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She's fat. Not overweight. Fat. It's even possible she might be obese. That's all she meant.

Hey wait, you're not stopping in New York.

The "Rent is Too High" party. I considered voting that on my New York ballot for a brief second yesterday just because of the name alone.

Slayer's acting a lot like Neo-Alf.

If they're going to do a Cena/Umaga title match, they should do it at Survivor Series. That feud will never be strong enough to carry a Raw-only PPV by itself. It would work in the midcard of a Big Four PPV though, much like Brock/Holly before. I think they should hold off on Booker/Batista though, because they do need to think about a Main Event for Armageddon. They're also going to do The Undertaker vs. Ken Kennedy and Chris Benoit vs. Chavo Guerrero. So, keeping that in mind and the fact that wwe.com said Survivor Series is scheduled to have seven matches, something like this... Shawn Michaels/Triple H/CM Punk/Matt Hardy/Jeff Hardy vs. Randy Orton/Edge/Mike Knox/Johnny Nitro/Gregory Helms Rob Van Dam/Sabu/Batista/Carlito/Bobby Lashley vs. Booker T/Test/The Big Show/Finlay/Chris Masters WWE Title John Cena vs. Umaga Casket Match The Undertaker vs. Ken Kennedy WWE United States Title Chris Benoit vs. Chavo Guerrero World Tag Titles Elimination Match Roddy Piper/Ric Flair vs. Cryme Time vs. Spirit Squad vs. The Highlanders WWE Women's Title Hardcore Match Lita vs. Mickie James

Oh yeah, and for anybody who wants to help write such a fun, intriguing, interesting match... It should go without saying that your help would be incredibly appreciated.

Sorry guys. I've had the roster for a few days but I forgot to post it. My bad. What I want to go with: Drek Stone Hoff Zack Malibu Alfdogg Tony Brannigan Bohemoth Peter Knight Reject Alf, I know you were planning to use entry into this match as a winning stipulation for your other November Reign matches. What is everyone else planning to do? Do you just want your spot announced or do you want the entry to be used as a stipulation in another match?

Hey wait, Leena has MySpace now?

Al Gore had the same problem. The Democrats don't realize that the American people love to elect someone that has a distinct personality. That's partially why Clinton held onto office for eight years, while Gore and Kerry came close to winning but couldn't quite get there.

That was directed towards Leena for what it's worth.

The damp spot near your crotch upon reading the first post indicates that you're glad, at least.

I strongly feel the whole Meltzer tidbit about Vince not wanting to put the title on RVD is a sham. It seems like one of those fake items that WWE throws out once in a while to fool the reporters. It seems way, way too obvious at this point that Van Dam would walk out of December to Dismember with the belt, so what better way to add intrigue to the match and further piss off those in the Internet by tossing out this item. Remember, when Van Dam was originally arrested, Meltzer reported that Vince's plan was to suspend Rob for thirty days but then push him back into the Main Event as soon as he came back. Sure enough, RVD came back and was shoved into the Main Event again. All of a sudden, Vince changes his mind on a whim? Despite the fact that Rob has been in the best matches in ECW the past few weeks? I don't buy it. Hardcore Holly is going to be the sixth guy. CM Punk will look impressive. But it won't matter. RVD is still walking out with the belt -- and holding it until at least WrestleMania.

To take this thread off-topic: PK, how did you lose your mod powers? Does it have to do with the whole Leena/Mike situation?

We're on the second page of a Leena thread now. When does Niskie chime in with "I like Leena and think she's a good poster. I would meet her off the board if given the chance"

Leena should post in here under dreamer's name to celebrate her victory. Hell, why not just post in here under all forty names that you control?

I hope that if I'm ever banned, I get reinstated in the same ridiculous manner that Leena and Crono have been. Mike, just get rid of all the mods. Take over everything yourself. You clearly show no faith in their judgment and don't respect any of their actions.

That's it! I'm going to Alf!

Leena, if you keep badgering us like this, I'm going to let a mod know exactly what it is you're doing.

Bellick's not really interested in turning in T-Bag though. He just wants the $5 million he has. After that, I think he would rather just strand him in the middle of nowhere and keep the $5 mil instead of having to go through the hassle of turning him in and confessing to taking Westmoreland's money.

And Sucre and T-Bag. I definitely didn't see Linc and LJ getting arrested this episode. Nice twist.

You lie.

Princess Marvin wants you to comment his MySpace

Keep these four segments in this order but just scatter them throughout the show. Thanks to...whoever. Probably PK. We cut backstage to Bill Watts relaxing at his desk in his office. With his prized cowboy hat on his head and his spurred boots calmly resting on a wooden footstool, Bill couldn’t possibly look any more comfortable. Of course, it only takes one man to ruin that tranquility. And this week…that man will be Drek Stone. The crowd explodes into a frenzy of jeers as the Heavyweight Champion bursts into the President’s office and swats Bill’s feet off the table. DREK Okay, I think we should end the games now. Not letting Drek’s rude arrival phase him, Watts looks up from his seat with a confident grin on his face. WATTS I don’t know anything about games, Mr. Stone. I don’t see a Twister mat anywhere, do you? DREK Yeah, cute, Bill. This ain’t a game of Candy-Land and you ain’t King Kandy. You’ve been messing around with my Heavyweight Title the past few weeks. I keep hearing rumors about how you have this big, huge match planned for November Reign…but I haven’t heard a damn detail about it. WATTS Well, maybe if you showed up to an episode of HeldDown once in a while, you would. DREK Oh no, don’t even give me that. The first week, you had me suspended because YOU didn’t like the way I defended the title. You couldn’t understand what it was to be a fighting World Heavyweight Champion because, let’s face it, you never were one yourself. So whether you suspended me because you had a weak stomach or you were jealous of my success, I don’t know. The second week, I come here all ready to burst out of the gate and send the ratings soaring. And what do you do? Send a bunch of reporters after me to ask me about Zack Malibu. I didn’t like the unprofessionality, so I split. But that was two weeks I was ready to go and you didn’t let me. WATTS And last week? DREK Hey, I was at Shea Stadium for Game 7 of the Mets/Cards series. You think I would skip THAT so I could come here and watch Dance Dance Dragon bust a move? Think again. You all had no shot of booking me that week. WATTS Ah, yes. The Mets game. How’d they do, by the way? I didn’t catch the final score. Drek grimaces slightly as Watts smiles, pleased with his jab. DREK The day Major League Baseball gets an Oklahoma team I can mock, let me know. But let’s cut all the chatter here. I want to know what I’m in for at November Reign. And I want to know NOW. Drek knocks a large stack of papers off Bill’s desk, scattering the sheets all over the office. Now Watts starts to widen his eyes a little, clearly getting annoyed with Drek’s tantrum. DREK The next thing I’ll do is punch a hole in your ten-gallon hat, I swear to God. You ready to talk to me? WATTS Drek, I don’t need to talk to you. The exclusive Pay-Per-View advertisement for November Reign will debut on television sometime…oh, let’s see…in the next thirty seconds. If I were you, I’d find a TV and watch. Quickly. Then you can see what I have planned along with the rest of the world. With a chuckle, Drek turns to leave. DREK Cute. I guess I’ll just mosey on over to a TV now. I can’t wait to see what underwhelming challenge you planned for me this time. Coincidentally enough, directly outside the office of Bill Watts is a collection of OAOAST superstars watching tonight’s HeldDown on a big-screen television. All the big names are here! Biff “Shampoo” Atlas. Jumbo. The Marv! And now Drek Stone! The camera cuts back to Double CC at the broadcast booth. COLE …well, I guess we’re going to commercial now. COACH What a good idea. Folks, this is the exclusive advertisement for November Reign. I don’t even know what Mr. Watts has here! Enjoy! ************************* [i]Dark, ominous music immediately begins playing as we watch storm clouds gather in the distance.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER You thought you saw it all.[/b] [i]The scene fades into a black-and-white montage of clips.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER Steel cage matches.[/b] [i]CLIP: AngleSault diving off the top of a steel cage with an Anglesault onto Tony Brannigan.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER Hell-in-the-Cell.[/b] [i]CLIP: Drek Stone giving the Mad Cappa a slingshot suplex into a side panel of a Hell-in-the-Cell structure.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER The Elimination Chamber.[/b] [i]CLIP: Sly Sommers giving Drek Stone a superplex off the top rope – but onto the steel grating on the outside of the ring![/i] [b]VOICEOVER The Survive or Surrender Thunderdome.[/b] [i]CLIP: Crystal making Zack Malibu tap out to the Crystalling in the center of the ring.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER War Games.[/b] [i]CLIP: Zack Malibu grabbing AJ Flaire by his hair and tossing him into the wall of the cage.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER But you haven’t seen anything yet.[/b] [i]The camera flashes to a shot of a Hell-in-the-Cell structure.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER You haven’t seen one cage…[/b] [i]The shot quickly peels back to catch a second cage piled on top of the first. Various weapons ranging from steel chairs to fluorescent lighttubes are strewn all around the steel walls.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER …on top of another cage…[/b] [i]Once again, the shot peels back to a final cage placed on top of the other two. Yet this cage has the walls wrapped with vicious razor-sharp barbed wire.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER …on top of another cage.[/b] [i]The camera flashes a final time to see the Heavyweight Title dangling above this monstrous structure.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER For the OAOAST World Heavyweight Title.[/b] [i]We see a close-up shot of the championship belt.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER Eighty feet high.[/b] [i]The camera pans to the steel mesh once again.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER Ten tons of steel.[/b] [i]We spot a shovel hanging against the wall of the second cage.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER Eight men will compete.[/b] [i]Closeup shot of a ladder set-up at the center of the ring in the bottom cage.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER For the richest prize in our industry.[/b] [i]Another frame of the barbed wire gripping the walls of the third cage.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER For the first time ever.[/b] [i]Mysterious screams are heard – but from who, we don’t know.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER And maybe the last.[/b] [i]A shot of blood dripping through the iron bars.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER It’s the Triple Cage match![/b] [i]The camera slowly fades to black.[/i] [b]VOICEOVER At November Reign.[/b] [i]We finally stop at a final screen to advertise the Pay-Per-View.[/i] [color=#3333FF][b]NOVEMBER REIGN NOVEMBER 26th, 2006 LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW![/b][/color] ************************* The scene comes back to Drek Stone staring wide-eyed at the television, almost too shocked to speak. The Marv slowly tip-toes away, followed by Jumbo doing his best to do the same. The Heavyweight Champion starts taking deep breaths, trying to do anything to calm himself. Finally he gives up. Something in him snaps and he turns back towards the office of Bill Watts. With rage building in his throat, he starts stomping over to the President – who quickly locks his door. Outraged, Drek charges forward and pounds mightily against the oak door, screaming for Watts to let him in. DREK OPEN THE DOOR, WATTS! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR! [b]*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*[/b] DREK YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THIS, BILL! OPEN THE DOOR!! Drek grips the doorknob and tries forcing it open but, once that fails, he kicks the door powerfully. But still it remains strong. DREK I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS, WATTS! OH YOU BETTER BELIEVE I WILL! But refusing to give into Drek’s threats, Watts leaves the door shut. DREK I’LL….OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME IN THE DAMN ROOM!! I’LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR I WILL! We then cut back to Double C at the announcing booth. We cut backstage to Hoff peacefully sitting on a wooden bench in the locker room. Taking in a snack before he goes and does whatever it is that he does, Hoff is startled when he hears Drek slam the door open and stomp into the room. The big man immediately stands up, knowing that seeing his best friend this angry could only lead to trouble. Wanting to defuse the situation before it gets bad, he makes a polite offer to the champ. HOFF Hey Drek, want a Dunkaroo? Drek Stone looks down to see Hoff holding the cookie snack with the chocolate frosting dip. HOFF I didn’t even know they still made these things anymore. Man, this takes me back. If you want, I have the ones with the vanilla frosting too and I… Drek swings his arm and knocks the package of Dunkaroos out of Hoff’s hand and to the floor. The big man, more startled than anything, just stares at Drek. DREK Hoff, I BETTER not find out that you’re in this match! Because if I can’t trust you, I’ll take care of you MYSELF! With that, Drek cradles the title back around his shoulder and clomps out of the room, just as mad as ever. HOFF Asshole. That was my last chocolate one. Wait until he finds out. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Hoff turns back to his locker. We now cut backstage to Dance Dance Dragon who is bopping and skipping backstage without the aid of any music. So, strangely enough, it just looks like some guy dancing to the iTunes in his head. But he doesn’t let that ruin this party. DRAGON It’s been one week and the party’s still going! Looking so much like a DDR Champion right now, Dragon lets his feet go flying. Left foot in. Out. Right foot up. Down. Hopping up and down with unsurpassed speed, totally in the zone. DRAGON Where’s Christian Wright? I’ll make my record 2-0! Faster and faster, he goes, earning a consistent spree of Perfects as he does so. Turning his head, he sees Drek Stone staring at him. Not taking this as a hint to stop though, DDD just keeps dancing as he waves at the Heavyweight Champion. DRAGON Hey Drek! How’s it going, paisan?! With that, Drek takes his championship belt and smashes Dance Dance Dragon in the back of the head with the gold plating. Dragon immediately hits the wall and crumbles to the floor as the fans loudly boo the man that took out the hyperactive fan favorite. DREK If I find out you’re in that Triple Cage match, I’ll make sure you never DANCE AGAIN! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! Drek angrily kicks Dragon’s spine and screams for the superstar to get out of his face. More a dancer and not a fighter, Dance Dance Dragon scrambles up and out of Drek’s sight as the champion stares at his prospective – yeah, right, okay – opponent for November Reign. COLE He’s really gone off the deep end tonight! COACH Well, Dance Dance Dragon is a threat! Drek needed to stop him before he gets too strong! COLE Hoff! Dance Dance Dragon! Who’s the next superstar that will cross Drek’s path?! The camera flashes to Drek Stone stomping around backstage, still on his furious warpath. Punts around boxes and pounding his fists against walls, Drek kicks open a set of double doors and walks through. Only to stop. To stop because someone is standing in front of him. To stop because that person standing in front of him is Zack Malibu. The Cincinnati crowd unleashes a wild frenzy of cheers as the two superstars stare each other down. Drek Stone’s anger has suddenly subsided as he stares at the one man in the company that could officially be considered his arch-enemy. Zack Malibu finds the feeling mutual as he looks at the superstar he considers the most treasonous, disloyal, despicable person he has ever laid his eyes on. The tension crackles as both men continue to stare each other down. All the history is coming back. The angry insults. The livid threats. Their eyes are locked as they reach down in their depths and remember just how much they hate each other. The electricity is surging. The pressure is rising. The hatred reaches a boiling point as Drek and Zack, face-to-face, continue to silently challenge one another But finally, Zack is the first to move. Expressionless, he brushes past Drek, colliding his shoulder against the Heavyweight Champion’s chest. Zack then continues to walk down the hall, not looking at his enemy behind him. Meanwhile, Drek Stone looks down at the gold perched around his shoulder. His rage over the Triple Cage match has now calmed down – for the time being, anyway. Because something new is now on his mind.

Well, I'm up for letting some of the winners of the Survivor Series style matches at November Reign advance into the title match. Maybe have four wrestlers do it that way...and have the other four wrestlers just placed into the match itself. I'm going to come up with a set roster for the match sometime soon. I wanted to keep the lineup at eight and, looking at the people who have volunteered their guys, I have more than that. So let me get back to you all soon.

Are they selling Bully at Toys R Us? I wanted to cash in on that Buy 2, Get 1 Free deal but I don't see the game advertised on the website.