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a) W&D, do you two have a tag intro you'd like me to use or what? b) My stats were updated just before New Year's. Take heed. c) I'm doomed, Zed is marking

Crow's Journal That He Can't Be Fucked Updating, Fucking Bird.

Happy new year to everyone. At least, it's been January 1 2004 down here for nearly 2 hours now, so yeah. Welcome to the future!

Crow's place.

Aecas. Just for the sheer magnitude of hoss-violence we'd do. Muzzums, just because. (Y) And King back when he was commish. The whole "giant heroic face vs evil heel boss" angle would've been fun. These entries are subject to change.

Crow. Even though I was burning out at that particular time, he brought out the best in me and I him, at least on the creative side of things. Fuckin bird. (Y)

Yes, Yes I've Had One For Years. Be happy the majority of the furry stuff is hidden behind friends group filters.

Well, there's always the 'getting presents' bit. Though we're holding the family Xmas party here (for the third year in a row, fuck it ) so I'll probably be doing some socialising before hiding somewhere to play with my presents - they're mainly gonna be DVDs and games hopefully, anyway. (Y) I think they figured out the only way to get me to come to an Xmas part was to host it here.

Is Jacob like the Twins or something? I wasn't aware he was 'veteran grapplers'... "We are getting aggravated." "Yes we are."

Ejiro Fasaki, SWF World Heavyweight Champeen! You GO boy! In other news.....stuff happened, people retired, entertainment was had, and Thugg wrecked shit. Long comments are not my forte. Good going, peeps.

Damn straight I was going to paint Columbus with Va'aiga's blood! (Y) By the way Dub Cee, a miiiiiinor little nitpick...... Me: "Terrence" You: "Terrance" Me right, You wrong, okay?

w00t! ....wait, World Title Defense! OMG PUSH! (Y) And Muzz, I -know- I'm no good at doing recitals like that.

Twas the Fight before Christmas, and all through the fed Not a wrestler was stirring, cause they were all drunk (or dead). The weapons were hidden in the arena with care, in the hopes to make all the fighting unfair. Justice and Rule were snuggling in their beds, visions of chained fists dancing in their heads. And Mark in his office, and Zenon plotting outside Were going to make the show one hell of a ride. When out in the ring arose such a clatter Mark hobbled from his office to see what was the matter. To the entrance he staggered still wearing his brace Threw aside the curtain and pulled out some Mace The lights from above shined down on the ring Giving an unnatural glow to every little thing Mark rubbed his eyes, swearing he was hallucinating Because next to the ring was the ute of Suicide King! Everyone's favourite heel, so cocky and smart Slipped into the ring as quiet as a fart With the microphone he called, and the wrestlers came And he yelled, he shouted, he called them by name! "Come Thomas! Come Linchpin!, come Justice and Rule! And Wildchild! And Terrence, don't make me look the fool! To the top of the stage! And down to the ring! Come on down, come on down, I'm not planning anything!" As wicked heels that before the angry faces flee, The charge to the ring, it was something to see, So on to the canvas, the wrestlers did climb Within was a sack, and King ready for a good time. And then, the sound of talking, Mark heard in the ring The sound of wrestlers wanting their presents from King. As he put down the Mace, and hobbled down the ramp The Suicide King grinned at him like a rascally scamp. He was dressed in a business suit, from his head to his toe, And his clothes were all brand new, King still had the dough; A sackful of toys he had in the ring, And he looked very cheerful, like he wanted to sing. His eyes gleamed like diamonds, the wrestlers were merry His smile was so smarmy, like he'd popped someone's cherry! Each little present was tied up with a bow, And each and every one dusted with fake snow. The wrestlers opened their gifts as Mark gritted his teeth And glared at King like the ex-commish was a thief. King merely chuckled, and shook Terrence's hand As with his present, he sent Ejiro into la-la land. Hearford was quite cheerful, he had a new chain. And Mark laughed out loud as his face contorted with pain. As Wildchild had kicked Judge in the nuts And Linchpin decked Justice with his brand new brass knucks. King said not a word, but grinned at his work As presents were opened, and Mark called him a jerk. He waved one hand and dropped to the floor, And smirking at Mark, he opened the ute door; He sprang into the seat, to the wrestlers gave a yell As they beat on each other and remembered to sell But Mark heard him exclaim as he reversed out of sight "MERRY KINGMAS TO ALL, AND HAVE A GOOD FIGHT!" You can also Download Me Saying It Here.

SHIT... my bad Strangler. <Nelson Muntz> Ha HA! </Nelson Muntz>

T-Minus Two Days Till SWF Twas The Fight Before Christmas The apartment of one Terrence "Janus" Bailey is as black as night. Almost all the blinds are drawn, and all the lights are off. The only sign of life coming from the statue-esque figure in the room is the rise and fall of his chest. With his arms folded behind his back,wearing a white singlet and pants, Terrence stands in the dark of his room and gazes out the only open window contemplatively. ~Two days. Two days till the Pay-Per-View. Two days till I put my body on the line to protect the Hardcore Gamers Championship...~ A pause. He half-smiles, the moonlight illuminating half of his face, showing one shining green eye as he shakes his head. Snow drifts down outside - so different from back home in Australia. That reminded him, he should go home for Christmas...but first, there was the Maori Badass to deal with. ~No, it's not about the title...it's about revenge. Va'aiga committed the ultimate wrong by betraying a close friend, much as I did in the past. I paid the price for it then, and I will see Va'aiga pay for it in two days.~ The seven foot monster continues to gaze out the window up at the night sky. The stars twinkle and wink at him, the moon casting its eerie light across one side of the giant's face. He slowly shakes his head again, turning away from the window and dropping the blind, plunging the entire room into darkness. In blood, sweat, and tears, the Maori Badass will suffer. I promise him that. Walking across the darkened room, Terrence lifts the cordless phone from its hook and looks at the illuminated pad, dialling a number. He listens calmly for several moments as it dials, and tilts his head only a little when a voice on the other end answers, the voice of a receptionist. "Dr. Frood's office..." "I'd like to book an appointment, on the 18th..." "Who is this appointment for, sir...?" "Terrence....Terrence Bailey." He can hear the receptionist gasp in surprise - no doubt she recognised his name - and she confirms the appointment. Slowly nodding and wishing her a good day, the giant hangs up the phone and walks back towards the window. He lifts the blinds up and cocks his head, casting the green-eyed side into shadow... ...and bringing into view a blood-red orb. He gazes up at the sky once more, then adjusts the blinds to allow a little light into the room before dropping them again. Turning away from the window, he looks down at his bed and the bag there - the plane tickets supplied for the Pay-Per-View. One green eye. ~I'll need that appointment.~ One red eye. -In case I get out of control?- Two personalities in one body. ~Right. He's not fighting one man in two days...~ Inhale. Exhale. And then, Terrence "Janus" Bailey speaks out loud, to no one in particular. "He's got both of us to deal with..." The shadowbeast calls, A vulture of life. Your worst enemy dwells From Within. ~ Arch Enemy, "Enemy Within"

TWAS THE FIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2003!!! AN SWF PAY-PER-VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA! FEATURING… Annie "Ichiban" Onita versus "Notorious" John Duran versus Stryke versus Johnny Dangerous ~ I'll take Notorious for this one. Annie's disappeared, Stryke has that no-showing problem, and Duran > Johnny. So. NO, NO, NOTORIOUS~! "Judge Mental" William Hearford versus ??? ~ Random bet for ??? man, just because these people can surprise you sometime. Xstasy versus Wildchild versus Michael Craven versus Crowe versus Linchpin ~ Wildchild is an awesome writer, but Aussie pride persuades me to back the returning Crow, and Muzzpin. Any of those three to win the match, because they all rawk. Va'aiga versus Terrence "Janus" Bailey ~ No prediction, naturally. It's a streetfight, so expect BLOOD AND VIOLENCE AND SICKENING SHIT. \m/ >_< \m/ "The Franchise" Mak Francis versus the Hville Thugg ~ EAST COAST! Dace Night versus Charlie "Grappler" Matthews ~ Trinity pride, and I know Dace has a little something lined up for this. (Y) The Boston Strangler versus Erek Taylor ~ The fans. Seriously, most likely Strangler in either man's match, to prove the whole man-can-rise-above his past thing. Pity they're both leaving. AND THE MAIN EVENT… "THE SUPERIOR ONE" TOM FLESHER VERSUS EJIRO FASAKI ~ FUCK YOU, FASAKI!

For the love of all that's holy, someone shoot me! I'm at 8.2k and technically finished unless I go back and edit it to make it longer.

Craven again promozing! Linchpin beats Johnny to become the new US champ! Promo building for Mak/Thugg! Through the grace of some nonreligious entity, I manage to beat WC to become the new Hardcore champ! More promo building for Mak/Thugg! Stryke wins (probably in someone else's written match ) against Va'aiga and Matthews! Promo building for Dace/Grappler, and yet MORE for Mak/Thugg! MAK AND TOM WIN! EAST COAST FUCK YOU! And now it's time for the PPV. I really should've done a promo myself to hype Terrence vs Va'aiga, but ah well. Good show people, now let's make the PPV a Christmas to remember (Y)

I laugh at Thoth despite all his crappy ripping on me

Card Went Up: 3:15pm (King in chat omgwtf) Janus Started Writing: 8pm (because it was too fucking hot earlier) Current Time: 10:02pm (approximately 2 hours!) Word Count: 4,500 and growing. (OMGWTF.) .....even I scare me this time.

!!! That would have been a NASTY way to end your reign - via no show At least we have good, honest.... *kicks WC in the nads and runs off with the HCG title* ...competition.

Figured I'd bump this as the PPV is right around the corner and I still like it.

Heels 1) Ejiro Fasaki 2) Erek Taylor 3) William Hearford III Faces 1) Thomas Flesher 2) Wildchild 3) Dace Night

And I don't look silly for doing this early matchwriting on a regular basis?

After not sleeping last night for unrelated reasons, my match is already in. ph34r me and all that. \m/ >_< \m/