Toxxic

The 'because she's still a champion' post: -------------------------------- Smarks Board Name: MikeofEvil Wrestler’s Name: Amy Stephens Height: 5’10 Weight: 171lbs Hometown: Nottingham, UK Age: 21 Face/Heel: Face Stable: None Ring Escort: None Weapon(s): A studded black leather bracelet that she wraps around her fist and uses like brass knuckles if she can get away with it. Quote: ‘You what!?’ *SMACK* ‘Innit!’ ‘Ya get me?’ Looks: Amy is a pretty girl with baby blue eyes, although she has a slightly chubby face. Since she’s started wrestling her figure has toned up a bit, but there’s definitely some meat on her - the only six-pack she’s ever likely to see in the mirror is the beer in her hand, and she still spills over her trousers a bit. Her black hair has a fringe, and the rest comes down past her shoulders in an undercut which gets tied back during matches. IMPRESSIVE cleavage, although that’s also partly from the fact that she‘s a tad overweight by ‘traditional’ standards. Her clothes vary from day to day, but in the ring she tends to wear baggy black Criminal Damage skate trousers, a cut-off T-shirt, normally of a band like the Ramones, and pink-and-black Vans. However, since becoming HGC Champion she also wears a barbed-wire ‘crown’ down to the ring; it’s made of real barbed wire, but the inside it padded so it doesn’t mash up her head. Too much. Ring Entrance: The blasting opening of ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’ by the Ramones fires up, leading to a cheer from the crowd. After a few seconds Amy comes out onto the stage with a can of lager (usually Stella Artois) in her hand and charges down to the ring. -FUNYON STUFF- Amy climbs to the second buckle, raises her lager and leads the crowd in a chorus: “HEY! HO! LET’S GO!” “HEY! HO! LET’S GO!” “HEY! HO! LET’S GO!” “HEY! HO! LET’S GO!” As Joey launches into the first verse proper Amy drops down to the ring again, takes a few pulls from her can and then puts it down on the apron before getting ready for the match. Stats: Strength: 3 - Amy is a beefy girl and can hit just as hard as her brother Speed: 5 - She’s not exactly… streamlined. In fact, she’s a bit top-heavy. That sort of cuts down the high-flying moves. And besides, she can’t be bothered with all that fancy crap. Vitality: 6 - Whoops. She doesn’t jump around as much as her brother, so she can take more of a kicking before she finally goes down. Not invulnerable by any means, but surprisingly resilient. Charisma: 6 - If you can penetrate the Nottingham accent and high-speed delivery she has an engaging directness that makes her brother look like a master of diplomacy. And let’s face it, the tits mean she’s gonna get cheered by every straight guy or lesbian in the audience no matter what she does. Style: Brawler. Straight-up and simple. Sloppy, unrefined and aggressive, a cool head and some wrestling knowledge should take care of her, but underestimate her determination and desire to smash your face in at your peril. Signature Moves: Blitzkrieg Punches - Amy mounts her opponent in the corner, but instead of the normal ten punches with the crowd counting along she does eight while they chant “HEY-HO-LET’S-GO!” twice. Headbutt/Diving headbutt - one of her main weapons, can and will target any part of the body. Lou Thesz press and punches Illegal use of her studded bracelet for a ‘Power Of The Punch’ type move ‘Double D T’ - SNAP DDT, Kick-out-the-leg-and-whip-backwards Lita-style. And yes, it’s a bra size joke. Sitting surfboard - Amy stands on her opponent’s back when they’re on their face on the mat, grabs their wrists and then drops back to a sitting position, bending their upper body backwards. ‘Face Breaker’ - grabs the opponent’s head in both hands while facing them, then jumps up and drops back whilst bringing both her knees up to smash into their face on landing. Imagine a Lungblower done to your face. Reverse Full Nelson neckbreaker - she may well have picked this one up from Toxxic, who loved to invent things. Amy hooks an opponent as if for a backslide but locks her hands together as if applying a full nelson, then drops down into a neckbreaker which delivers an added ‘kick’ on the neck and upper back. Moonsault - the rarest of the Sigs, since if she’s going to jump off the top rope she generally likes to see where she’s going. Common Moves: Slams Punches Kicks (nothing special) Polish Hammer 2nd rope elbow 2nd rope leg drop Biting Chokes Bronco buster/Stink Face Rare Moves: ‘Sex On The Beach’ - Corkscrew Swanton Bomb/Spiral Tap. So named because it happens less often than you’d want and it’s never as good as you expect. Plus, it’s another alcohol reference. JackDanielsHammer - cruiserweights ONLY Finishers: ‘Last Orders’ - rear naked choke with body scissors (preferred). ‘Vodka Kick’ - Scissors kick. Can be done off the second rope if the situation allows. NOTES: -She’s trained… sort of. Her brother certainly had a hand in her training, and we all know how much he knew about the finer points of technical wrestling, so how good he’d be at passing it on is anyone’s guess. However… -She’s nuts. Not screaming, demented psychotic nuts, just your average, common-or-garden have-a-few-pints-and-start-on-someone nuts. Relative size, weights and strength don’t really matter to her, if she thinks you‘re looking at her funny, she‘ll have you. She bit half someone’s ear off once in a club, although admittedly it was after he’d headbutted her. No-one knows what she did to get headbutted in the first place. Feel free to ask, if you dare. -Damn those Stephens kids and their inferiority complexes. Toxxic had to prove to everyone that he was the best wrestler in the company; Amy originally got offered a ‘Diva’ contract by Peters, and now feels that she has to prove she belongs in the ring. BIO: Amy Stephens had Toxxic as an older brother, and that pretty much tells you all you need to know about her childhood, and why she’s turned out quite so cheerfully violent. Although hardly unintelligent she lagged behind her brother at school, and perhaps her envy/dislike of him is why she ended up going in a different direction. Toxxic went straight-edge, went to the gym and took out his aggression by learning to wrestle; Amy got slaughtered as often as possible, went out clubbing and took out her aggression by starting fights with anyone in the vicinity. After her brother started hitting the big time and sending home large amounts of money for the family their relationship improved somewhat as she respected the validity of his choices, but then things changed again. Toxxic left the SWF after Ground Zero ‘05 to come back and live in Nottingham. Amy had started to get some wrestling training and Toxxic added to it, along with a bit of advice on playing politics. However, one autumn morning he just… disappeared. With no contact from their son Amy’s parents got rather alarmed despite their belief that he could take care of himself, and finally Amy, newly turned 21, headed off to try and find him. The most obvious port of call was the SWF, but Joseph Peters denied all knowledge. Amy travelled across America looking for any rumour of her brother but found nothing, and eventually had to start wrestling in order to make enough money to continue her search. Now she’s come back to the SWF, aware that Joe Peters sees dollar signs in her relationship to a former World Champion, and she’s determined to get enough money out of him to continue her search once her six month contract is up. Now Toxxic is back, using his real name, and the reunion was (relatively) painless. However, in the lead-up to it Amy got involved with Landon Maddix in all the wrong ways and is still reaping the rewards of that…

As long as you're not going on the Fictional World Tour. Cos that'd just be wack.

...you know, all I really wanted was for my match to take place in a ring. That's all. It didn't matter drastically to me who it was against, or whether the title was on the line. In a ring was all I wanted. But I guess I never specified that, so hey, I'll work around it.

Don't book me on Storm as a general rule of thumb. However, you may book me on this one as detailed in the PM I'm about to send.

It's not perverted to want to see girls in revealing clothing. Last time I checked that was normal male heterosexual behavior. The pervert remark was in response to downloading porn. Still fairly normal guy stuff, but I always find it kind of slimy lurking in the shadows watching porn on my computer. I'm not quite that bad. No, you just create your ultimate fantasy girl (small, Japanese, pretty, easily-led) and write her in the SWF (where she wears a Playboy top, for fuck's sake) and have her being managed by some pervy creep called Frisco. Work with us here.

Well on the basis that Landon told Amy that if she dressed up like her brother then maybe Sean Davis would bang her, presumably if Toxx dressed up like Amy then Landon would bang him. So my bet's on Landon.

As an atheist, I can completely see how having the Muslim call to prayer over a video package for two heels would be seen as offensive. Because it automatically conveys the message of Muslims = bad. It'd be like having, say, the Lord's Prayer over a video package of two heels. No, wait. It'd be like having the Lord's prayer over a video package of two WHITE heels in a country where the dominant religion is Islam, and the audience don't really speak English. So the very SOUND of the Lord's prayer is identified with bad guys, without any attention paid to the meaning or intention. They wouldn't even have to be obviously Christian heels (with Mordecai, for example, I could see a reason - he was a religious zealot, someone who took it beyond what it was intended to mean), they'd just be white and therefore Christian, and therefore bad. The chain of logic in both those examples is simplistic and offensive, and I'm annoyed that one of them exists.

I've got this image of both Landon and Megan now strenuously trying NOT to think of Toxxic when having sex, and failing miserably. Like Ross trying not to picture Rachel as his mum in Friends.

WC - I read your original post as a complaint, therefore I took this post to be a jibe as well. Since you seemed to be beating it into the ground I responded this time around. Evidently this wasn't the case, and I'm sorry if I misunderstood you. And Sly - cute bunny. It's a shame WC can't see it. He'd go "Awwww" for sure.

Damnit, why can't colours just be one thing and one thing only? It'd make my life a hell of a lot easier, I tell you. Then again, so would not being short-sighted, partially deaf and with no sense of smell. ...but on the upside, i sure play a mean pinball. *watches that joke sail over the head of anyone who isn't British* Never mind.

What the frick colour is teal anyway? Is it green or blue or what? (colourblind here - I can see WC's writing is a different colour to the rest of ours, but I can't work out exactly WHAT colour it is...)

When Janus posted the last show you were complaining about it being as full of holes as a Swiss cheese. Forgive me if I didn't detect the change in tone.

Maybe you could back the fuck up off Janus, WC?

I can't decide if that main event is great booking or rushing something that should have been saved for a later date. I'll let you know depending on whether we win or lose.

Does anyone really think that tiny heel Rey against monster face Batista would work? I mean, fuck Kidman/Hogan, that shit would be ridiculous.

I was sure Raynor said it was 'leading up to' the show at the Budokan. Maybe it's not finishing there and just going downhill afterwards, I don't know...

Ladies and gentlemen, Spike has debuted the emo smiley. All fear the Emo Smiley!

It's at times like these that I wonder why you never promo more Sly. Another very good one, although I can't help but wonder why you're going to London when the rest of us are finishing the world tour in Japan... but hey, good choice!

Hey Raynor, why don't you get yourselves a Creative Control forum where you can post all that shit when you find it out and therefore not have to remember to tell Janus? I think that'd be a great idea.

Christ,i've been with my g/f six years and we aren't married yet... Enjoy, Pete.

(I'd have waited for Sarah's approval on the use of Sean, but the Lockdown card means I want to get this out of the way asap) ------------------------------------------------------ [A FEW HOURS AFTER STORM] The sun is going down over the Egyptian desert and the temperature is dropping from blistering to merely warm. Soon the SWF superstars are going to need to travel back to their hotels for the night before they head off on the road (or the plane) again, but for now there's time for two of them to watch the sunset. One is tall, bulky and dark-skinned; a monolith in ebony and chocolate. The other is shorter, although not far short of six foot, and at 21 appears to have managed a seamless transition from puppy-fat to burgeoning beer-gut. "You ever been to Africa before?" Sean Davis asks. "Nah man," Amy Stephens responds, "first time I left the country was when I came to the US last year innit?" "You serious?" Davis asks, looking down at his friend in surprise. "Yeah, til Mike started rakin' it in it weren't like we had much cash, ya get me?" Amy replies, "best I could hope for was a day-trip to Skeggy to see the sea. What 'bout you?" "No," Sean replies, shaking his head, "wanted to, though. Further south though, down on the West coast. Maybe when I'm not wrestling, and I don't have a broken ankle, I'll go check it out. Where my family comes from way back, y'know." "Huh," Amy snorts, "my family jus' comes from Nottingham, innit. Bet it's gonna be pretty fuckin' boring if I go back there now I've been all these other places." She takes a last look at the rapidly-dipping desert sun and turns to head back; Sean hesitates a second, then follows her. "You reckon that's why Toxx disappeared?" Davis asks as they tramp over some low dunes, "he just got bored?" "You knew 'im for months, right?" Amy asks, "did you ever, ever know Mike to be satisfied with anyfing? I betcha that even when he was World Champion there were still things he wanted to improve on, right?" She looks over her shoulder at Davis. "I'm right, innit?" "Yeah," Davis agrees, remembering several incidents of Toxxic bawling at him and/or Spike Jenkins in the dressing room after a loss that he felt Revolution Zero should not have suffered, "kind of a perfectionist." "Exactly," Amy says, "I bet he weren't satisfied with Nottingham anymore an' just took off. Maybe he weren't satisfied with his fuckin' family either," she adds bitterly, struggling to keep her feet as the sand shifts beneath her, then angrily shaking Sean's hand off when he reaches out to steady her. "Hey, he might still show up," Davis says, but Amy just snorts. "Sean mate, he ain't watchin' no more, ya get me? If he was watchin' he'd be back by now and sortin' out Landon, innit?" She kicks an innocent little drift of sand in a sudden fit of temper. "He'd probably do it jus' to prove he's better'n me, know what I mean? Cos it ain't like I've had much success..." "Come on now," Sean says encouragingly, "Landon's the World Champion, and that means he ain't no pushover! You gave him a damn good fight, better than half the roster could've done! Hey, I've lost to Landon before now, there ain't no shame in it! Goddamn annoying," the Perfect Storm admits, "but that ain't the point. The point is-" "Nah man, the point is I lost!" Amy snaps, rounding on him, "I couldn't do what Mike did, an' I'm always playin' catch-up, right? So now Landon thinks that he can talk shit about me, and get that twat Myers to come out dressed as me bruvver so's he can beat him up and pretend he's some fuckin' hard-nut, ya get me? Peters might not even give me another match with him-" "Whoah, hold up," Sean says, raising his hands, "you want another match with him? Girl, he's got your damn blood on the World Title, he gave you a concussion, and you're wanting to go back for more?" "Too fuckin' right!" Amy flares, "what d'ya want me to do, let him take the piss outta me until he gets tired of it!? Nah man, I want another piece of him!" “C’mon, what’ll happen next time?” Sean demands angrily, “Landon’s… petty. If you go after him again he’ll probably figure ‘what the hell’ and try and do something serious… not that what he did wasn’t serious,” the Perfect Storm hastily covers, “but like, try and seriously injure you or something!” Seeing that Amy still isn’t coming around to his way of thinking and has her jaw set in a recognisably determined manner Sean casts around for something to change the subject to… and finds it cresting a dune in front of him, over Amy’s shoulder. “Hey, who’s that…?” he asks, wondering if it’s a member of the SWF crew sent to find them. Amy looks around irritably until her eyes focus on the man now descending towards them. The setting sun is in his eyes and despite his shades the newcomer appears to be having trouble seeing; he casts around for a few seconds, then notices Amy and Sean and seems to orientate on them. It takes a couple of seconds for Amy to recognise him. Granted, she’s never known him with black curtains of hair reaching down to his chin. The last time she saw him his hair had regrown to more or less its usual length after he came home with it all shaved off, and with the sunglasses his face is less recognisable. That being said, there’s only one person she knows who’d be wearing an England away shirt in the middle of the Egyptian desert on the same day as the SWF is in town. He almost skis the last few feet down the dune, keeping his balance with deft, minimal adjustments to his posture and use his arms as counterbalances, and comes to a halt in front of her. One hand reaches up and removes the shades, and Amy finds herself staring into the same steel-grey eyes that have been regarding her in mixtures of amusement, concern, annoyance and frustration for all her life. “Hiya sis,” Michael Stephens says, “how’s it going?” * * * "What the fuck d'ya mean, you ain't gonna fight him!?" Amy bursts out in disbelief. Her, Sean and Michael are all sitting in the twin hotel room that Amy and Sean are sharing - twin, not double. Sean and Amy aren't at the level in the SWF where management pays for accommodation so they save money where they can, but even though they're sharing they still have a bed each. What Mike thinks of the whole arrangement isn't clear; he did no more than cock an eyebrow when he saw the room. "Exactly what I said," he responds with perhaps a touch more irritation in his tone than the question truly warranted. After all, Michael Stephens has been asked this question several times already today... but not by the person most involved. "I take it neither of you were watching the show then?" "No," Sean rumbles, "we weren't booked and I wasn't interested in seeing Landon run his mouth again." "Basically, I didn't come back here to start trouble," Mike tells them, "I came back to check on you, Amy. I'm not interested in restarting an issue that ended over a year ago; if Landon wants to, that's his hard luck. To be honest sis," he continues, "I love you, but I've had too many bruises when we were younger from pitching into fights that you started. I'm not getting into the ring on your behalf with a guy who already wants to break my neck. Sorry." He pauses, then grimaces. "And what in the bloody hell made you decide to shack up with Landon?" "He was cute," Amy sulks. "He's pathetic!" Mike answers. "He was funny!" "He's gormless!" "He's fantastic in bed!" "He... say what now?" Mike cuts himself off, then waves his hands desperately as Amy opens her mouth again, "don't elaborate, DON'T ELABORATE!" "Amen," Davis mutters, roling his eyes. "Lissen, right," Amy snaps at her brother, "I don't see what fuckin' business it is of yours who I slept with, 'specially since you ain't gonna do nothin' about him now, ya get me? Where the fuck did you get to anyway? How come you just buggered off and din't tell no-one?" "I... went travelling," Mike says, waving a hand vaguely. "Asia, Indonesia, down to Australia, that sort of thing." "Yeah, but why?" Several seconds pass before Michael Stephens answers. He knows why, of course, but it's going to take him a few seconds to put it into words. "I suppose you could say I had a bit of a breakdown," he says eventually. "It's like... have you been back to Nottingham since you started this?" "Stopped there one night with the Old Shits on the way over to Germany, innit," Amy says. Mike nods. "But not during the day, right?" Amy shakes her head, and he continues, "it'll be bizarre, I bet you. See, after Ground Zero last year I came back to Nottingham and tried to live there, and started looking around for a house, all that sort of thing, but... everyone knew me. Everyone. Even if they never watched wrestling, they all knew 'that Stephens kid' had been some big star in the States. You must have seen what the neighbours were like," he says to Amy, "all the kids thought I was some sort of bloody superhero, and the parents either wouldn't speak to me or the ones with kids our age were all telling me how much their children had liked me when we were younger, even though I knew they'd hated my guts. "And that ain't all. I could walk across the city centre and everyone from the teenage goths on the steps of Council House to the guys selling the Big Issue on Lister Gate knew my name... or a name, anyway," the man formerly known as Toxxic grimaces. "I couldn't go in Virgin or HMV without people pointing at me and whispering; the bar staff in any pub knew me; the bouncers at Rock City knew me; fifteen, sixteen year-olds were going out to Rock City specifically wearing Toxxic T-shirts because they knew I'd be there and then showing them off to me like I was supposed to be fucking impressed! They'd tell me how they were straight-edge too, and most of them weren't even old enough to buy bloody cigarettes, let alone drink!" The former World Champion sighs and takes a pull from the can of Coke in his hand. "I couldn't hack it. Weird. I went out under the lights for a year, more than a year, with however-many-thousand people howling for my blood and faced down mat technician after high-flyer after musclebound monster, and more often than not I came out on top. I had..." he searches for words for a moment, "separation. No matter what happened, no matter what I did or what happened to me, it was Toxxic out there, not me. It was all a performance, on some level or another. But put me in a city of 300,000 people where a third of them seemed to know who I was - bloody local paper didn't help - and I couldn't handle it. I wasn't Toxxic anymore, I wasn't some pantomime villain everyone could boo and scream at and none of it would touch me. I was just Michael Stephens, trying to come back to the life I had before and finding it had disappeared. "So I left. I packed my bag, I booked some plane tickets, I wrote the Old Shits a note to tell them that I was going away and leaving a couple of numbers of where I was planning to stay, and I blew town. I didn't want anyone to know beforehand because then everyone would know. Went to Asia, avoided Japan because Jesus Christ, it'd just have been worse there, and just travelled. A few people recognised me," he admits, "but not many. After a while my hair got so long no-one did anymore, not unless they were a rabid fan. And I was able to live as me again." "Hang on a minute," Amy interrupts, "you said you left mum an' dad a note? They never said anyfing about a bloody note to me, they said they din't know nothin'!" "Yeah, well," Mike says, grimacing again, "I wrote the note... but I found it at the bottom of my bag two weeks ago. I guess I forgot to put it through the letterbox. Don't worry, I phoned them as soon as I found it. I'd wondered why they hadn't got in touch." At this point, Sean Davis has the probably-once-in-a-lifetime experience of seeing Amy Stephens apparently speechless. The Punk-Rock Princess just gapes at her brother, eyes wide... but then they narrow, and Sean braces himself for the explosion. It never comes. "Bloody hell Mike, I knew you were absent-minded," Amy says in a tone of long-suffering despair, "but that takes the fuckin' biscuit! You mean t'say that the Shits were worryin' an' I went to America jus' cos you forgot to put a bloody note through their letterbox? Well, I'm suing you for all me travel expenses, for starters!" "Oh yeah?" Mike responds, raising an eyebrow, "well if you hadn't started wrestling you'd still be beachball-shaped - at least you've got that figure you always wanted. Well, half of it," he adds, then corrects himself, "no actually more like half again..." "Fuck you, poof boy," Amy responds in the tone of one who has had so many slanging matches with her brother that nothing can really bother her anymore, "I need a beer. Who's comin' to the bar?" "As long as you don't start any fights," Mike mutters, getting to his feet, "Sean?" "Hell, someone needs to keep you two in line," the Perfect Storm rumbles, "I can't wait to see what it's going to be like having to babysit both of your asses..."

Is the ring inside the Taj Mahal or outside in the park surrounding it? Do we care?

Damnit, why not Indian Air Raid? Why? Wires strung from each surrounding pillar to the main building of the Taj Mahal, Cruiserweight Title on the main spire! IT'S GOLD I TELL YA, GOLD! And for now, Toxx gets to face the guy who's been hanging out with his sister. Right. Could be interesting...

ADD? Personally I prefer it when the show goes up, even like this. At least we get the promos, and it means that we know that it's because there's no matches rather than Judge is wrecked or Thoth's playing Warcraft or whatever.

I call opening otter.