Toxxic

Then I hope they were better for you than the show i saw in Felixstowe. MAN did that suck. My mate who had been in two matches prior put on a better performance than either of them, and that's not just bias. Then again, Jody Fleisch was there

Like... showing? *ducks and runs* Sorry Spike. Stable solidarity and everything, but that was too good an opportunity to miss...

In the interest of starting an argument - WC and Landon both suck big fat hairy donkey ass. Yeah, you head me right. I said DONKEY ASS! *does his thing as World Champ to get a vibe of positivity going through the fed*

Jet would still kick all your asses. ...actually, maybe i should get her stats up...

You know, I hadn't at all anticipated that the return of Kibagami would have this much impact on anyone else in the fed. Intriguing...

Expect Jet to come down and kick all of your arses.

Don't forget to post your stats. I mean, it's not like Drazon has ever faced you before or anything.

SPECIAL EXCITING TWO-PEOPLE-WHO-SHOULD-BE-BOOKED-IN-THE-MAIN-EVENT SHOW OPENER!!! “The Icon” Max King vs. Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix ~The Baldwins SPECIAL CELEBRITY HANDICAP MATCH OF DOOM!!! rKade and Kaine vs. Alec Baldwin, Daniel Baldwin, Stephen Baldwin, and Billy Baldwin ~Probably the Baldwins again. incidentally, did anyone ever tell rKade this is a match-writing fed? GO SINGLES MATCHES!!! Stryke vs. Manson ~The power of MANSONOSITY~ overwhelms poor Stryke SPECIAL SECOND-CHANCE HARDCORE GAMERS #1 CONTENDERSHIP TRIPLE THREAT!!! Danny Dagda vs. Evan Wolfe vs. Uncle Filthy ~LET ME HEAR YOU SAY 'UNCLE'! Although I've read some of what IL's written, and it's pretty good. But Uncle Filthy rules. HARDCORE GAMER’S TITLE MATCH!!! Sean Davis vs. Carnage ~Stable Pride says Davis. (Unstable Pride says Carnage) NON-TITLE BLOODBATH!!! Christian Fury vs. Ace Lezaire ~Muzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz SINGLES MATCH W/ TEAMMATE AT RING SIDE MATCH!!! “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins w/ Todd Cortez vs. Ryan Dustin w/ Austin Sly ~SPike. See how he crushes the no-shows. AND YOUR MAIN EVENT…. SPECIAL VETERAN’S BOILER ROOM BRAWL Annie Eclectic vs. Jamie Drazon ~Annie Eccentric.

I'm actually starting to mark out for in-character Carnage.

“Mike?” Toxxic starts for half a second, then relaxes. Christ, Michael Stephens thinks, I’m forgetting my own name. I’ve been so used to that name meaning Mike Van Siclen... Grinning slightly ruefully he turns back to his girlfriend who is, as is her habit, rewatching the last SWF show on the big plasma-screen TV that adorns the wall of Toxxic’s Sacremento living room. “You know, you watch more of that stuff than I do,” Toxxic tells her, “and everyone in the dressing room knows I’m a vid-head.” “Hey, you get to wrestle it,” Jet - Naomi - tells him. “I just get to watch it. Mind you,” she smiles up at him, “I’m learning from the best.” “You’re too kind,” Toxxic grins back. Jet shoves him playfully. “Wind your ego down, lover boy,” she tells the Brit, “I don’t just mean you.” She presses pause, and the frame freezes with Andrea Montgomery posing with the Holy Pin atop Toxxic’s chest. “Why do you do this?” The question comes from out of the blue, and completely surprises Toxxic. He looks at his girlfriend, ready to make a joking remark... but the look on Jet’s face is inquisitive but serious. His own face must have shown some of his bewilderment at the sudden question, so Jet decides to elaborate. “Spike does it because he loves wrestling and he likes the idea of being a champion,” she tells him. “Sean, as far as I can tell, does it because it’s a way to make big money, the SWF doesn’t bother as much about past offences as the NFL does and,” she smiles wryly, managing to keep all but the faintest hint of irony out of her voice, “there’s a long and glorious history of ex-football players becoming wrestlers.” “Bad wrestlers,” Toxxic points out. Jet shrugs. “So he breaks the mould. That’s still why he does it. I’m in training because quite frankly I can think of nothing more fun that several thousand men shouting my name in unison.” Another grin, showing that statement wasn’t entirely serious. “Plus that fact that from my experience it’s one of the most exciting and fun things you can ever do.” The grin fades slightly as she looks up at him again. “But you know, we’ve been together for what, five months now?” she points out, “and while I know that you’re very good at wrestling, and I know enough about what you do to steal some of your tricks for when I get called up, I still don’t know why you’re doing this. I mean, is it really what you throw around in the SWF? ‘Prepare to be proved wrong’?” Toxxic pauses to think for a minute. For anyone else he’d have fired off a quick answer, some snappy but weighted affirmative that would shut the questioner up and carry just enough menace to make sure they didn’t question further. But for his girlfriend, he wants to be honest. And yet, as he considers things from all sides, things that he hasn’t really addressed during his meteoric rise over the last eight months, he finds that the simple answer really is the correct one. “Yes,” he tells her simply. “It’s that.” “So what happens when you can’t do it anymore?” Jet asks him directly. “If Spike had to retire tomorrow he’d know that he was SWF Cruiserweight and Tag Champion, and at least had people reacting to him in his time here even if they didn’t love him. Sean’s been making the money with his titles, and if he keeps it up at this pace he’s got loads more success ahead. But... Mike, if everything you’re in this for is about you and continuing to prove everyone wrong now, then everything you’ve achieved in the past can’t mean anything.” “Maybe,” Toxxic says. “Maybe. But whether or not you’re right, I’m only 21. I’ve got a long time of being able to do this.” Jet just looks at him for a second. “Do you think that’s what keeps going through Kibagami’s mind?” she asks quietly. “Why he keeps coming back into his thirties, with God knows what injuries behind him? Because he can’t stand the thought of anyone being better than him now, despite all he’s achieved in the past?” Toxxic just stares at her. “Mike, you’re an arrogant, obnoxious, abrasive bastard but I know at least some of it is an act, and I’ve had a blast with you,” Jet tells him. “But I swear to you, if you ever turn into anything like Nathaniel Kibagami you won’t see me for dust.” “And what makes you think that might happen?” Toxxic asks softly. It takes a lot to shake the straight-edger, but his girlfriend has just managed it. “All the things I’ve just said,” Jet shrugs. “Besides, I’ve never seen you like you were against Andrea on Wednesday. The hair-pulling, the headbutts, the guardrail... you’re were pretty damn violent.” “I got a bit frustrated,” Toxxic says, slightly defensively. “It’s not like she was badly hurt afterwards or anything. Anyway,” he continues, “if the main reason you’re doing this is because it’s fun, then when will you stop?” “When it stops being fun,” Jet says, smiling again. “Just like with everything else.” “Well... OK,” Toxxic says, leaving the living room. “And here’s a promise - I will never turn into Kibagami.” Jet watches him go thoughtfully, then presses Play and watches Andrea Montgomery vault up off her boyfriend’s chest and hit a standing Shooting Star Press on the World Champion. “God, that’s so cool...” she whispers, settling further back into her seat.

He's pretty damn ugly without the mask, i know that much. And he was always on Velocity so he DID have TV appearances - just not on the big show. And that Asai DDT is so damn contrived it's fucking ridiculous.

Surely if he was being emo he'd be crying tears in sympathy? And TNT, I'm not calling you a moron - I'm saying that you and Thoth don't seem to pay much attention to what's going on in the fed. And yup, it sounds like you have a very good reason for that which I do sympathise with, I'm just saying that it still doesn't stop it being frustrating for the writers and this is why I generally put in my own booking request. It makes my life - and hopefully yours too - much easier.

Hey Jackie - did I mention that if you lose, Carnage takes your spot in Rev-0? I didn't. Oh well... now you know Please also note that if Spike loses, his place will be taken by a blueberry muffin. Edit to add: Besides, Carnage actually PM'd me and asked for comments on his match. And you know, one shouldn't put the wants of one's own stable ahead of the chance to give encouragement to new writers. Or some equally noble bullshit.

And another chapter of Toxic encouraging the n00bs. Since Carnage won, he gets the nod tonight. Right. The first thing I’d like to pick up on is continuity. First you say Wolfe has a chain, then later on it’s a chair. That may be a spelling error, but still, thought I’d point it out. Next is a style point. Dialogue is much easier to read if it has a one-line space between it and either the descriptive text, or the next speaker. Now we move onto some move continuity. The description of your moves is fine, but the reaction to them needs a bit of work. For example, Carnage clotheslines Dagda, then knife-edge chops him. Thing is, a clothesline is a move designed to floor someone, but Dagda has to be upright for the chops. So the description should either tell the reader that Carnage DOES floor Dagda, then picks him up and chops him, OR it should say that the blow staggers but does not knock Dagda down, which puts over how tough Dagda is. I would also question why Carnage would bother with either of those moves when he is still at that time in possession of a barbed-wire baseball bat. Another sequence I’m unsure about is when Wolfe backs Carnage into the corner with crowbar shots. He hits a missile dropkick to the knee (missile generally means off the top rope, I think), then Carnage falls to the mat. If he’s backed into the corner then he has to fall forward onto his face and will be more or less straight out from the corner. That is NOT a position to receive a moonsault, but Wolfe does one anyway. If Carnage is going to end up in position for it I think you need to describe how he gets there better. Try and visualise what’s going on in your head rather than just writing, it really helps in working out cool spots and who’s meant to be where and doing what. Third thing - Carnage pulls Uncle Filthy off Wolfe, then whips him to the ropes... but then grabs the rising Wolfe in a front facelock. What happened to Filthy? Did he not bounce off the ropes? Or was he actually sent to the turnbuckles? I like that bit particularly. Riley’s cheering the cocky young heel (as he should be) and there’s a bit of personality there. I also like the ‘Filthy One’ tag for Uncle Filthy. I only got the nickname ‘Straight-Edge Sensation’ because Tom Flesher used it when he beat me in a tag match shortly after my heel turn, and it’s become a vital part of my character. Last thing - you’ve got the commentator’s characters pretty much right, but I don’t think Comet would ‘spew’ a description, and I personally hate the word ‘snips’ to describe speaking. But that’s just a personal thing. So there you go. Overall you built a pretty convincing Fatal Four-way in a fairly low word limit. Nice one, it’s not easy.

“Sean?” Toxxic is in his kitchen in Sacremento. The last few months have been good to the World Champion in terms of paychecks, and he found this place on the market at a very reasonable price. It’s also handy for the local punk shows, assuming he can find a band that doesn’t sound like a Blink 182 knock-off. “Yeah, it’s Toxx,” the straight-edger continues. “Look, I know you took off early last night, but we need to talk.” “...” “OK,” Toxxic says, rummaging in the back of his fridge, “did you see the end of the show? Has anyone told you what happened?” “...” “No, I’m fine,” the World Champion assures Sean Davis, while wondering how long that will be true for, “but no-one told you what happened after I beat Andrea?” “...” Toxxic pauses, thinking about how to phrase this. And indeed, wondering if he wants to say it, because to say it is to concede something has happened that, 24 hours ago, he would have considered to be an impossibility. “Silent’s back.” “...” “Nathaniel Kibagami,” Toxxic clarifies. “You know, the guy-” “...” “Yeah, I thought I did too,” the Brit says uneasily, pulling out a carton of orange juice. “To tell the truth, I don’t remember the end of that match. Believe me, I’ve watched it enough times, but I don’t remember it. I guess I didn’t break his neck after all. Which leads me to wonder,” Toxxic continues, taking a glass off the shelf, “just what the bloody hell he’s been doing all this time.” “...” “No,” the World Champion states flatly. “Not an option.” “...” “I said no!” Toxxic snaps, his voice rising. “Trust me, that’s not a good idea.” “...” “Sean, you don’t understand,” the straight-edger explains with frayed patience. “You’ve never been in the ring with him, you’ve never seen him up close. Silent is not a wrestler; Silent is a force of fucking nature! I beat him before because I knew what he was doing and why - we know shit this time, and we are not going into this blind!” “...” “No!” Toxxic shouts, spilling orange juice. “Sean, you’re a big man and you can look after yourself, but this is a totally different ball game! He was in the Clan! He is deranged, unstable and totally fucking psychotic!” The Straight-Edge Sensation manages to calm himself and puts the fruit juice down on his worktop. “Listen to me. We do not take Silent on unless it is in the ring, where there are referees and cameras to record what he does and use it as evidence against him and, above all, rules. If you see him outside of an SWF event, you do not approach him. You note where he is, what he’s wearing and what he’s doing, and then you get the fuck out of there, you understand? There are ex-Clanees in the SWF - Chris Fury for one, and he has enough reason to hate you anyway - and I don’t want this demented son-of-a-bitch opening that up again. He could do it, if he wanted to. I don’t know where he is, I don’t know what his motives are, and I don’t know what he’s planning. Until I do we walk very carefully on this one, because Nathan is capable of anything.” “...” “Right. I’ll see you in Anaheim. A relatively local show, for once.” “...” *click* Toxxic looks at the handset for a second. He knows, in the back of his mind, that part of what he has just told Sean Davis is a lie. He does know what Kibagami is planning. There can only be one thing that will draw the River Dragon back in. Absent-mindedly, one of Toxxic’s black-nailed hands comes up to rub the back of his neck.

OK, so I forgot that there's already one of these. Well, call this the Lockdown Match Advice thread then. *sulks*

[THOTH] Will you all stop ripping off the fucking Clan!? [/THOTH]

And this is why I always make sure I request the match I want unless Zed is booking (or Mike - I have faith that Mike would book well). It's a practice you can learn from if you're running an angle. Just pull a beatdown or something Landon. Or you could double no-show, I suppose.

Well that's just brilliant. True, but hardly unexpected. And even though Spike is in my stable, I'd hate to see a title lost due to a poor connection especially since Spike has another title shot waiting anyway. Then again, I suppose we have to consider how long a champion can leave the title undefended (no matter how good the reason) without it being stripped or whatever. So do we have a 30-day rule? (I don't think we can, since the World Title has gone longer than that between defences IIRC)

Jet is coming for the Women's Championship.

Let’s give the n00bs a bit of encouragement. Tonight, Uncle Filthy gets the treatment. First off, a good bit of scene-setting with the fans still trailing in (it was full for my opening promo though - maybe I drove them off to get some food or something). I’m not quire sure how you can have black light, but to each their own. IL has black sparks during his heel turn, and I’m fairly sure that’s just soot. The wording on Uncle Filthy’s entrance makes it sound like Carnage lunges at him because of the Sting t-shirt. Certainly feasible, but I’m not sure if that was what you were trying to imply. The sound-effects. I’m a fine one to talk, but I’m not sure if you need them for every move. The Samoan Drop possibly, but the left hands? I’d only really use them on a strike if it’s to emphasise it, although Uncle Filthy’s signature strike does seem to be the left-handed haymakers so maybe, maybe. The thing that stands out for me is the style, more than anything else. You keep saying ‘Uncle Filthy’ and ‘Carnage’... and yes, those are their names. But occasionally you can mix it up a bit, like saying ‘the masked man’, ‘the bigger man’ or whatever. It prevents the writing from becoming repetitive. The other style concern I have is the commentators. Comet will ALWAYS side with the face, and since Uncle Filthy is (technically) a face he’ll be calling for him over the demented, psychotic tweener Carnage. Meanwhile Bobby Riley will pull for the more heelish person, and on this occasion he’d be calling Filthy a waste of space and a poor icon for children whilst simultaneously screaming for Carnage to decapitate him. In fact, if you changed the two commentators around you’d have it much more accurate. Just add a few stupid expressions for Comet and some gay double-entendres for Riley... ah hell, read a few other matches, you’ll get the gist. I’m not sure how the low-blow got missed, but I guess it COULD be interpreted as him just getting up too quick in the wrong place... And finally, Filthy wins by choking Carnage out - very sensible. There’s not much wrong with the match in terms of moves and such, since you’ve got the big bad and strong psycho going up against the weird kids entertainer but, to quote EWR 4, you ‘need to learn how to work SWF style’. NOW LET ME HEAR YOU SAY ‘UNCLE’!

That was the Five Wounds match. Oh, and since no-one else is doing ANYTHING in this thread, I nominate Kibagami and me as promo writers of the year. Yeah, deal with it. No-one's bothered to nominate anyone for a week, so why they hell SHOULDN'T I nominate myself?

BEST TEAM EVER: Dace & Silent. Dace's wrestling knowledge combined with Kibs' ability at writing prose (and a decent wrestling knowledge of his own) Un-fucking-beatable. If Kibs were to show.

He is NOW, yeah. See, that's how good my suggestion was. *looks shifty and disappears*

Don't make me retire you.