Toxxic

Guys, if I wrote Toxx as a real, honest-to-God Midlandser, you wouldn't have a fucking CLUE as to what he was saying. But neither would I, which is why i stick to writing him how I speak. Well, how I speak when I'm pissed off anyway.

Dace, it doesn't matter what they write, because we're going to win (not that I'm setting myself up for a fall, or anything). And WC, Toxxic doesn't have an accent as such, just speech mannerisms. Calls people 'sunshine' if he's pissed off, uses curse words like 'bollocks' and 'bloody hell', and double negatives. Speaking of which I was going to ask you if we could do a quick backstage interaction where Toxxic bumps into WC while he's being interviewed by Ben Hardy. I'll knock something up and send it to you, see what you think.

The thing about Sean O'Haire when we was on never-ending Velocity duty was that not only had his timing MUCH improved to the point where he was wrestling decent matches, but despite being a heel he was getting a positive reaction from the crowd, which says something when you're a heel squashing face jobbers. Had some good charisma going. I don't understand it. Big guy, great look, acceptable wrestling ability, excellent promo, could even fly to a pretty good degree... and they let him go. You'd think they'd be creaming themselves. I mean, wouldn't a fully pushed face Lesnar vs heel O'Haire be the WWE's dream match or something?

You're not the only ones in training. I've had Sean Davis bashing shit out of third-graders since Christmas. Nice promo Johnny. But why did Ben Hardy edit Wildchild's accent?

Ebony begs to differ. Then again she's not really 'on the roster' so to speak. ;P Ebony isn't a valet. She's a psychotic lesbian ferreasel. The two are easily confused though.

Jet is still the coolest valet around. Cos she's INSANE~! Nice work Sarah, I'm intrigued to see where this goes.

SWF News and Notes from the Wrestling Panda newsletter, 12/29/04 The SWF’s 2004 has now closed out and a new World Champion is installed. Only a few months ago the words ‘new World Champion’ would have sent a groan of despair around any gathering of wrestling fans, as 2004 saw more of those than was really good for business or the image of the title. However, Toxxic’s surprisingly strong presence from Genesis V onwards means that not only does the big gold belt have a bit more respectability now, but a new champion is also something of a big deal again. What makes this even more notable is the fact that the new champion in question is Landon Maddix, who has skyrocketed in popularity since the summer when he was still very definitely a midcarder. With two young stars at the top right now it seems that the SWF may have uncovered a veritable goldmine in Maddix and Toxxic, a suspicion borne out by the excellent figures from Slay Ride which were approaching Genesis V in terms of buyrate with only half that landmark PPV’s publicity. The strong heel champion combined with a sympathetic and interesting babyface challenger in the hunt for the title apparently convinced many people that this was the PPV to buy for, a surprising trend given the normal nature of the Christmas show. The question now will be whether the SWF will push for an immediate rematch between the two to maximise their profits over a short-term or go for a longer burn on the whole issue; the forthcoming Rev-0 vs. Martial Law programme would indicate the latter, but it is difficult to see how the intense nature of Toxxic’s character could be maintained without the former. Arguments are already starting amongst observers over the relative drawing power of Toxxic and Maddix and who was responsible for the Slay Ride buyrates; the figures would suggest that both men together were, since Maddix vs. Sacred did big numbers on free TV, as have Toxxic’s other title defences, even against such an unlikely opponent as Carnage. It seems that people want to see Maddix win but also want to see Toxxic lose no matter the opponent, a combination that could spell great things for the SWF’s bank balance. The rumours appear to be true - Mak Francis is returning. As with all things in wrestling you should never believe it totally until you see it onscreen, but sources have confirmed that The Franchise has signed a contract and passed a medical. With the current dearth of established uppercard talent Francis could easily slot into a high midcard or main-event role, much like his rumoured opponent in his first feud, Sacred. Mike Van Siclen, far from having left the SWF, is now apparently one of the company’s head writers. The acclaimed Cold Front Classic, a less invasive replacement of the Genesis Title Tournament, is reputed to be his brainchild and his influence backstage can be clearly seen with the decision that the first ever winner would go on to win the World Title. Fellow SWF veteran Tom Flesher is studying for his law degree, but is apparently acting as an ‘on-call’ consultant for SWF Creative. Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley are retiring as the SWF announce crew after well over year in their respective roles. While the comedy double-play between the duo was definitely entertaining SWF management appears to have decided that the cartoonish nature of their commentary had gone far enough. Their replacements have been confirmed as Longdogger Pete doing play-by-play with Suicide King on color, a role that should suit the Gambling Man down to the ground. Sources close to Terrence Bailey say that now the big man no longer has to portray mental illness onscreen his own mental health is dramatically improved, although the likelihood of him making a return to such a high-pressure environment as the SWF is doubtful. Bailey certainly seems content living in his homeland of Australia, and is reputed to have started on his autobiography which is tentatively entitled ‘To Hell Machine And Back’. Speaking of autobiographies, Tom Flesher’s self-written account of his childhood, adolescence and his amazing SWF career simply called ‘Superior’ is going on sale on 10th January. Early reviews report that while he occasionally slips into his ‘Superior One’ character (especially when discussing Danny Williams) the book as whole is extremely informative and readable.

Nor was half the fed, Johnny. If the SWF was a real company then the 'big' news would be that they finally had a champion they'd trusted the belt to, and the major advancement of Maddix. Your comeback is of rather less note than WCs since you weren't gone for so long, but I probably should have mentioned him. And WC - I don't see how being on PPV can really be a reason for losing. I mean, do you have a problem with holding together a match that's over 6k? It'd be kinda bizarre if you did. But no, I'm not planning on waiting til then to defend against you, it'll be whenever CC decides to book it. And we'll still beat you, sunshine

It says 'programme', WC. As in, two stables squaring off against each other. As in, an angle of sorts. As in, something unrelated to titles. Also as in, you're getting these tag belts over my fucking BODY, I beat you two once writing on my own, let's see what you can do now I've got a damn PARTNER. DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS-waitforit-MISSED!

Granted, and he did a good job of it. But for all the commentator work, he wouldn't have been able to get over exactly why this was happening without the King promo damning Grand Slam to a return to the active roster.

I'd disagree there. Without King's promo on the fact that you were being forced to compete against your will, without the Stevens/Landon meeting backstage, and without your declaration of the final Hell In A Cell the angle wouldn't have been anywhere near as good as it was, or indeed as clear. Some of those things you just couldn't get over in matches. Besides, you guys already had a MASSIVE backstory to work with. Developing things more or less from scratch requires a slightly (and I do mean slightly) less match-orientated perspective, I think.

A little explanation - the 'last few months' thing negates Maddix/Clark. I was treating Landon's face turn as part of the 'bigger whole' of King/Stevens, so that covers Maddix/Card too. As for Rev-0... what DID we do, anglewise? We had a series of matches with various people but not much in the way of storyline development. i recruited Spike, we both recruited Davis and then Toxxic invited Sacred in without telling anyone. We had several matches against the Urban Empire, but the only 'angle' as such was the stealing of Masked Man's briefcase. There was very little in what we did that couldn't be explained by just reading the matches - this group are trying to take over, and THAT group are always against them. There weren't many promos that actively furthered something (although not every promo has to). I mean, you couldn't really get a grip on what was going on with Edwin/Raynor or Edwin/Silent without reading promos.

I gleefully await the arrival of Sammo Hung to kick all our arses. Oh, and you bet that's going in Toxxic's first promo of the New Year. I've got a whole two weeks to think up nifty soundbites to tear you guys new holes with. But on a promo note - may I just say that I actually like the portrayal of Clark as an over-enthusiastic idiot who doesn't know when to shut up? In a sort of very annoying 'like' type way.

(Set in the bowels of the Xcel Center days before 'Burnout' and just after the PPV has ended) === "Bollocks..." Hunched over in a chair, towel draped over his face, Toxxic sits, briefly replaying the match in his mind. Facts come back hazy and blurred. Moves and sequences jumbled together; still indesernable. He can't analyze a match that he can't remember, action by action. If he doesn't just relax he's going to drive himself nutters in the process. He'll have to look over the tape at some point during the week. Suddenly, some guy strolls into the room. He gives a last glance to the Revolution Zero name plate on the door, before looking around as if he's searching for something. Or someone. "Who the bloody hell are you?" the straight-edge sensation asks, with a hint of, well, edge to his voice. Clearly, this bloke didn't get the memo. After his stablemates dropped him off, Toxxic made it known in no uncertain terms that he needed a few to collect himself. "Me?" responds the guy, pointing to himself in a self-assured manner. "Nobody important. Just a fan." the one true Hot commodity looks him over out of the corner of his eye. Oddly, there's this niggling feeling that he should know the guy. Apparently not finding what he was looking for, the intruder attempts to shoot the breeze. "I was watching the matches from the skybox with Applewhite, though. Wouldn't shut up about the new generation. He thinks you're a marketing goldmine." Toxxic acknowledges this with an insincere nod of the head. Blue dress shirt, a loose silver tie. Oakly shades. Clearly American. So clearly self-important. But clearly, just another suit talking about money. "I'd tend to agree. I am the hot commodity around this joint. The franchise to build this company around!" The suit looks mildly amused by that statement, which is odd. Toxxic isnt saying anything King hasn't already said to Landon Maddix. "And if there's one thing I'm not, it's a quitter. I'm the fastest rising star in fed history. I'll be three time champ too, and even better than the rest! Maddix can run--he can try to hide. But I'll burn him out if he burrows too deep! Hell, there are a lot of people out there that don't even have the drive to win one World title, let alone do what I'm going to do!" The American bristles slightly, clearly a little put out, and then just nods his head in agreement. "So, anything you think you could have done differently? I saw a few things that I might have changed--like, not tapping out. That'd be one of them." Is this wanker serious! "Are you serious?". Toxxic proclaims, experiencing something akin to his own shock syndrome. He pauses for a second, incredulous to the sheer gall of this American. "Sunshine, you must not be quite right in the head." It's comes out more as a statement than a question. He could kick this guys arse all over the lockerroom, but he doesn't. Toxx reminds himself he isn't the type to just jump a random twat. He's also not the type of guy to go into a fight without all the facts. That's definitely not his style. Plus, there's something about this fellow that's hovering on the tip of his brain. Until he figures it out, it's best to bait this character along and bide his time. Let him talk. "Don't take me serious. I was just kidding--mate." Toxxic didn't even realize he was standing until now, after the guy motions for him to simmer down. "Honestly, I've been watching your matches recently. You're good--no great, no doubt about that. You wouldn't be... ahem, the fastest rising star in fed history, if you weren't." He pauses, a smile threatening to form on his lips. "But that was a little different from your normal game plan out there. Fast as hell, yeah. High impact, yes. Slow and methodical--nah." What's he getting at, Toxxic wonders. "No, you're not quite the ground and pound type. Or one that makes rookie mistakes. But you did. Not pinning Maddix and asking the ref for a KO? Seemed like you were more cocky than confident out there. That works for some people, but--" Time to regain control of this chat. "You're mighty chatty for a fan, know that?" mentions Toxx semi-cautiously, looking the businessman up and down. Probing his visitor for some kind of tell. Something isn't quite right about this conversation. "You gotta' point?" The guy considers the statement for a minute. "I'm just saying, you're a fighter not a wrestler. But first, you kinda got drug into a wrestling match, kicking and screaming." He chuckles. "Then Maddix out fought you in the end? It's cool if you weren't up for the match. Hell, even the best of us gets a little complacent. Next generation or not. Well, not me, but I'm special. Still though, you kinda lost to your own move basically. That sucks." Okay. This guy must be a stark raving lunatic to talk to him like this and about this now. And he's smirking. This is one cocky sonnuva' bitch. He could have been a wrestler to break down his match like that. That or an internet mark a little too big for his britches. Toxx needs something that'll get him to reveal who he is. Something that could push a button... "Mate, you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not the guy to be discussing this with right now. You think you can do better--get your arse in a ring and back up all that chatter with a World title or two!" Ooh. That hit a sore note. Clearly a wrestler that hasn't won a World title. He saw that tell earlier in the convo. Toxxic presses the issue. "Now, I've tried to be civil, but I'm not one to take shit from anybody--let alone some random prick." Toxx flashes a crooked grin, sure to get a response. "A right arrogant prick too, if you don't mind me saying. Not that I care if you do, mind you. Being American, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but I'm at the end of my bloody tether." Hearing two distinctly different voice from down the hall, Jet wonders just what the hell is going on. Toxxic isn't really well liked backstage, so it's doubtful anyone would come for a visit. Spike either doesn't hear or doesn't care, as he continues strolling towards the lockerroom. He's blissfully unaware, talking about beat Kaine and staying the longest reigning Cruiserweight champ... "Now, Mr. Nobody. I'm gonna come right out an ask. Who--" Spike pushes the door open, interrupting the final question of the conversation. Toxx and his guest catch the movement out of the corner of their eye. Jenkins stops mid-word and then Hollywood's eyes go wide. "Fuck me..." Toxxic hears Spike mumble out. The intruder pushes his shades down his nose and speaks, quickly covering up the quiet. His brown eyes lock with Toxxic's grey ones. "I like your style. Shame I don't really like you. At all." The rest of the Revolution pile to a stop behind Spike, standing impatiently. Toxxic doesn't acknowledge them just yet. He's not backing down from this confrontation. "Or your merry little band of men in tights." Hearing this Sean Davis powers around Jenkins looking at the black guy in formal wear standing with Toxxic. Toxx notices his new friend hasn't taken his eyes off the straight-edger even after they've all entered the room. "Especially your merry little men. One in particular." Clearly he knows they're there though. "But enough about that. You think you're hot shit--clearly, you're not as hot a commodity as you thought! But hey, you proved them all wrong. Right? You got your respect. Right?" "Wrong. You don't have everybody’s respect." Toxxic guffaws at that one, but his new acquaintince is dead serious. "Hey Toxx, everyone taps out eventually. I know. Boy, do I know! But if you're going to be the person they build this company around. When they say you won't do it--when they say you can't come back..." Toxxic finally takes his eyes off the guy. Spike Jenkins stands still eyeing up the guest with caution. The straight-edger knows something is up now. Spike looked like he'd seen a ghost earlier. Clearly his suspicions that he's a former SWF wrestler are dead on. Davis and Washington have no clue. Jet looks like she can't quite place who this is either. A quick look to Andrew Blackwell reveals nothing, since he just raises an eyebrow. After a careful look, though, he picks up a barely audible comment. Odd. Sacred is always cool under pressure, this being no exception, but "well, this is a surprise" wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear... "You've got to prove them all wrong, again." Toxx prides himself on knowing his opponent. Research. He's always prepared, since he's continuously got somebody to prove wrong. He didn't underestimate Landon Maddix tonight. For one brief moment, the unthinkable happened again. He got proven wrong. But just like when he lost to Johnny, it was never a question of if he'd get the belt back, but when. He will prove them all wrong again. It's been right there on his tongue who this guy is, but damned if he couldn't remember. The guy is cocky. He could see it in the way he walks. In the way he talks. The way he went from amused to angry after what Toxxic said earlier. The respect thing should have been an easy tell. He'd seen him rant and rant about it on the telly, numerous times. But it finally hits him--finally hits him, when he spies the look he's giving Sacred. "Spike." Toxxic watches Jenkins numbly nod his head. There's history between them and Toxx knows it. But its been at least a year since they've seen each other. Probably more. "Sacred." adds the visitor, glaring at Blackwell. He turns away, now flipping his ice blue Oakly's across his eyes and walks for the door. "I'll be seeing you. Soon." The growl of soon can't be missed by anyone in the room and as he leaves, he can be heard saying over his shoulder... "next generation my ass." "I will... look forward to it." regards Sacred, still showing surprise in his own way. Toxxic remembers him now. The 'self-proclaimed' Franchise. "Mak." "Who's Mac?" Davis asks Sacred, looking at his three stablemates that seem to know this guy, quizzically. Toxxic ignores him though and flashes a half-grin at the retreating figure of the quote, unquote, franchise. Apparently, Mak Francis wants to prove them all wrong, too. Still though, that doesn't mean he won't get proven wrong himself…

Biased for: Y2J - he is exceptionally funny, very talented, completely unselfish and unafraid to look like a fool for the benefit of the company (or indeed anyone else, really). If he was Champion again I can't imagine how the WWE would not make at least a little bit more money. Regal - he's British, he's fucking awesome. What more needs saying? TAKA Michiniku and Funaki - they were the best tag team ever. EVER. So what if all I ever saw of them was the Japanese B-movie gimmick on Heat? So what if they only ever won one match? THEY WERE FUCKING COOL! Plus of course, both are very good workers if allowed to do so. Spanky & Paul London - both men are/were small workers (in WWE land) who manage to make it work convincingly without the flippy-floppy looks-false-and-like-it-doesn't-hurt Mysterio bollocks. RVD - he's cool. Lazy, but cool. Raven - God. Jeff Hardy - he's fucked up. He's on drugs. He's sloppy, malco-ordinated, potentially dangerous to work with and certainly not the most reliable of workers. BUT... I still think he's great. Dunno why. Maybe because he was the only 'gothy' looking wrestler when I started watching, maybe because in 2000 he was absolutely fucking insane. He sucks, but I dig. Dupree - sort of. His matches suck, but the French Tickler is great. I swear that thing got a bigger pop than anything else at Summerslam, and that was a Heat match. Batista - I know he's not that good in the ring, but he does what he does well and just has 'the look'. A lot of people are meant to have that look, but the look does not consist of just having muscles. Dave just looks supercool, not to mention very dangerous. Stevie Richards - I honestly have no idea, but he rocks. Jay Briscoe - for no other reason than his finisher is cool, and evolved into the Demonstar Driver. None of you will know what that is, but to find out visit the Smartmarks Forums. Biased against: JBL - just fucking die. With incredible violence. And get the fuck off my TV. Holly - ditto the above, but quicker Kenzo Suzuki - absolute trash. HBK - shove your cross up your no-selling arse and fuck off. You were entertaining when I was younger, but these days you make your living off bleeding too much and too frequently, talking in a very stupid voice, being annoyingly and too-blatantly Christian and no-selling all back work done on you. Jericho should have retired you at WM19 Heidenreich - GO AWAY BEFORE YOU INJURE SOMEONE ELSE The Dudleyz - so stale they've gone mouldy. Xtian - he tries hard, bless him, but he just can't do anything particularly interesting Jim Ross and Lawler - Gag them. Mute them. Replace them with Grisham and Coach, or prefereably Tazz and Cole. These two are walking, talking arguments for euthanasia.

*cues up Bowie's 'I'm Afraid Of Americans'* I'll see your entrance music and raise you.

Sorry, maybe I didn't make my point clear. I wasn't trying to blow my own trumpet, I was trying to make it clear that it's always better to write SOMETHING because that at least gives you a chance to win. I could have won all those matches by writing 'Toxxic wins', which wouldn't have taken much creative input. If we can get no-showers to do that when they normally would have not submitted anything we can at least avoid DNSs.

Maddix is a little arse-kisser, so he'd drop the 'u' as well. Dace and Zed will be with me though.

So we won't mention those of us who decide to return, agree an angle which involves quite a bit of build-up and writing and is planned to end in a match for the World Title at a PPV, then disappear without trace and neglect to communicate with anyone? Twice? Just saying Kibs, those in glass houses etc etc... *gets slapped by Tom* I know, I know. OK - with regard to Mike's comments: As for the participation element may I just put this in here. Ahem. I HAVE MADE A CAREER OUT OF BEATING NO-SHOWS First ICTV win over a no-show. Beat Danny Williams and Flesher in singles matches by no-show. Won the World Title the second time via no-show. Those are all BIG things, especially for someone as new as I was at the time I did them. And although i pumped out matches right on the word limit for all of them, I could have had the same result by cut-and-pasting entrances and writing a one-move squash. Or a fucking haiku, come to that. I remember early this year when Dace and Johnny in particular would write VERY brief squash matches... but they were at least squash MATCHES. Johnny won with the MI Slam - no other moves - against Eddy J. Dace went through Annie and IL with probably about 3k words over the two matches, if that. But they won, and they made sure there wasn't a gaping hole for Zed to fill with Ebony (DON'T imagine it... too late). Angles - I look back over the last few months, and what do i see? Not a whole bleeding lot, if I'm honest. The aborted Birdman angle would have been good if it had been hurried along a bit, but for some reason Mike chose me to retire him and I'm not one to pass down an opportuity to build up my rep a bit more. Then there was the whole King/Stevens payoff, which looked good and was well-written plus created a new main-eventer out of Landon (bastards), and after that... not a lot. I had a programme with Silent lined up, but that obviously fell through. Annie disappeared as Annie is wont to do shortly before the payoff of our little encounter, which ensured yet another no-show win for me and a complete no-no on that continuing. All there really was was the whole 'Ghost' malarky, and that was strictly a midcard angle. Everyone seems content to just turn up and write for their matches (and sometimes not that), and since we have a bunch of OATTOASTers here who's entire other fed is BUILT on angles, that seems a little odd. Then again all three of the ones I know of are now in a stable together, so maybe they're all using their energy on Martial Law. After that, it's basically Mike telling us how it will be. Big props to everyone who's been with us, I will shed a tear for Comet and Riley because they were easy to write and I have little-to-no idea how to write King and LDP, and I will look forward to the New Year with the firm aim of getting my hands back on the title currently around Landon's waist.

I love it. That DVD would be so great to 'see'. This reminds me, I must do another 'internet rumours' newsletter.

Credit Mak, he wrote it. And is the only other person in the fed who can write Toxxic, or so it seems. Which is odd, considering.

Munich leading a stable... interesting. Thanks for the promo though; if nothing else, it will give me an idea on how LDP speaks.

How dare you, Dace. Wrestling IS realistic! *Hurricanranas Dace* See!

I'm not sure if Toxxic can ever really turn face. But no, he wouldn't turn face for the purposes of kicking your arse. He'd just kick it and tell the fans to go fuck themselves while he did it.

Yeah but Kibs, it's not like you hardly ever TALK in chat anyway, so what's your big problem?