The Ill One

Three directionless foes face off in hopes of finding direction! A single chance to rise above the “no-showing curtain-jerker” status, it is highly advised that they all write and write to WIN!! Bastard. Eh, decent card and hell you should've taken out that -harsh- description and booked me against Cardboard Comet and do that. (Read: don't). But, hey, hope to see a good show 'fore the PPV.

I loved it. What I mainly loved was how much more emotional it was and the symbolism with realizing she's going on a rampage that's all caused after a broken heart. But my favorite part was he ditched "the style" that I never quite liked. A lot of people joygasmed over how "stylish" the first film was... but it felt forced to me. Okay it seemed kinda cool with random black-and-white moments or the lights being shut off (don't say it was nessicary at all), the anime, eh it just felt like it was a big lovin' spoonful of pseudo style beign shoved right down my throat. I thought it was a given that's how Bill was gonna' go down but for a moment I almost expected them to reunite (he owned afterall). The ending steps is close to perfect. Oh and I'm glad the gore level wasn't as high since I could take the movie more seriously. ... But I laughed my ass off for at least two minutes when Elle Driver got her other eye tugged out and squished... oh, and Bill being called "AKA the Snake Charmer" had me smirking all the way on the ride home.

Man I'm having WAY too much fun with using the baseball stadium. Way wwwaayyy too much fun. (Yes, yes I am writing). Nice card, by the way.

MAIN EVENT TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH FOR THE WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES Janus & Aecas© vs Tom Flesher & Ann Onita vs Mike Van Siclen & Todd Cortez ~Hhmmm... I mark out for all three teams, so, uh, no prediction. Danny Williams vs John Duran ~Danny. Nathaniel Kibagami vs Toxxic ~Kibs. CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH Alan Clark© vs Johnny Dangerous ~Clark. HARDCORE MATCH Crow vs Dace Night ~*Drools... a lot....* But I'll go with Dace if he writes a match with more than ted moves (kidding). USJL TITLE MATCH Stryke© vs Coy West vs Todd Royal ~Coy. BONUS MATCH FOR AN SWF CONTRACT “La Sensation Senegalaise” Said vs “El Hombre Sin Cara” Maskarade ~... Austin Sly vs Insane Luchadore ~Sly. (Notice how the most work I put into the fed are these predictions now-a-days *sigh*). Landon Maddix vs Tryst With the Unnamed in his corner, does Maddix stand a chance of losing to Tryst? ~Tryst.

Yeah I should really stop no-showing... all I did was skim the very last move of Dace's match. Oddly enough I was gonna end my match -that I intended to write- with a backdrop driver from the top turnbuckle through a bundled barbed wire covered and thumbtack filled "light tube table." But ah well. Anyway, good show, big congrats to Janus and Danny.

If you go out and steal one. MAIN EVENT SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE Charlie "Grappler" Matthews© vs "Deathwish" Danny Williams SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTATOR: "The Notorious" John Duran ~*Drools* ICTV TITLE BOUT STRAP MATCH Toxxic© vs Janus ~Toxxic to retain, I guess, but it could go either way for sure. TAG TEAM MATCH Ann "Ichiban" Onita/"The Superior One" Tom Flesher vs The House of Todd ~Ooohhh, nice, the Superior Lesbian. MYSTICAL MYSTERY MAN MATCH SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE Alan Clark© vs ??? ~Clark. HARDCORE MATCH Dace Night vs Insane Luchadore ~DACE! F'N! NIGHT! USJL TITLE BOUT TRIPLE IMPACT MATCH Stryke© vs Edward James ~Hmm... I'll go with Stryke but I'd mark the fuck out if EJ won. SINGLES MATCH Johnny Dangerous vs Aecas ~Aecas. SINGLES MATCH Jacob Helmsely vs Austin Sly ~Jake.

Because this isn't the match for it, Thugg. It's like when bookers do a "No DQ" match, it's just to allow a little spot or add a hint of flavor... not having DIAB brutality. I'm not trying to pick a fight or gang up against you due to recent events, but didn't you, as a marker, mark off because people went too hardcore during No DQ matches? It might not of been you, but I'm just recalling how it's happened a few times. Anyway awesome card-it's no DIAB... but maybe one day... *sighs and looks off into space dreamily*

Well I'm sure Kibs does have it covered to drink everybody's amount who doesn't... but I definitely am a helper there too. Flik, you're 20? Holy shit.

I've never tried it, I guess generic stable vs stable would work. I got a question though, I want to run a Dreamer/Raven type feud... will the game recongize it as a "bad" feud 'cause the face never can get a win?

Muha. My report card I just got says I should prolly show up and try more. I got a 2.7 average but this quarter got a 1.6. Heh. Eh, it's just my laziness, really, and it doesn't bug me that I'm fucking myself over. Wish it did.

Misfits galore "Fiend Club" "Some Kinda Hate" "Last Caress" "American Psycho" Oh and thanks to Thumbtack- "Key to the Gate" Burzum

(The camera comes back to life revealing the very alive and crowd with only bloodlust on their mind! There’s no doubt that energy runs through out the Wachovia Center in good old Philadelphia! Various fans are shown as the camera staggers down through out the crowd until it reaches right in front of the announcer’s table where Cyclone Comet and Riley bicker). “I mean what if their hair gets entangled in the cage? Huh? Never thought of that, did you? All filled with your blood lust, it’s despicable. Or what if their fingers get caught? I mean I’d rather go through a pane of glass before I get jammed fingers. Those son-of-bitches KILLS,” Riley says while Cyclone rolls his eyes. “Anyway we are back for this, uh, interesting version of Lockdown. But as if tonight wasn’t special enough we have one of the most unique stipulations to ever grace the SWF,” Comet sells the upcoming match but there’s no need. “Oh I feel so sorry for the custodians… all the bloodstains to clean up. Those are so tough to get out,” Riley comments. Comet stares at Riley before slowly shaking his head and continuing, “Anyway folks we have our Hardcore Champion AND ICTV champion taking on Citizen Andrew Rickmen… also known as the Insane Luchador! This match will be an Ironman match to an extent; the falls can happen anywhere in the arena, the hardcore belt is on the line, and the first to ten wins- no matter how long it takes to get to ten!” Comet explains. Riley butts in. “Yeah, well, I think it’s a given Toxxic will win. He’s more extreme than the Insane Luchador,” Riley pauses and hears a small “BULL-SHIT” chant catch on. He ignores it. “Well I don’t agree either but Citizen Toxxic and Citizen IL aren’t strangers. IL lost his ICTV title to Toxxic and the two have reported to have heated conversations. As talented as Toxxic is, he sure doesn’t make friends,” Comet says. “Yeah, well, whatever Comet, let’s get to the BLOOD! I mean I personally can’t wait to see Luchador be defeated again! It warms my heart, it just warms my heart.” Riley nods. Comet listens to his headset and mutters something. “Apparently the two are in the area they decided to start this match up. It starts on the outside, ends on the inside, basically.” With that remark the screen changes to showing a hyped Insane Luchador, a cocky Toxxic, and a scared Memphis Eel, who is slowly scooting towards Toxxic. The camera pulls back and they are in the outside parking lot! The rarely used parking lot has about five cars surrounding the SWF wrestlers and the arena is about twenty five feet away. “Oh come on, IL can’t harm a fly!” Riley insists. Luchador stands tall and immediately begins to taunt at Toxxic. IL wears his usual baggy khaki cargoes, a belt with two rows of somewhat dull metal spikes, the usual black, worn down skate shoes, and to top it all off- a black with jagged red “ML PRIDE” shirt. Toxxic responds with quick trash talk also and the two walk towards each other as if they were high school boys. Cautiously the cameraman gets closer. “Bitch, don’t you realize I have both belts?” Toxxic quips as he shoves the Insane Luchador. IL takes it and keeps listening as Toxxic shoves him again! “Very unusual for the Insane Luchador to not fight by now…” Comet says, wondering what’s going on. Toxxic’s on an incoherent rant as he continues to shove Luchador back and back towards one of the cars. Finally the baggy shorts, New Rocker wrestling boots, and blue spiked hair Toxxic shoves his opponent against the side of a beat down, black car. He throws a right but Luchador evades it and grabs Toxxic by his head! He quickly brings it against the top of the car. Toxxic reels back and he bumps into the Memphis Eel who officially calls the match to start. Luchador takes a step towards Toxxic’s who’s already swinging with a wide hook! But Andrew Rickmen’s on his game tonight as he makes blocking look easy, swatting the hook away with bringing his left forearm in the way. Within that millisecond he nails a straight punch right to Toxxic’s mouth! His head whips back and IL grabs his neck tightly, picking him up slightly. “Hey that’s a choke!” The Eel quickly protests and starts a quick count. Luchador turns his head and gives the special guest referee a venomous look and he quickly shuts up, slowing down the count. Luchador then spins around and slams Toxxic’s back against the car. Within a split second he gets smashed in the nose with a forearm! He collapses to all fours and IL quickly fishes into his cargoes pocket. Suddenly he pulls out a key, to the confusion of everybody, and he stands behind the trunk. His opponent is already to one knee and gasping to regain his breath. Suddenly IL flips open the trunk and just laughs like the sick, twisted manic he is. The fans all wait in anticipation as Toxxic gets to both feet, grabbing Luchador’s shoulder from behind! Suddenly the Luchador whirls around and- “OH! Toxxic gets nailed right in the face with that glass tube!” Comet cries out while he watches the glass fly everywhere back in the arena. Toxxic clutches the face where the glass shattered and he staggers back. Andrew Rickmen’s arms fly back into the trunk, to come back up with a kendo stick! The fans pop loudly back in the arena as the Insane Luchador lunges out to smack Toxxic. But the HGC champ isn’t stupid and he catches it with both hands! Andrew tries to tug the kendo stick out of Toxxic’s grip but he pulls Toxxic closer to! The ICTV and HGC champ takes advantage of this by throwing up a kick that crashes straight into IL’s jaw! Luchador lets go of the kendo stick and Toxxic swings it from the end he caught. Smoothly he flips the kendo stick in the air and catches it by the handle, then smacks it straight into his opponent’s face! IL bends down slightly while grabbing his face only to have the kendo stick slammed into his back! He shoots back up, one hand grabbing the back, back arched. Hitting the hat trick Toxxic nails his enemy one more time right in the chest! “These loyal fans are already jeering their hearts out and the match, heck show, has barely begun!” Comet fishes for a good comment. Toxxic waits for the Insane Luchador to stop stumbling around. He goes for another swing- “But Citizen Luchador ducks and shoots up with a dropkick! Toxxic’s down!” Comet doesn’t bother keeping even remotely unbiased. Toxxic smacks against the cement and Luchador’s quick to grab at him. He tugs him to his feet and then hits a simple right hook. Toxxic stumbles back and the Insane Luchador leaps out with a knee to the gut! He quickly stands behind Toxxic and hits the headlock, pointing to the car’s side! The fans go crazy as Luchador charges and lets Toxxic’s head smash through the passenger’s glass window! “Geesus, they have a whole show to go…” Riley comments about the already brutal match up. Toxxic’s dazed for sure but he’s already starting to tug his aching head out from the car. But the Insane Luchador leaps just right, landing very cautiously on the half-opened trunk which slams shut. “Well aren’t we Mr. Smooth?” Riley’s voice drips sarcasm. Luchador takes a step back and tries to get a running start for the leap, but Toxxic’s already pulled himself out, glass pieces stuck within his hair, and waiting! Before Rickmen can do a damn thing Toxxic’s arm swipes out and grabs Luchador’s ankle, tugging, and sending Luchador falling backwards flat onto the cement! In an amusing visual Luchador’s legs remain draped over the car trunk and Toxxic assumes he’s knocked silly for the moment. He hops onto the trunk and peers down- only to keep a mule kick right in the knee! Toxxic’s knee buckles and Luchador quickly rolls backwards, getting to his feet. Within a split second IL jumps out grabbing Toxxic and tugging him down. Face first the HGC/ICTV champion smacks against the cement and he audibly groans. Luchador stares down for a second and tugs up Toxxic, guiding the dazed opponent towards the arena. Memphis Eel follows them from behind with extreme caution. Suddenly Toxxic elbows IL’s ribs and grabs his wrist, whipping him at the arena doors! “Luchador smacks against the doors and luckily they’re push and not pulled because they swing open while IL stumbles in,” Riley gives play-by-play. Toxxic has a cocky smirk on his face as he jogs over to the swinging shut arena doors, kicking one back open for a little added panache. He towers above the Insane Luchador and swoops down, grabbing him by his hair. After quickly tugging him up he uses a simple knee to the face to knock his opponent right back down. He grabs both of Luchador’s arms and forces him to his feet. With a knee to the gut IL doubles over and gets caught with both arms hooked into the air. He hits the drop for double armed DDT! Toxxic makes a cover! “ONE!” “TWO!” “This isn’t fair!” Comet yells. “THREE!” “What a quick count!” “Winner of the first pin fall… TOOOOXXIIICC!” Comet objects. He gets to his knees and looks around. Along stretch of hallway in front of him with some unmarked and some marked doors, he could turn either left which gives him access to other hallways and near the arena’s concession area! Or he could turn right into a hallway that apparently leads to a door besides the hallways that branch off. He looks back down at Insane Luchador but he’s not there! Toxxic nearly has a heart attack as he sees out of the corner of his eye a blur- “Eck!” Riley yells as the crack of a wickedly good punch nails Toxxic jaw from the side. Luchador grabs Toxxic by the back of his neck. He quickly applies the pressure point that’s right below the ears and causes Toxxic to begin to fall to one knee. “Hey! Is that legal?” Riley questions. But Toxxic sends two elbows to IL’s ribs and Luchador lets up for a second which allows him to escape. He quickly looks around for any weapon in desperation. Seeing the fire extinguisher Toxxic grabs for it, prying it off the wall. He whirls around and nails Luchador square in the noggin with it! He stumbles back after the attack and suddenly is engulfed by the white fumes! Toxxic is relentless, or trigger happy, as he continues to spray while IL puts out his arms in defense but dodges the stream. He quickly retreats down the hallway with the numerous doors as he tries to clear up his eyes. Toxxic charges, his weapon held high with both hands, and yells. Luchador looks up and throws out a side kick that sends Toxxic screeching to a halt. His arms lower which leave his face wide open for a palm strike to the nose! The HGC champion drops the fire extinguisher as he clutches his nose. Luchador grabs his opponent’s head and simply smacks it against the close cement wall! Toxxic crumbles and he falls to all fours. Luchador grabs him, tugging him up, and then grabbing the closest door knob. He opens it up to reveal Grand Slam Mark Stevens’ office! The fans pop wildly as Grand Slam shoots out of his swivel chair and backs away. Like dogs fighting you don’t want to try to break this one up. “Oh and nobody’s safe from this nasty brawl tonight apparently, not even our outstanding Boss!” Comet says. Toxxic leaps to his feet and the two just engage in a slew of punches going back and forth, slowly pushing towards Mark’s cluttered desk. But Toxxic nails an especially nasty hook that sends Luchador reeling back. With an elbow to the face IL is forced to slightly turn and that allows Toxxic to grab him and throw him against the wall! Luchador smacks head first into the air and shatters through a glass framed picture of the Carnies all standing triumphantly in the ring. “Oh come on!” Stevens roars in disapproval as Toxxic slowly turns to him and smirks. He advances towards the desk and grabs the steel trash can, simply chucking it at the Insane Luchador! It goes amazingly fast for being a trash bin but Luchador luckily ducks and it slams against the wall, breaking part of it. Stevens growls as he knows he’ll have to pay the arena extra for damage. But that doesn’t stop the two enemies from going at it once again! Luchador runs forwards and tries to hit a clothesline but Toxxic ducks under! He then swiftly clutches IL around the thighs and hoists him up in the air with the momentum! Luchador is dropped right onto the messy desk, various items jabbing at him as he hits the solid table. The loud crack is heard as well as Stevens’ groan. Toxxic quickly hops onto the desk and pulls up Insane Luchador. Mark steps towards Toxxic and begs at him not to but Toxxic uses a small kick in Mark’s chest! “Uh-oh! I think Toxxic just pushed it too far!” Cyclone cries out. Stevens barely even budges as he grabs Toxxic by his legs and tugs him off the desk! The feisty HGC/ICTV champion gets right to his feet and shoves Mark, only to get nailed with a punch to the face! The fans back in the arena go absolutely berserk at Stevens’ reaction! Comet laughs as Riley cries out in disdain as Toxxic falls to the ground. Suddenly, panting and sweating, the Memphis Eel walks into the room. Luchador rolls off the table and approaches Mark to say thanks but instead gets socked in the face too! Andrew reels back and hits the whole other side of the wall with a look of shock. “I didn’t want to be biased, oh, and you hit on Lynn while drunk at that last Christmas party,” Stevens explains with a smug grin. Luchador clutches his chin and gives a slight nod of understanding and acceptation. Quickly though he focuses back on the match and grabs Stevens’ swivel chair! He lifts it high into the air and watches Toxxic roll to his feet, oblivious to IL behind him, staring at Mark with disbelief. Luchador brings the chair crashing down onto the back of his opponent’s head, who simply hits the ground face first! But Toxxic isn’t down for any count as he gets to one knee, trying to get up despite being extremely dazed. “No matter what you think of either of those two, they are truly warriors,” Comet complements. Luchador grabs Toxxic from behind and tugs him to his feet, slightly ducking down and grabbing him! He is able to lift him into the air for the backdrop suplex! The fans go wild as Luchador does a little spin and aligns the drop right for the desk! He drops and Toxxic’s back collides with the desk as the wood crunches loudly, not breaking but apparently bending. “We buy some nice furniture,” Riley comments as he shakes the announcer table experimentally. Toxxic flops over and IL hops onto the table. He grabs Toxxic by the neck, tugging him to his knees. He then ducks down and wraps his arms around his opponent’s torso. Quickly he brings Toxxic into the air and has his legs slung over his shoulders! He faces the doorway out with Toxxic all set for the powerbomb! The Champion tries to fight back as his legs begin to wrap around Luchador with the strength of an anaconda. Quickly the Luchador turns himself around and leaps backwards off the table, forcing Toxxic to drop nearly neck first into the table! But the table gives away as Toxxic crunches throw it and pieces of wood fragments explode everywhere. Luchador hooks the leg as the fans explode into cheers! The Memphis Eel takes his sweet time getting to the count, raising his hand especially slow. Stevens barks at him and he picks up the pace. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THHHRREEE!” The fans gleefully cheer. “The second fall… IINNNSSAANNNEE LUUUUCHAAADOOOOR!” Funyon makes it official. “IL scores the second fall!” Comet proclaims. “Now get out!” Mark demands as Luchador stands up, grabbing Toxxic and simply chucking him out of the office through the open door! He quickly jogs after as the Memphis Eel takes a big breath in before following after, making sure to politely shut the door behind him. Luchador looks around confused, not seeing Toxxic. He slowly walks to up the hallway but hears a door open very slowly. He whirls around to see Toxxic emerge from the Janitor’s Closet with a shovel! “Holy crap, hit him! Hit him!” Riley cries out. Before IL can even move the now lethal weapon smacks him square on top of the head! Luchador reels back with his arms flailing uncontrollably. “I’ve heard of being thick headed but yeesh! Look at that!” Riley says. Toxxic swings again but Luchador has the control to duck- “But still gets nailed straight in the back!” Comet gives the play-by-play. Toxxic drops the shovel, gets Luchador in the front facelock, and seems pretty picky where he’s setting it up…” The Straight-Edge Superstar grabs a handful of Luchador’s khaki cargoes and hoists him into the air. He then drops quickly but lands on his rear end with the Brainbuster and it smacks Luchador right onto the shovel! IL’s limp as Riley’s wrist as Toxxic makes the cover. “ONE!” “It was a nice idea by that vile Toxxic,” Cyclone adds. “TWO!” The Memphis Eel sees Luchador’s body brace for a kick-out. “THREE!” “HEY! HEY! ANOTHER QUICK COUNT! What an injustice!” Cyclone Comet shrieks as the fans are jeering in dismay. “Gee, funny how matches like these will just turn right around, huh? I like how the Memphis Eel just gets the match going, real quick pace, heh,” Riley savors this. “The winner of the third pin fall- TOOOXXIIIC!” Funyon’s voice booms. “That’s just not fair!” Comet snaps. Toxxic begins to pick up the Insane Luchador and Irish whips him back towards the way they entered but towards the concession area too! “Folks, hate to tell you, but it’s time for a commercial break! Trust me you’ll be seeing more of this intense action!” -- (The camera comes back to a very intense scene as the Insane Luchador and Toxxic are apparently even more pissed off and fueled for more fighting! The two are clashing at each other with various counters and strikes at the concession area where fans and vendors alike part way for the brawling maniacs)! “Welcome back, as you can see we are smack down in middle of the match up and all I can say is WOW. This two have really kicked it up a notch since we last left off. The score is still tied but the sheer rage at each other has kicked up, let me tell you,” Comet says. In middle of the wide hallway with fans leaping out of harm’s way while watching the two continue to brawl. A vicious elbow sends Luchador reeling to the ground while Toxxic pounces like a lion, landing on IL’s chest and pummeling him with punches! Little specks and cuts are here and there on the two superstars as Rickmen shifts the weight, rolling over and onto Toxxic! Luchador nails two hits right to Toxxic’s face before hopping to his feet and Toxxic rolling to his. The two charge at each other, Toxxic going for a forearm smash and Luchador ducking under wisely. He quickly grabs Toxxic’s neck from behind and drops down with a reverse DDT. But he stays on the ground, using his forearm to choke Toxxic! The Memphis Eel begins the count to break it out. Luchador shrugs and gets to his feet while Toxxic coughs a bit. He flops onto his stomach and gets to all fours, starting to get up. Luchador looks all over the area, most of the carts and concession stands blocked by the fans. But he looks to the other side and sees an abandoned pretzel wagon. He quickly runs at it and hops on, sending it forward to the crowd’s delight. Luchador stops his coasting and swings the cart around, charging at Toxxic! He tries to leap out of the way, jumping into the air, but just too late! The end smacks against Toxxic and pushes him back, smacking against the cement back first! He uses the momentum to do a backwards roll and he staggers to his feet. He stares at the fans, and they all apparently have turned in their weapons. Luchador begins to stalk after him like a killer in a horror movie, fans cheering him on all the way. Toxxic shoves the crowd out of the way and suddenly a person leaps in Luchador’s way. “See! Toxxic has fans too!” Riley snaps. But the fan just reveals a makeshift “sword”- made out of a metal handle, two long light tubes glued on with tacks rattling inside! “Excalibur for the psycho,” IL jokes. He just gives a psycho grin as he takes it from the fan and then charges at Toxxic! In an absolute panic Toxxic begins to sprint to the side that the fans retreated to. Most fans move out of the way but Toxxic has to budge through a few, the smart HGC/ICTV champion taking notice of the large sign, knowing there’d be a large concession stand. The works all cry out as Toxxic comes charging through the crowd and dives head first behind the counter! The workers flood out only to nearly be trampled as Luchador sends every fan fleeing! “Cowardly Toxxic,” Comet spits in disgust. “Oh come on Cyclone, like you wouldn’t run from that?” Riley retorts logically. Luchador hops onto the counter unable to find Toxxic. He kicks over the register and hears a movement- “Look out!” Fans gasp as Luchador tries to turn his head- “HOLY SHIT! Luchador just got nailed with that deep fryer bin with that burning grease!” Riley screams out. IL screams as he tries to wipe the burning oil and grease onto the shoulder of his shirt. He stumbles off the counter and grunts in painful agony. Toxxic drops it and with a smirk hops onto the counter. He leaps off but isn’t aware that Luchador hadn’t dropped his “Excalibur.” His face is priceless and every person goes running to the opposite side, including the Memphis Eel, right as Luchador swings it. It smashes against Toxxic’s side as glass shards and tacks flew in every direction, ripping into Toxxic and Luchador’s body! “I-L! I-L! I-L!” The fans chant loudly. IL takes a small step back with just the handle and a small portion of sharp, broken glass, as he tries to shake off the little chunks of ripped flesh. He looks up and sees Toxxic, stomach and chest cut open in various areas, throwing a right hook! But he side steps it and then lunges out- “IL STABS TOXXIC RIGHT IN THE FOREHEAD WITH A CORNER OF THE BROKEN GLASS!” Comet screams. Luchador laughs like the psycho he is as he has to try to tug out his weapon from Toxxic’s seared flesh near his hairline. Immediately blood pours and Toxxic falls to his knees not finding the voice he’d need to express the pain. Luchador drops the little handle and grabs Toxxic by the head, jerking him up and tossing him over back into the concession stand! Luchador then follows after him, leaping over. The two disappear for a second from view and Memphis Eel slowly inches his way over, until there’s a flash of a head then a smear of blood on the counter. The fans inch even further away just in pure disgust and fear. “HEY! FUCKER! I’M PINNING HIM!” Luchador barks loudly to the Eel. The Memphis Eel quickly looks over the counter and starts the count- “ONE!” The fans chant. “TWO!” Memphis Eel scoots over to get a closer look but realizes his hand just smacked against the blood. In pure disgust he stops the count and stares, trying to smear it off. “THREE!” The fans go nuts. “WINNER OF THE FOURTH PIN FALL…. IINNNSSSAANNNEE LUCCHHAADOOOR!” Funyon’s happy to announce. Luchador gets up and kicks open the side door, clutching Toxxic and tossing him through it. He lunges at the HGC/ICTV champion but Toxxic manages to throw an elbow to Luchador’s chin! IL reels back and Toxxic grabs him by the wrist, Irish whipping him towards the other side of the room! Everybody again parts like the Red Sea as Luchador is rocketing past them, smacking against and knocking over an icy cold beer stand! Toxxic grunts and picks up a dropped t-shirt, wiping the blood from his forehead, the cut noticeable but not huge. Then he smears the blood around on his chest while cringing with pain. He advances as Luchador tries to pick himself back up. “Well we didn’t put a warning on this for nothing,” Riley mutters while watching Toxxic drop the shirt with disgust. He bends over to attempt to pick up the Luchador but instead gets NAILED with a beer bottle! The glass shatters and the straight edger is dosed in beer. Toxxic swaggers back but the beer now drenching over him and seeping into the cuts provides a whole new anger. He quickly shakes off the attack and watches IL get to his feet. He charges Toxxic with his arms thrown out. The Hardcore Gamers Champion side steps the attempt and hits a rear headlock, smacking his one knee up and driving the other into his neck! The fans boo immensely and chuck various concession stand products at Toxxic. “He’s going for the Detoxx!” Riley roars out with happiness. He suddenly spins IL and himself around, going for the diamond cutter! He nails it with perfection then wastes no time hooking the leg! “ONE!” The Eel counts. “TWO!” “THREE!” “The winner of the fifth pin fall… TTOOOXXIICC!” Funyon declares. “Toxxic gets the second pin!” Comet cries. Toxxic gets to his knees and takes a big breath in, looking down in each direction of the hallway. He sees the entrance to the seats and quickly grabs Luchador. He drags Luchador by his spiked hair and walks. Andrew Rickmen squirms and tries to free himself but can’t. Soon Toxxic is standing in the entrance to the seats, the narrow cement steps clear on the second floor rather close to ringside during the break while two jobbers duke it out. Fans turn around and immediately notice, popping for the fight to come back into the fans! Toxxic then grabs the back of Luchador’s cargoes and the other hand clutched around the back of his neck. Tauntingly he swings the Luchador in the air, “ONE!” “…TWO!” All the fans near the aisle scrunch to the other side. “THREE!” Toxxic gives the Luchador a heave-ho and he finds himself face planting on the cement, bouncing up and falling into the seats! Luchador lifts up his face and the damage is clearly seen as blood comes flooding from his nose and above his eyebrow. “He just threw him like a sack of spuds, no wonder he’s our double champion!” Riley yells. Luchador desperately looks up to the fans in the row for help, who just give bit of a shrug. Toxxic saunters down the steps, getting the fans rallied up. Suddenly Luchador sees the fans in the rows passing back a lead pipe and soon it’s held out in front of IL, Toxxic oblivious to it! He stops four steps above Luchador and Andrew makes his move! “He swings the lead pipe at Toxxic who barely avoids the attack! My God! He just delivered a dropkick right to Luchador! He’s soaring!” Cyclone Comet says in awe and worry. “Well these two certainly don’t mess around,” Riley says. The fans all explode into “HOLY SHIT!” As Luchador flies all the way down to the last few steps the momentum carries him all the way to smacking against the barricade, dropping the pipe along the way. Toxxic continues his confident strut down the stairs picking up the pipe along the way. Luchador’s arms fling up and he grasps the top of the guard rail, trying to get up. Toxxic aids Luchador by tossing the pipe over the barricade and grabbing IL’s legs, flipping him over the railing. He hops over and makes the cover. “ONE!” The fans jeer. “TWO!” They hiss and throw their trash at Toxxic and the Memphis Eel. “THREE!” “Oh that evil Toxxic scores another point!” Comet shouts disappointed. “SCORING THE SIXTH PIN FALL…. TOOXXIICC!” Pissed off he glances down, noticing the pipe’s absence- only to get smacked in the kneecaps with it! The jobbers in the ring stop and stare at Luchador who stands up with a psycho grin while Toxxic is doubled over, clutching his knee. Andrew leaps behind Toxxic and with a giggle puts the pipe horizontally across Toxxic’s throat, pulling back and choking Toxxic! “Eel! Break that choke!” Cyclone demands knowing this is wrong. “Oh shit, IL has snapped, I TOLD you he’d lose it one day,” Riley yells. Thankfully the Memphis Eel reappears from the crowd and breaks the choke hold quickly. Luchador drops the pipe and casually throws Toxxic into the ring. He flops over and wheezes. Andrew stares at the Eel who slowly backs away. The two jobbers stand awkwardly in the ring, unsure what to do. Rickmen hops onto the apron and over, walking up to one. He tears off the jobber’s white tank top and wipes his bloody nose away. To the pop yet fear of the crowd he throws it into the audience. With a simple psycho grin that reveals a bloody tooth-smiled the jobbers are off like a prom dress. Luchador stares and breathes deeply but suddenly hears a chorus of jeers- “IL turns around only to get Hurricanarana’ed by Toxxic!” Comet cries out as Luchador is fling across the ring. Andrew finds himself near the ropes on the opposite side of Toxxic as he grabs the top, beginning to tug himself up. He turns around, leaned against the ropes, right as Toxxic makes the charge! Toxxic leaps out going for a spear but Luchador barely springs out of the way. Toxxic finds himself flying out of the ring and crashing directly into the barricade! Luchador stares down and glances at the turnbuckle and then looking around the packed crowd. He points to the turnbuckle to a massive roar of approval. He cocks his head to his side slightly and begins to ascend up the turnbuckle. He throws up his two arms milk the cheers; bend his knees, and leaps out! Toxxic flops onto his back and stares up at the Insane Luchador somehow drawing the endurance to be moonsaulting towards him! The fans all hold their breath as Luchador comes down for the landing and Toxxic begins to pull his knees into the air- “The Insane Luchador connects just in time!” Cyclone Comet yells over the roaring fans. “He’s got the pin!” “ONE!” The crowd chants. “TWO!” “Come on Toxxic!” Riley encourages. “THREE”! The cheers keep coming in. “GETTING THE SEVENTH PIN FALL- AAANNDDREEWWW RIIICKKMEENNN!” Funyon announces. “Keep counting!” IL cries out. “ONE!” “TWO!” “Come on Toxxic!” Riley screams. “THREE!” “WINNER OF THE EIGHT PIN FALL… THE INNNSSANNNEE LLUUCCHAADOOOR!” The fans all rejoice as Insane Luchador sits back on his feet while on his knees, gingerly touching the wire marks from the burning grease. More blood trickles from the Luchador’s nose and he disturbingly wipes it off on the palm of his hand and gives his opponent a slap to the face, leaving a bloody finger print. He then looks over at the apron and can’t help himself. He crawls over and flips it open, shuffling through the various homemade and unique weapons. Toxxic slowly gets to both knees, one arm on the barricade trying to pull himself up. Meanwhile the Insane Luchador pulls out a crowbar! Andrew turns around and watches the HGC/ICTV champion get to his feet, stumbling for balance. He takes a sloppy swing at the Luchador but again he’s able to avoid it and slams the crowbar against Toxxic’s gut! Toxxic immediately doubles over and Luchador takes a step forward, both hands clutching and raising the crowbar high into the air. But Toxxic has the senses and he throws a tackle to the Luchador! He continues with the assault, driving Rickmen’s back straight into the steel ring post! Andrew grabs his back in agony and Toxxic grabs the back of his head and tosses him into the announcer’s table! “Saw it coming,” Riley groans while moving into safety’s way. Luchador leans against the table as Toxxic charges right at him! But suddenly Luchador rips out the television monitor and swings it at Toxxic’s head! It nails him square in the forehead and Toxxic just drops like a bag of bricks! Luchador wastes absolutely no time with hooking the leg- “ONE!” The fans count along. “TWO!” “Looks like IL scores again!” Comet calls. “THREE!” The fans pop loudly as Luchador gets to his knees and stands up staring at the announcer’s table. With a gigantic arm sweep he knocks everything off the table, leaving it bare. He smirks. “WINNER OF THE NINETH PIN FALL… INSSSANNNEEE LLLUUCCHAADOOOR!” Funyon exclaims. Luchador grabs Toxxic by his strong jaw and tugs him up, shoving him against the table. He uses an open hand slap against Toxxic’s chest, who crunches in pain, leaving Luchador to lock in the headlock and fall for the DDT! He makes another cover! “ONE!” “Man, Toxxic, come on!” Riley shouts. “TWO!” The fans continue their cheering. “THREE!” “Pins coming from the left and the right, it’s not taking much to make these guys stay down! But trust me, there’s still a whole second wind, it always happens.” Comet says from experience. The fans love it. “WINNER OF THE TENTH PIN FALL…. INNSSSAANNEE LUCCHAADOOOR!” IL stands to his feet. Toxxic flops over to his stomach and pulls to force himself up. But he stops and sees a puddle of his own blood dripping from his forehead. He then looks over to his side where the TV monitor’s corner proves it is, indeed, Toxxic’s blood. Rickmen hops onto the apron continuing to smirk while he turns his back to Toxxic, playing up to the crowd. “Luchador has taken the lead with it being four to five,” Comet comments. Toxxic gets to his feet with the blood flowing down his face but it’s obvious he’s very, very pissed off. He stands behind Rickmen and wraps his two arms around Rickmen’s waist and suddenly does an incredible move! He hoists IL into the air and arches over, tossing Luchador through the announcer’s table with a German Suplex! The table seemingly explodes under the weight and the fans are showered with woodchips like fans of Gallagher with pieces of water melon. “HO-LY SHIT!” The fans chant once again as Toxxic whirls around and he hooks the leg for the pin- “ONE!” “BBBBOOOOOOO!” “TWO!” “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” “THREE!” The fans groan. “Winner of the eleventh pin fall, TOOOXXIIICC!” Funyon declares. “It’s all tied up!” Riley squeals. But Toxxic remains lying on the twitching Luchador, who’s desperately trying to get up. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “Keep going!” Toxxic yells. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “ONE!” “TWO!” Luchador questionably throws his shoulder up. “THREE!” “Hey!” Comet cries out again. “Winner of the twelfth and thirteenth pin fall… TOOOXXIICC!” The fans jeers are deafening. “By Zeus, that shouldn’t count, this isn’t right at all!” Comet yells. Toxxic smiles to himself as he pulls himself up, grabbing Luchador. He tosses him back into the crowd. “We’re going for a trip,” Toxxic hisses to the Luchador as he drags him by his shirt collar up the arena stairs as every fan has to resist the urge to just nail Toxxic in the face. “Time for a word from our sponsors! We’re reaching the home stretch of this brutal, enduring match!” Comet says. -Fade to black- -- (The camera comes back to life and the location is obvious they are barely into the backstage area, very close to the ramp entrance. Toxxic and the Insane Luchador are shown again but this time, to the fan’s delight, IL is stomping on Toxxic!) “Welcome back folks! This has been a wild and a show none of us will ever forget! But now with everything being in conclusion we just have to see who will become our new hardcore champion! For the recap Toxxic is in the lead with eight pin falls, needing two more, and Luchador is at seven, needing three more. If you missed it over the break IL and Toxxic got themselves in a new world of trouble brawling into the Window Pain match! Then the two actually got separated for a bit backstage and now they have collided again!” Comet summarizes. Luchador suddenly stops and begins to walk down the hallway just right near the entrance ramp. Slowly he counts the numbers of doors, unaware of following him. Luchador slips into the room, to everybody’s confusion, and Toxxic carefully peaks his head around the corner- only to get nailed in the face with an again gold chain! While Toxxic reels back the Insane Luchador wraps it around his knuckles. He walks and turns his body and hips, hitting the most powerful right hook he can! Toxxic falls from the impact and the Luchador lets the chain slip off his now damaged knuckles. He quickly retreats back into the room. Like a kid trying to find something he tosses various weapon items out the door. Crutches are thrown out, a glass vase, a hammer, and then Luchador emerges with a smirk on his face. He holds a wooden stick with limp rubber flopped to one side, but nails are on both sides of the rubber! Toxxic rolls to his feet, back turned, as he’s now bleeding from the corner of his mouth also! Suddenly he feels a sharp, excruciating pain in his back! Luchador gives a look of shock as he notices the nails on the one side have been driven fully in! He lets go of the handle, letting the weapon hang inside Toxxic. The Straight Edge Extremist turns around to stare at the Insane Luchador a rage in his eyes that IL hasn’t seen before from him. But it doesn’t stop the psycho Rickmen from giving a big wide grin. Comet and Riley are both silent at the disturbing image, droplets of blood already hitting the floor. Suddenly Luchador lunges out to hit a move but Toxxic throws a high knee that smacks IL’s chin! Andrew reels back and trips over the earlier mentioned crutch as Toxxic pulls out the weapon stuck in his back, simply tossing it behind him. In his own psycho state he moves forwards and goes into IL’s proclaimed “treasure chest of carnage.” He reappears with a trash can. “Wait, now, as sick as what IL just did was- you’d think he’d find something better than a trash can,” Riley says. Andrew Rickmen looks up and rolls to his feet, grabbing the glass vase for protection. He throws it at Toxxic but he just ducks and it zooms over his shoulder! The Memphis Eel nearly gets nailed with it but ducks as it shatters against the far wall near the entrance ramp. “You know that could have been an antique,” Riley throws in. Toxxic swings at Luchador, nicking the side of his head, Luchador stumbles back. Toxxic drops the trash can and leaps out, wrapping his arms around IL’s waist. He lifts him up in the classic gut wrench and he walks over to the garbage bin. He drops his opponent into it which causes Luchador to actually cry out in a painful laugh. Toxxic kicks over the trash bin and Luchador pulls his upper body out, his arms and parts of his face, neck, and shirt covered in tacks! While Andrew tries to get up Toxxic grabs the bin and sadistically smiles as he empties the tacks. He then grabs his opponent and lifts him up. For a second the two stare at each other’s battered and bloody faces but neither one wants to stop. Neither one would want to trade all the pain they’ve taken because of the pain they’ve been dishing out. The two collide into a grapple, much to the pleasure of the fans. “This two men… it’s incredible, true competitors. Hatred fuels them… it’s not healthy but it works,” Comet says with a slight sigh. Over the pile of tacks the two grunt while pushing back and forth. Luchador hits a knee and he’s able to lock in the front headlock! “EVENFLOW DDT!” Comet cries out. But before he can even go for the drop Toxxic manages to slip his head away. He stands up and fakes a left punch, causing Luchador to duck down. While ducked down Toxxic nails him with a high knee square in the already encrusted in blood nose! He then turns around, grabbing a hold on the back of his head and leaping out- making sure he clears the tacks! Luchador is planted stomach first on the thumb tacks with the diamond cutter! The fans’ jeer loudly as they hope it would make Toxxic somehow spontaneously combust. “Yes! Toxxic hits the ‘Sobering Thought’ now he’s got the cover!” Riley yells. “ONE!” The fans jeers just keep going. “TWO!” Riley’s cheers can’t be heard over the jeers. “THREE”! “Ha! Count another for Toxxic!” Riley laughs. “Winner of the sixteenth fall… TOOOXXIIICC!” Funyon yells. Toxxic sits up for a second and stares down then quickly hooks the leg again! “ONE!” “IL! IL! IL! IL!” “TWO!” “This could be it, it’s been such a battle, really either man is worthy,” Comet insists. “THREE!” Toxxic shouts. But Luchador’s shoulder flings up and even the Memphis Eel can’t deny it. “This match goes on!” Comet cries out as the crowd goes crazy. Toxxic gets to his knees in frustration and Luchador rolls away! He can’t believe the fighting spirit in Andrew Rickmen and he gets to his feet, letting IL get up too. He charges forwards but Rickmen, more in desperation, just throws a high roundhouse kick! It connections perfectly against Toxxic’s already bloody temple and he’s sent reeling back with surprising momentum! He slams against the wall right next to the entrance ramp and Toxxic looks up with blurred vision, blood and sweat in his eyes. He sees Luchador go back into his little room. Looking down he sees a rather cheap looking wooden crate about Toxxic’s chest size. He grabs it and tosses it up lightly letting the usual confidence take over as he gets a feel for the weight. He slowly stalks up to the door where Luchador’s elbow keeps popping out then jerks back in. “What the hell…?” Riley asks right as Toxxic stands quietly by the door side. He lunges out and- … *VVVVVVVRRROOOOOOMMMMMM* “Oh no…” Comet says. “RRRRAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Luchador comes leaping out with the weed whacker going full blast and in his hands. Toxxic backs away for the first time a look of fear in his eyes. “IL, please, this is going too far!” Comet says and the Memphis Eel sure as hell doesn’t want to tell IL the same. He just wants to keep as far away as possible. Toxxic bravely lunges out, swinging the crate and nailing Luchador in the face! Andrew drops the weed whacker and the thin blades hit Toxxic! Everybody gasps but it only rips open a side of his shorts by his legs. Toxxic stares down in fear, heavily panting before looking even more pissed off than ever. The weed whacker begins to sputter and most -sane- people sigh with relief. He just takes the crate and brings it crash down on Luchador’s head, shockingly enough his head busts through it, leaving Luchador trapped in it! “Yeah, like I said earlier, thick headed.” Toxxic glances down at the weed whacker and then to the Insane Luchador who’s stumbling forward and hitting against the wall just to make sure he doesn’t pass out. Toxxic stares at the weed whacker and his hand slowly feels his back that’s covered in more blood than he imagined. The sticky, crimson red fluid on the tips of his fingers makes the decision for him. He swoops down and picks up the weed whacker, grabbing the starter and priming it up. “Oh sweet merciful…” Comet begins over the humming. Toxxic approaches Luchador whose back is turned, trying to free his head. Everybody all around the nation scoot up closer and stare as the weed whacker comes closer and closer. Finally IL’s head slips out of the box. Toxxic thrusts it out further, the spinning blur only millimeters away from Luchador’s back. Some people close their eyes or turn their heads but others are fixated. The thin, tiny blades eat through Luchador’s shirt and soon collide with his flesh. His body shoots erect and he can’t help but to scream out the most painful yell. He stumbles forwards and he’s smart enough not to grab his back as Toxxic continues to advance. Pieces of black cloth and blood droplets, even the smallest chunks of flesh are thrown into each direction, some even colliding with Toxxic’s bare chest. Luchador keeps staggering forward as the weed whacker just cuts deeper. Blood splats against the walls and Luchador’s screams just continue. “……….Folks…. I’m sorry,” Comet says as he turns his head away. Finally Luchador falls to his knees and the blades knick his neck before Toxxic kills the weed whacker. The shirt only has little pieces here and there, other pieces stuck inside the Luchador. His back is pure red besides a few spots where his own blood or flesh splattered. Even Toxxic has a face of fear as to what he’s just done. “Pin the boy,” The Eel requests as Toxxic drops the weed whacker. He swoops down with his eyes open wide, still can’t believe what’s he’s just done. Luchador flops onto his stomach his face exposed, chest moving up and down heavily, and he grins. “Oh Jesus Christ,” Riley says. IL chokes out a laugh, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Everybody shifts uncomfortably in their seats as Luchador squirms away from Toxxic, leaving a trail of blood like a slug with its trail of mucus. “Luchador, stop, you need to get medical help, now,” A worker says. “The ambulance is coming… we should just call the match…” But the Luchador suddenly stops and it’s silent as he stands to his knees. Then he gets to his feet with that psycho grin plastered on his face. Toxxic looks around unsure what to do so he throws a punch. “Oh let it be over!” Comet snaps. But Luchador just ducks it, grabs Toxxic’s wrist, and weakly Irish whips him onto the entrance ramp! The fans are speechless but can’t help but to watch the Luchador push on. “LUCH-A-DOR!” LUCH-A-DOR!” Andrew comes out on the entrance ramp and Toxxic greets him with a knee to the gut! Quickly he forces Luchador’s head down and hooks both arms up. “Oh come on!” Toxxic gets booed to Hell as he gets ready to nail his finisher, the Toxxic Shock Syndrome! But suddenly the Insane Luchador begins to resists, forcing his upper body up and slowly using all his strength, determination, adrenaline, and insanity to twist the arms so the two are back to back! They stand dangerously close to the considerably large drop off to the side where they extra stuff. The two are paused there, bleeding back to bleeding back, and it’s made obvious the fight with the sacrifice that’s happened tonight. But it’s not over. “Luchador just used the back of his head to nail Toxxic, he’s freed himself! He’s reversed it!” Comet can’t help but to stand from his feet. Andrew Rickmen takes five huge steps back and does a little shuffle before- “IL JUST LEAPED OUT AND HE’S GOT TOXXIC IN THE BULLDOG-” Comet pauses and watches in shock. “THOSE TWO JUST TOOK THE PLUNGE! After this brutality! After all this…” Comet says. The Memphis Eel, SWF employees, and medics are all there. Scared the Memphis Eel forces himself to peer over the edge of the seven-foot drop and there Luchador and Toxxic are- With Luchador’s arm slung over Toxxic’s chest! Memphis makes the decision to make the count- “ONE!” More medics and employees flood out with two stretchers. “This is it!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “Count again!” Comet cries as the fans stand up and try to get the best view. “ONE!” “Yes! IL could have done it!” “TWO!” They all chant. “TTTTHHHHHHHHRRREEEEEEEEE!” “I don’t believe it! IL is our NEW HARDCORE GAMER’S CHAMPION! After such a brutal and sacrificial match it’s all over.” “Winner of the seventeenth and eighteenth fall… AND YOUR NEW H-G-C CHAMPION- IINNNSSSAAANNNNEEE LLLUUCCCHHHHAAADOOOR!” Funyon proclaims to the overwhelmingly happy audience. “The Gauntlet” kicks up but the Commissioner comes out looking enraged yet equally worried, he demands the music’s cut as all the men begin to help out IL and Toxxic. “Certainly a match that’ll be cemented in our federation’s history… I hope these two fine competitors are alright… I’m Cyclone Comet, good night!” -Fade to black showing the chaos to get the two men out-

I did search and read some of the news then some reviews. It seems like a cool game and I have a very hard stomach. Hell I even asked a few people about the game *points to signature* but I'm wondering what you guys overall think if it's worth the money. I haven't really played any games like it, so I'm not sure if I'll like it. Seems like most people enjoyed it or were disgusted by it (which is even better). I figure it's at least worth a rental. Long live ultra violence.

Shit man, I am truly sorry to hear you couldn't show. We were like two giggly girls talking about it a few nights ago in chat. Oh and I'm showing, for the record, I had intentions of showing- besides this stip > any other.

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Yeah Dace, I know, I still live in fear. Maybe I can juice it up or put on some nice blades... oh, and King- yeah, I did it a while back and still regret it. That's why I was poking fun at it.

OoC: Apologies ahead of time. Screw anguish. (For the most part the Wachovia Center is empty. Most wrestlers are taking their sweet time arriving wondering if they can somehow reserve blood transfers due to how brutal the upcoming Lockdown appears to be. However many employees are busy carting around accommodations for the show. Matter of fact two scrawny workers are struggling to move a long, heavy cardboard box towards ringside. They both whine as the ring is being set up and other workers finish up with the barricades). “Man how do these things weigh?” One grunts. We’ll call him Phil. The other shrugs and signals for the other to ease up and the two cautiously let the package rest against one of the barricades. “Way too much,” The other, Rufus, grunts as he jerks his head to the side where many of the same packages rest against the barricade on the opposite side. “How many did you buy?” Phil pauses and scrunches his face. “Shucks, fifty at least," he figures. Rufus’ jaw drops. “Fifty? Christ Phil,” He says as he smacks Phil on the arm. “That’s, like, over a hundred glass panes! They come in packs of two!” “Well let’s get going for the others,” Phil sighs as they walk back up the aisle. Suddenly a head pops up from behind the barricade and the black spiked hair with green streaks showing are a dead give away. Soon half of Luchador’s face can be seen as he glances over the area. He notices nobody else is paying any attention so he quickly shoots out his arms and yanks the cardboard box over the barricade. “Yoink!” He says as he begins to crawl back to the backstage area. The men working on the ring all stop and glance around at each other. “Who yoinked?” They ask as they look for the “yoinker.” After a quick glance around they all shrug and go back to their jobs. -- The Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, walks down the isolated backstage hallways that are barely even lit. He has the cardboard box slung under his one arm and tucked against his side as his left hand fishes out a cell phone. He uses his chin and hands to flip the top open and stare at the digital screen. “Ah what the hell,” He says to himself as he stops in front of an unmarked door. He secures the cell phone with the should-and-ear routine then he fumbles with the doorknob. Nearly dropping his precious package he kicks the door open. … This reveals a room cluttered with various weapons everywhere. He casually waltzes into the room. With a happy grin he slowly drops the package in the only empty corner. He then pauses and dials a number taking a huge breathe in before walking towards the exit, careful not to step on any of the weapons. In an odd way this looks like a solider attempting to cross a minefield. Suddenly there’s an answer on the other line. “Hello?” “Spencer!” Andrew fakes his happiness. “Rickmen… is that you man?” A confused voice asks. “The one and only,” Rickmen snaps back as he shuts the door to his ‘treasure chest.’ “…Hey man, it’s been forever!” He says. “Wwaaayyy too long since the days we rode in Lucky’s car,” Andrew agrees. “You mean we rode in the car, you rode in the trunk. Yeah man, I was going to call a while back but you seemed pretty damn evil and vile on the TV…” Luchador pulls the phone away from his ear. Oh yeah, True Plague, right. “Done with that shtick. Sssooo Spencer, crazy idea.” He slowly walks towards a locker room hallway and takes a right turn carefully reading each sign. Spencer’s pause and sigh could be audibly heard. “Sure, man, shoot.” IL pauses at a doorway and double checks the sign- “Unholy Trinity” He carefully creaks opens the door and peeks in. Luckily none of them are around. He invites himself in and glances over the gloom room. Man this is about as bad as the Clan’s locker room… but there are no sacrifices here. “Still living in Easton, Spencer?” “Yeah, I am,” Spencer says with a hint of worry. “Cool, so you know my old house that that Rex Matthews technically owns for making meth…” Rickmen says in reference to the man who killed his brother, mother, and father yet somehow managed to make Luchador pay protection money to keep his location from being told to every gang member on the East Coast when Andrew turned informant. Spencer coughs. “Andrew, Matthews was killed… remember?” Rickmen holds the phone away from his face again and stares at it as if Spencer could see him. Yeah, I killed that bastard. This was the truth- Andrew did go on a rampage and killed at least four guys that night. Let’s see Nekura top that. Andrew jokes to himself. Funny how multi-talented wrestlers can be. “Oh yeah… served the fucker right,” IL snickers as he nods his head. “Anyway then this is even easier…” Spencer sounds exhausted already. “Just say it Andrew.” “Just go into the house and pick up my stash o’ goodies behind the cabinet with the wooden doorway that slides.” Luchador slowly walks into the corner and glances around for people in paranoia once again. He spots the weed whacker in the opposite corner. Bingo. Spencer’s breath is heard caught in his chest. “Christ, is everything alright?” “I could use some of them… so you know, just drove them down to the arena and then I’ll be happy to pick them up. Free tickets,” IL throws in. “Man there has to be in it for me than that, the cops watch that house.” Spencer rambles as Luchador is too occupied messing with Dace’s weed whacker before he slings it over his shoulder. He can get a new one. “Oh so our friendship has detoriated into this? I have to make it up for you?” IL says trying to sound like Ferris to Cameron. Spencer pauses. “Basically, yeah. What’s in it for me, Andrew?” Luchador walks out of the Unholy Trinity’s locker room and shuts the door. I am going out to grab a drink with Flesher later… “I can hook you up with Alyson Reischl, easily,” IL offers. Spencer pauses and considers. “Really?” “Oh yeah, easy,” IL promises. “…Well… okay…” Spencer says as he quickly hangs up. Luchador grins to himself as he puts back his cell phone. With a weed whacker slung over his shoulder, a bounce in his step, he walks away humming “What a Wonderful World.”

Led Zeppelin 1. When the Levee Breaks 2. Babe I'm Gonna Leave You 3. Communication Breakdown 4. Battle of Evermore 5. Black Dog

MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix ~WHhheee, wow, I'll go with Landon for the shockah~! WINDOW PAIN MATCH Dace Night vs Alan Clark ~Christ'ums. Dace 'cause he's fucking Horrorcore. SINGLES MATCH "The Notorious" John Duran vs Todd Royal ~Could go either way but I'll run with Royal. USJL TITLE MATCH CAGE MATCH "Coyote" Coy West vs Stryke ~Coy's mullet in a freak accident gets caught. I figure he'd rather keep the mullet than win. (Read: Don't know but don't wanna flip a coin). SINGLES MATCH "The Superior One" Tom Flesher vs Ann "Ichiban" Onita ~Taamo. TAG TEAM TITLES Wild & Dangerous vs Aecas and Janus ~Muhahahah, W and D. SINGLES MATCH Edward James vs Mike Van Siclen ~James and is MVS alive? HARDCORE TITLE MATCH PHILADELPHIA STREET FIGHT, THROUGH-THE-SHOW BRAWL Toxxic vs Insane Luchadore ~Toxxic. Should be fun.

One or three.

A trashcan that was used for pissing and puking for a whole week during the summer.

....All I can do is drool. Profusely. Now I need some paper towel. Fucking nice card, Zed.

When the Levee Breaks- Led Zeppelin Kill Everyone- The Casualties

Thanks guys. I'll give rental a shot and then see if it appeals to me. Oh yeah, by the way- I know this isn't the type of game to expect a good storyline but what is it?

I'm expecting Shane or Tevon to take a bullet because the other didn't cover them or messed up on purpose. I love the tension they're building between the two and god I hope that "queen ho" doesn't come back because I couldn't stand her.