Toxxic

If Flesher or someone suitable wants to put this up on Xnet, that'd be grand. For one thing, I think the link to Maddix's World Title DVD will tell anyone interested all there is to know about us.

Raynor in a thong! Edwin: 'Careful how you swing your "club", caveman!' Raynor: 'CHRIS SMASH!' Oh God... Carnie porn.

I think the main thing that bugs me about King's final promo was that about two months later he was hired as heel commentator. Makes no sense to me, but hey, I'm not in charge of talent relations.

Would that count as an Easter egg? 'The Side of the Carnival You Never Saw!!!'

Seriously WC, do it. You remember that argument we had about the CW title match? You were all set up for feuding with Spike and you hadn't even talked to him about it. People aren't psychic, remember, and it makes everyone MUCH happier if we all know exactly what's going on.

TOTAL ELIMINATION MATCH SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Toxxic (SWF World Heavyweight Champion) v. Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix ~Me, because Landon can't send PMs over 10k to save his life, and Tom is LAYING THE LAW DOWN~! HARDCORE MATCH SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez (SWF Hardcore Champion) v. the Insane Luchador ~I'm with IL. Cortez is a hardcore God. "FUCK REVOLUTION ZERO" GRUDGE MATCH "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins v. Sean Davis ~Sarah's connection seems to be clinically dead, so Spike takes this. DOUBLE THE TITLES, DOUBLE THE (CAGED) PLEASURE SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS SWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Wildchild and ??? v. Jay Hawke and Scott Pretzler (SWF Cruiserweight Champion) ~How can we guess if we don't know the partner? But unless it's Ejiro or someone equally good WC could be in trouble. Given his known weakness at writing matches over 6k I think the Cocky Heels could pull this one out. SWF UNITED STATES-JUNIOR LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix (SWF USJL Champion) v. Austin Sly ~I think Sly is almost certain to get this. Unless he no-shows.

Bring back the ELK, I say.

Well Spike, I'm assuming there's a reason why my DNS-avoidance-only match made Smarkdown and your full-length match that we talked about and discussed didn't. *looks forward to beating Landon this time due to his inability to PM properly*

Dig up Kibs' history of Silent/Edwin. That's a damn DVD right there.

Even more worrying, I'm using it in the same way. If I call someone 'sunshine' it's a fairly good sign I'm about to haul off and punch them. And lol @ Supes. You go, man.

Bloody hell... wanker. Most worryingly, since writing Toxxic I have now started calling people 'sunshine'. I never did before.

Methinks the Chokeslam would get him sued in school. Although Bischoff would make an AWESOME headteacher (Principal to you lot).

Holly was using the Full Nelson during his 'I'll break your neck!' run, and it was sold like death then. all we need now is for Richards to be reported as injured from his match with Masters, and you can have the thing made. Oh wait, he is. Just not in the right way. Stupid Stevie Richards, can't even get potatoed properly.

Well, my g/f likes both Jeff Hardy and Sean O'Haire... but O'Haire was very much an exception. And I guess if you were going to make an exception, there's no way it'd be Snitsky. It's still bizarre to think that Kane is qualified to be an English teacher. If he retires and goes back into it, who the fuck is going to misbehave in THAT class?

I take it a link to the stats thread won't be good enough for them? Oh, and I'm planning on doing my News and Notes tonight - any idea where I should post it on Xnet?

Two questions. 1) Have we been accepted by Xnet yet? 2) Doesn't Johnny need to complete the site before we can be accepted by Xnet?

The issue is not long title runs - that's a good thing. The issue is the manner in which it is booked. JBL has been booked poorly because as the original post stated, it just doesn't work anymore. Maybe it could work if it was sparingly done, but virtually any heel champion is cowardly. Add to the fact that JBL was pushed from being dead-in-the-water hoss midcarder to World Champion far too quickly and you have a bad scenario. He's a champion who shouldn't have got there as quick as he did (and I mean from his midcard days, not his time in the company), who didn't seem credible to win it and has done virtually nothing since to make himself SEEM credible. When he loses it's going to be like a sigh of relief - 'thank God that's over, now don't come back'.

'The SWF - recycling our storylines since we ran out of ideas'

Time: A few hours after Lockdown Place: A hotel room in Raleigh, NC “Hello Todd.” The face in the screen is a little too close and a little too blurred at first, but it quickly resolves into the familiar features of the Straight-Edge Sensation, Toxxic. The Brit moves back from the camera to reveal not only the eyeliner and spiky black hair, but also the golden glint of the SWF World Heavyweight Championship slung over his right shoulder as he sits in a chair. “If I know anything about a wrestler, then you’re thinking about Lockdown,” Toxxic begins. “You’re thinking about how close you came to winning that ICTV Championship, the second-highest honour this company owns. After a couple of months with the Hardcore Gamers’ Title - and a very impressive couple of months as well, I might add - you might have felt that you were ready for something more. You might have felt that you were ready to step up a level. Todd, don’t get me wrong; I’ve held that belt that you have right now, and I know the dedication it takes to defend it... but all the same, you wouldn’t have put in the performance that you did if you hadn’t wanted the bigger prize. Of course,” Toxxic adds, the right side of his face creasing up in his trademark lopsided grin, “when I was Hardcore champion it didn’t take me long to add the ICTV belt as well - but then you’re not me, are you Todd?” The straight-edger casually removes the World Title from his shoulder and rests it in his lap, the black nail varnish on his hands contrasting with the sheen of the precious metal. It’s been just over a week since Toxxic won this belt for the third time, and he still doesn’t seem to want to let it out of his sight. “If you were me,” Toxxic starts again, “you might have already had second thoughts about taking your lead from Landon Maddix. Do you remember our conversation that night at the Panarchy Frat House? In a squalid, smoky, beer-soaked building - and you must have hated that as much as me, fellow straight-edger as you are - you beat off Mak Francis to retain your title, and I beat Sacred to win mine. But I also told you that sooner or later Landon would stab you in the back, and that I would laugh; on Lockdown, Todd, I was laughing.” The Straight-Edge Sensation pauses for a moment to reach down beside his chair; his hand comes back up clutching a can of Frost brand cola, which he takes a couple of gulps from and then sets down again. Toxxic is in no hurry; he wants to get his point over in exactly the way he intends to. “Landon Maddix doesn’t care about Martial Law. Landon Maddix doesn’t care about bringing me down, unless that also involves taking my title. Let’s look at your match,” the Brit says, waving one hand vaguely, “the guy had nutshot you within the first couple of minutes. He had his feet on the ropes to beat you, and you’re his friend. You accepted that, because you know who Landon is, but Landon couldn’t have known that you’d be that accommodating. He was risking the equilibrium of Martial Law, and for what? A title that would have stayed with Martial Law no matter who won. A title that he doesn’t need, because in a week’s time he’s challenging for my belt. Landon should have kept it nice, kept it friendly, not worn himself out and if that involved losing the belt… he should have lost it. Landon needs to focus on me, not being ICTV Champion until he retires. And just think,” Toxxic continues, “what holding that belt would have done for you. Todd Cortez, double champion, one of those belts being the ICTV Title - that belt is your passport to the main event, my friend. A month or two with that and you could convince Creative Control that you deserve a shot at the World Championship. That would make two Martial Law members to take this away from me, not one. Landon just killed your chance of doubling the odds in your favour.” Another few gulps from the can, until it’s totally drained. With a satisfied sigh, Toxxic crushes it in his fist and throws it towards the screen - it flies past the camera lens and a muffled *clang* is heard, presumably it hitting a bin. “Todd, you know what I’m trying to do,” Toxxic says. “As I told you in Hanover, I’m trying to turn you against Maddix to make my life easier. See, I’m honest - that’s more than he is. But the other thing is that, like I said at Panarchy, just because I’m trying to turn you against him doesn’t mean that what I’m saying isn’t true.” The lopsided grin returns, with a slightly more sinister edge this time. “Watch the match again. Look at how Megan reacts. She knows that what Landon’s doing isn’t the best thing for Martial Law, and you can see it. Sooner or later you’ll see it for yourself, but here’s the crucial point; it’s in both mine and your best interests if you see it sooner, rather than later.” “One last thing,” Toxxic says, the smile disappearing again and his steel-grey eyes boring into the screen. “Take a look at Landon. He a kid who’s just turned 21; happy, bouncy except for the occasional hissy fit over Clark or maybe Chris Card. He’s our age, more or less, but he’s a hell of a lot more immature. He still treats this as a game - which is great in a way, but you have to know that you’re going to need to be playing seriously to take me down. Landon’s beaten me before, but guess what; I’m back on top, and he’s chasing me again. He’s going to have to do more than beat me to get rid of me, and I’m not sure if he can… but a man who took Dace Night to hell in a Cage match, and a man who put Spike through a table with the Riot Act Plus, and a man who walked broken glass over Mak Francis’ face… that man could have a shot. You strike me as a bad enemy Todd, but at the moment you’re always one step back in the queue.” The Straight-Edge Sensation places the title belt back over his shoulder and leaves his chair, coming forwards until his face fills the whole screen. “Look at the kid, Todd. Think he can do it? We’ll see at From The Fire.” Toxxic’s hand briefly appears and then disappears again, and the screen goes blank. ****************************************** After he turns the camcorder off Toxxic sits down at the laptop that’s hooked up to it on the bed of his hotel room, puts a blank DVD in the drive and clicks ‘burn’. A couple of minutes later the shiny disc re-emerges and he places it into an unmarked hard case, which then receives the words ‘PLAY ME’ written on it in permanent marker. The case is dropped into a padded envelope and the words ‘FAO Todd Cortez, c/o SWF Head Office’ followed by the address of his employer is written on in the Straight-Edge Sensation’s handwriting, markedly scruffy for someone who - when calm, at least - is so well-spoken. Toxxic sticks down the flap of the envelope and places it on his bedside table for mailing tomorrow… then stops as a memory resurfaces. ‘Your time in the Federation is done. You don’t belong here anymore. And I will not tolerate your presence, getting in my way when I have my own business to attend to.’ Toxxic remembers speaking those words into this same camcorder, although only vaguely. It was the night he had lost the ICTV Title to Janus for the second time; he was suffering from sleep deprivation, blood loss - having been thrown through the plate glass doors of the General Motors Place in Vancouver by the then-World Champion, Nathaniel Kibagami - and the after-effects of an ADF II from a ladder. That recording went to Kibagami’s home in Phoenix. Toxxic hadn’t thought about it since; he doesn’t even remember half of what he said, and his meetings with the River Dragon from then on hadn’t been ones for idle discussion. But he remembers what happened not too long after; the match that retired Nathaniel Kibagami from active competition, apparently for good. And he remembers what happened after that match at 13th Hour, because the following SWF Storm was the show on which Spike Jenkins, fresh off a Cage match loss for the Cruiserweight Title, had decided to try and shut the mouth of the Straight-Edge Sensation. Commissioner Zenon had barred them from wrestling, beat-up as they were, until Lockdown… and on Lockdown, Toxxic had beaten Spike Jenkins and the first seeds for the birth of Revolution Zero had been planted. Now the leader of Revolution Zero is about to face his first ever follower again; Toxxic knows how mad Spike is going to be, and he has just remembered what that same anger allowed him to do. *beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep* *rrrring-rrrring* *click* ‘Card.’ “Chris, it’s Toxx,” the World Champion says, lying back on his bed. ‘Eh oop mate, how’s it going?’ “Yeah, alright,” Toxxic answers. “Look - I think I’d better work a bit more on blocking the Dragon Clutch, since Spike and Landon both use it.” ‘No problem chief, I know a good gym in the area, we can do it there. Anything else you want to cover?’ “Yeah,” Toxxic says, thinking about the velocity of Spike Jenkin’s foot as it whistled past Mak Francis’ head. “Better get a bit of practice on dodging kicks, too…”

I'm aware that Silent worked on Raynor until he turned on MacPhisto, although I'm not sure of the exact details. The thing that I may eventually play up is that (as seen in my promo 'Reflections' from before my first World Title win) Toxxic realises that he's mirroring what Kibagami has done, and due to his intense hatred of the man is determined not to be like him. It seems he's failing...

The description of London sounds vaguely like Jimmy Jacobs. HUSS~!

Such a gimmick needs two things to really make it work: Masters needs to wrestle in either a thong or a very tiny speedo, and Masters needs to learn how to do that odd little pelvic thrust dance that Alex Wright used to do back in the day in WCW. I swear to God, if he did the dance, the heat would be unbelievable. Thermonuclear reactors would give off less heat. if ANYBODY did that dance, the roof would explode. I can only imagine the reprecussions of Gene Snitsky, William Regal, Eugene, or Triple H doing it. It would have to be Regal. But then everything should be Regal, up to and including the Reunited Undisputed Champion. Dammit.

Well you know, it just makes sense to me. I mean, who would REALLY believe that Toxxic would ever have Todd's best interests at heart? But if I can find an angle that can be seen as true from one viewpoint at least and be honest about it, it works.

Question. When and will we finally see Daviari make his wrestling debut in the WWE instead of being a quasi-Jimmy Hart 2005, who just screams random comments outside the ring. I loved it on Raw vs Jericho. He screams in Persian (isn't that what he's actually speaking, rather than Arabic?) all the match except during a chinlock where he's clearly yelling "HOLD ON TO HIM! HOLD ON TO HIM!" Jericho gets up and runs the ropes... and he starts screaming in Persian again. Brilliant.

For the record, minor stats update.