's smaller, for one thing. And it has nice, warmly glowing lights hanging from the roof, as well as shining from the lampshade situated next to the window. In one corner sits an old TV, showing nothing but static. The carpeting is old and worn, while the bed taking the center of the room up is clearly clean and fresh, newly built and placed. The bathroom door is ajar, showing newly polished tile and the hint of a retro shower curtain. A combination of old and new. Another such combination lays back on the bed. The individual who has been known as both Terrence and Janus is laid out on the mattress, which has been stripped of all coverings. The sheets, the pillows, everything is gone. The seven foot behemoth has his arms folded across his chest like some ancient Egyptian mummy, and his long hair spreads across the soiled white mattress. His eyes are closed, but the eyelids flicker on occasion ~What's up with you!?~ The sleeping behemoth's jaw twitches slightly. ~I belong here. I have always belonged here.~ The fingers of one hand begin to curl. ~You have never...you aren't even natural...~ ~That's right...but I'm far more suited to this than you...~ One again, the Anti-Heel Machine and the Hell Machine are at odds, and the giant's muscles begin to relax. Because it's not what's going on outside his body that's a problem right now. ----- The room is the same as ever - they've been here before. Made of concrete, dull and bleak. Draped heavily in shadow. A single lightbulb offers dim illumination of a round and rickety wooden table. Sitting at this table are two figures, who look like perfect mirrors of each other, save for small differences. Long black hair frames green eyes, that stare frustratedly across into indifferent bleak red eyes framed by pure white hair. The green-eyed figure speaks, his voice sounding as frustrated as he looks. "Why do you haunt me? I defeated you months ago, in psychotherapy with Doctor Frood..." "The Doctor has no idea who he deals with. I'm not just some different side of you, Terrence... I'm my own person, and no two-bit half-cocked psychatrist will change that." Terrence thumps his fist on the table, still glaring across at the cold-eyed form of Janus. "Yet you nearly vanished during my time in therapy..." "A ruse...do you really think I would vanish, with a creature such as Gabriel about...?" "It's not Gabriel you're after... he's a side interest..." Janus, arms folded across his chest, runs his thumb over his trio of chest scars, and Terrence subconsciously does the same. It is the dark, red-eyed personality that moves to speak first, clear amusement in his voice as he regards the softer, green-eyed personality. But Terrence has other ideas and opens his mouth, and both say exactly the same thing. "Nathaniel Kibagami." Janus laughs, softly, maliciously. "After all this time, we've never forgiven him, Terrence. First Aecas and his friend Gabriel..." "And then...to finish what you started? You're still..." "A monster? Yes, Terrence... I'm his finest creation, after all. You may hate him for creating me... but I despise him... he gave up everything he ever was. The Silent One is a but a shadow of how he used to be. He strives to recapture it, but he will never be the same..." Things become misty, fading. Like fog rolling him, the mental dreamstate becomes obscure, hard to see. We begin to fade out... --- ...and Janus sits up on the bed. His eyes open, red eyes shining in the warm and low light glow. He smiles faintly as he looks towards the television - the chaotic static only making him smile wider. He rises to turn off the idiot box, then pauses to look out the window at the dark night sky and the shadows. Various things seem to flash in the darkness. Gold. The faces of both Nathaniel Kibagami and the Black Angel Aecas. ~So what happens when you supposedly destroy the Black Angel...?~ And he speaks to the empty air. His voice is cool and calm. Collected. And increasingly ominous as he touches the little goatee sprouting from his chin. "It will be time for Nathaniel Kibagami to truely wake up..."

I demand all matches in said Supertanker be falls count anywhere. Imagine the chaos (Y)

Now THAT is a delayed sell.

MAIN EVENT SINGLES MATCH WORLD TITLE BOUT "Deathwish" Danny Williams© vs Nathaniel Kibagami ~ I'm contractually obligated to pick Silent. There are no head drop threats here. Really. CAGE MATCH Stryke vs Dace Night ~ Dace to paint the bars red with Stryke. TAG TEAM MATCH TAG TEAM TITLE BOUT Janus & Aecas© vs Hollywood Boulevard ~ I kill everyone and forfeit the tag belts. SINGLES MATCH NON-TITLE Landon Maddix© vs "In The Crowd" Spike Jenkins ~ My name changing is so witty. I have a Maddixtion so Landon to land the win. TRIPLE THREAT CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE BOUT Johnny Dangerous© vs Austin Sly vs Alan Clark ~ Auuuuustin. Auuuuuuustin. HARDCORE MATCH Crow vs Insane Luchadore ~ The EMTs.

*quietly jobs the titles away when no one's looking*