The Ill One

If you're booked, you'll get a PM.

No I'm not. Sadly these were all sober thoughts.

(Danny Dagda stands over a mirror with his face inches away, picking tediously in between his teeth. He looks refreshed and revived from the crazy last night as his collared button-down is torn and unbuttoned while his cotton white t-shirt is lazily on. He then rubs his chin for facial hair then shrugs the thought of shaving off. He hunches over the sink and turns on the water fountain, splashing the cold water into his eyes. With a grunt he wipes it off, fully awake now. He stands up straight and cracks his knuckles while giving a sigh. “Lil’ Dag, where are you man?” “Cut it out,” a weak, feeble cry comes out. Matthew Kivell is right below Dag off to the side, hung over the toilet miserably. He coughs a few times but clearing his throat. “I’m not your anything and you know it.” “Well, yeah, I know you’re not anything to me, but I’m your idol,” Dagda insists. Between a dry heave and then a wicked cough with climax to puke chunks he replies, “You’re…” he begins to find himself hurling again. Dagda looks down as he begins to button up his shirt and gives a face of disgust. “That’s wrong, man, wrong. I’d hold your hair up for you but you have a penis not a vagina so nix that idea.” Danny chuckles as he fishes into his pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He laughs as he brings the raised cigarette into his mouth and casually lights it. “You want one?” “No, those make me gag,” he replies with a wet cough. Another unsuccessful heave and he paused. “I think I’m not going to puke.” Dagda brought down his foot onto Matthew’s back. “Good.” He said as he walked on his back and over him to leave the bathroom with a laugh. “You…” He pukes one last time and there’s the final splash. From around the hall Danny asks, “Man, you done yet? We have shit to do, Lil' Dag, shit to do!" Kivell looks up miserably from the toilet and scrambles up. “Like what shit?” “Errands, just errands,” Dagda says. Kivell steps out of the bathroom and hunts down Dagda. He’s curious as he catches up to Danny and asks, “What errands?” Dagda opened the door and breezes by it, nearly shutting it on Kivell. “Do you remember anything last night?” Dagda hisses then regains his composure. He grabs Matthew firmly on the shoulder, squeezing hard, as he guides him around the corner as he takes a painfully long cigarette drag. -- “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” The drunken college group chanted as Danny Dagda had Matthew Kivell hanging upside down by the ankles while the SWF referee was chugging directly from the keg with the hose. Suddenly beer flew everywhere and Kivell gasped while the college students went crazy for Matthew. “That’s how you do it Lil’ Dag!” Danny cried as he just dropped Matthew who grunts and hits the ground with a thump. He looked down and saw his protégé on the ground. “Oops… sorry Lil’ Dag.” He swooped down and scooped Matthew up to his feet and stood him up straight. He gave a hard slap on the chest. “Now time for more lessons now that you’ve drank like me.” He flipped a cigarette into his mouth and offered Matthew one who burped then shook his head no. “I’m not trying to be your sidekick, Danny! I just wanted to sniff Megan Skye’s panties!” Kivell barked. “Hey, I thought I could’ve delivered until Maddix won World- she’s all over him now,” Danny Dagda shot back. “I tried to help you out with Amy and Tine!” Kivell stopped and coughed. He turned his head and burped loudly before looking back at Dagda. “No you didn’t! You told me to ask Amy ‘nice legs, when do they open?’ A-a-a-and then you made me ask Tine to pay the dinner bill so she can get used to having some sort of responsibility that comes with women’s rights. Then you told me…” “So I like to have a little fun!” Dagda cut him off with a drag of the cigarette. He leaned down and got right near Matthew’s face, the cherry of the cigarette dangling over Matthew’s nose. “Now you’re Lil’ Dag, aren’t you?” He asked as he blew smoke out of his nostrils. Kivell gulped. “Yeah let’s go hit that night club you wanted to…” “Damn straight, now have a cigarette. Peer pressure,” Danny said as he rattled the cigarette pack and fished one out for Matthew Kivell. “Hey maybe now you’ve lost your tobacco virginity we can move on to getting laid with the ring rat Misty!” -- “Yeah I remember that but why are you dragging me,” Matthew Kivell pauses before wincing with his shoulders scrunched up. “Can’t you let go of me?” He asks whining. Dagda stopped, sighed, and let go of his hoisting Kivell in the air by the back of his neck. “Better but where are we going?” Danny Dagda slowly counts to ten in his head and says, “Just follow.” He whisks past the turn and walks forward to the arena’s double door entrance into the parking garage. The Newark native speeds up his pace and push the doors open. He looks around angrily and Kivell jogs up behind him. “Who are you looking for?” Kivell asks, short of breath. “Munich.” “Why?” Kivell asks back. “But hey, his car is over there I think.” “Beautiful,” Dagda says and he smirks. “Escort me, Lil’ Dag!” “What? No! Munich is a perfectly good guy! I’m not your little bitch!” “Right, you’re my protégé. Because you worship me, now point me to the car!” “…Danny, I don’t know. Munich has some serious friends,” Kivell says. “What is he in the fucking Russian mafia?” Dagda asks with annoyance. “No.” “Is he in the CIA?” “No…” “Is he representing his hood?” Dagda mocks. “No…” “He was in X-Force Nine, right?” Dagda asks. “Right,” Matthew says. Dagda stops and considers. Then asks, “Well what the fuck do I have to worry about then? “He didn’t do anything to you,” Kivell whines as Dagda drops his cigarette and grabs Matthew. “NOW SHOW ME WHERE THE CAR IS!” Dagda roars like a lion as he loses his temper. He shuts his eyes and breathes deeply. He drops Matthew to his feet. Matthew Kivell begins to sputter out incoherent syllables. Dagda pauses and cocks his head to the side. “English, do you speak it?” “…” “ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT?” Dagda yells loudly as it echoes off the parking garage’s walls. “Just tell me what Munich did and I’ll show you the car!” Kivell caves in. “All that yelling upset my stomach again…” he says with a groan. “Well remember how…” -- “I feel so fucking stupid, you know that!” Kivell complained loudly as Danny Dagda pulled into a parking spot across the street from the night club. He looked down at his clothes, matching identical to Danny, even down to the haircut. “Really fucking stupid!” He drunkenly shouted. Dagda suddenly killed the engine of the black Dodge Durango retail car. He looked over at Kivell and the glare shuts him up. “Let’s try to sneak in through the side door,” Dagda decided as the two got out of the car. They crossed the quiet side-street and snuck past the bouncers at the main entrance then hit the side door. “You open, I’ll do look out.” “Alright,” Matthew said as he began to pry at the door. Dagda looked over to his left and saw an officer walking towards him them slowly. “Whoa, what the HELL are you doing man? Trying to get in without pay, fucking shame on you!” Dagda roared as he did his best to impersonate a bouncer. The officer slowed down and stared. “Yeah I’m going to kick your ass, boy, and then touch myself to Road House!” Dagda continues to roar and glanced back to see the officer convinced. He slowly walks away. “Jesus Christ!” Matthew cried out and wrestled away from Dagda’s grip. “Let’s go.” -- “Yeah well that’s got to do with Munich?” Matthew asks Dagda as he begins to burp. “I just swallowed vomit,” he says. “Beautiful, kid, great but just shut up so I can finish the story.” Dagda grunts as he goes back into his pocket for another cigarette. -- Inside the club the two began to walk around, Matthew Kivell trying to impersonate the looks that Dagda would throw at random women. “You’ve got it all wrong man,” Dagda said as he smirked and nodded towards a blonde from the bar. She began to walk over and Danny glanced over at the drunken Kivell. “You’re on your own, kid.” “Wait, what? I can’t…” Dagda walked up to meet the attractive women and walked away from Kivell. “Great,” Kivell muttered as he turned around, to see one of the most gigantic women staring at him with an innocent smile. -- “Yeah I remember that much! Even drunk that was like screwing Juba the Hut!” Kivell snaps. Dagda cracks up. “Yeah, that was classic. But here’s the part of the story you don’t know.” -- Dagda escorted Tracy, his new date for the night, over to the main bar where they both grabbed a bar stool. The two both ordered Jack Daniels and coke at the same time and Dagda looked over with a smirk. “Oh. My. God. Rum and Coke for you too!” Tracy squealed. “No, actually, I saw you drinking one earlier. But Happy Juice is Happy Juice,” Dagda snickers as he snags the shot and takes it down. Tracy’s shoulders slumped in disappointment but suddenly she looked beyond Dagda and began to freak out. “Oh! My! GOD!” She stood up and quickly walked away giddy like a schoolgirl. “Oh come on!” Dagda groaned as he stood up. “Probably her favorite dance song.” He stood up and looked over just to see Tracy talking to a different man. Like an insult to his dignity Dagda stood up and began to look tough, starting to walk towards Tracy. “Now where did you think you were going?” Dagda jokingly asked her as he stared at the man she was talking to. The dark club means all Dagda saw was a cigarette cherry and a brief glance at his face but it looks all too familiar. Tracy turned around and laughed as she flirtingly hit the man on the arm. “Do you like wrestling?” She asked. Dagda stands there dumbfounded. “Because, Davey, this is Munich! You know from the SWF! X-Force Nine, Munich versus Strangler…” Dagda cut her off. “Danny. I know him.” Munich blew out a stream of smoke. “Hey Dagda…” Tracy stopped and looked around. “Oh. My. God… you two know each other?” Munich stood up from his barstool and this time he smirked. “You could say that. Cigarette?” Dagda shook his head no. “I’ve got my own.” “Alright, so what do you want?” Munich asked with venom. “Nothing man. Watch out for her herpes,” Dagda said as he whirled around and started to walk away. Then he stopped and turned around. “Oh, hey, Laci!” “It’s Traci!” She whined. “Whatever, bite him in the nuts, I heard he likes that.” Dagda laughed as she turned around and looked at Munich with an odd look. Munich growled at Dagda and barked out an insult but Danny was already gone. -- “Well he got the girl, big deal!” Matthew says as he coughs again. “Danny I really gotta’ throw up.” “Hold it Dag’, hold it.” Dagda replies then pauses. “Chew and swallow.” “That’s disgusting!” “Yeah well so where’s his car?” Dagda asks. “No way Danny!” “BAD LIL’ DAG, BAD!” Dagda blurts out as he slaps him on back of the head. “You’re abusive!” Kivell shoots back as he burps again. “Worse than Bing Crosby, now where’s his fucking car?” Danny asks again. “Look if you want to ever have a chance to get laid by a fat woman with a bondage and leather fetish…” -- Matthew Kivell found himself in a cold, damp basement with a red ball gagging his mouth held by a leather strap and hovering above the floor due to bondage chains. He found himself in nothing but a jockstrap and facing the brick wall as the woman behind him stared at her arsenal of sex toys. She carefully began to choose and grabs a frayed leather whip with a grin. Matthew Kivell groaned miserably as the enormous woman began to strut up to him. Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” boomed loudly in the background as the first crack of the whip smacked Matthew’s back. “SAY MY NAME!” Her voice bellowed as she whipped him again. A muffled sentence came out. “What?” “I can’t!” The barely coherent words spilled out. “Oh yeah?” The woman challenged. She smacked Matthew’s back again. “I’m gagged!” Kivell is ready to cry as the woman stops and realized the situation. She smacks him again with the whip. From outside Dagda had tailed the two for his own twisted amusement as he reached the house. He hopped out of the car and knocked on the door, only to hear a muffled scream. “Lil’ Dag!” He breathed. “Ah well, shit happens…” He stepped down from the porch and began to walk along the side of the house, noticing sensual music and then saw a basement window that had its lights on. He bent down and took a peak, seeing one of the most revolting sights he ever could. “Oh come on!” He said as he walked past the next window to the next smaller window. He examined it then with a swift kick shatters the windows. A rancid stench came pouring out and Dagda can’t help himself but to gag. He then slid through the little broken frame and walked towards the Demon’s pit. -- “Now I definitely have to puke!” Matthew groans. “Hey that was all your fault for ditching me too!” He points out. “I can’t believe I’m still talking to you!” “Course you are, you’re Lil’ Dag!” Dagda says. “As I was saying…” -- Dagda tip-toed right towards the entrance of the room only to see Kivell nearly being raped by a plastic mace imitation. He gagged and slowly crept into the room. Glancing over at the medieval wooden bookshelf-o-fun he checks his possibilities. Whips, cuffs, GHB, candles, blowtorch, stuffed dead beaver, and other objects are there. But near the top is the Excalibur of them all- an unrealistically huge, floppy purple dildo. He winced as he drew near and grabbed the dildo with a grimace. He then slowly crept over. “Halt! Who goes there?” The deep voice bellows as she turns around only to see a purple flash and then gets smacked right in the head. She teeters then falls over with a monstrous thud that makes the house’s fountain shake. Kivell turned his head over with his eyes shut and he slowly opened them to see Dagda dropping his impromptu weapon then rubbing his hands on his shirt. Danny looked down and carefully plucked away the small key, walked up to Matthew Kivell and freed him. “You okay?” Dagda asked but realized he forgot about the gag. He ripped it off to let Kivell gasp for air. “I’d say I’m pretty fucking far from okay!” Kivell wheezed. “Yeah, well, let’s get the hell out of here. Smells like piss and KFC.” -- “So you owe me!” Dagda insists as Kivell groans, knowing he’s right. “It’s the blue SUV right over there,” Kivell caves in as the two head towards it. Dagda examines the car then takes out his keys casually scrapping the car while he walks around to inspect it. “Did he leave any doors open?” Dagda asks as he stares into the tinted windows. “He got the girl, big deal…” Matthew says again. “It’s the principle of the thing, plus he smokes those Marlboros 57s. I don’t like him,” Dagda barks. Danny stops at the trunk and hopelessly tries but it opens. He laughs. “So, what to do to this ride?” Matthew shrugs. “We could piss all over it!” “Too gay, too juvenile… think a bit more sinister,” Dagda says. “We could go find some Mafioso’s that could rig it with a car bomb!” Kivell suggests. “…Too Chris Wilson.” Dagda replies. “We could put a rag in the fuel tank then light up the rag then bleed your name on the ground below it!” Dagda lets the cigarette dangle from his mouth as he stares at Matthew. “Too Insane Luchador meets Clan…” “We could steal it then take it down to a body shop and get it painted pink with purple flowers!” Dagda considers then shakes his head. “Too Chris Lowell meets Midnight Carnival. Alright, how about this… I won’t do anything else and I’ll confront him next time I see him.” Dagda gets no response. He turns around to see Matthew doubled over ready to puke. “Shit, wait!” Dagda cries out as he pops open the SUV’s trunk and then grabs Kivell- throwing his head towards it. He makes the Exorcist seem tame as he spews all over the inside of Munich’s rented car. Meanwhile Dagda backs up a bit laughing then gets himself another cigarette. “Try to get the stereo too if you can reach it,” he crackles.

Hmmm hopefully I can get a promo churned out then.

Grateful Dead.

Enjoy. -- Danny Dagda rounds the corner with an impatient grunt backstage in St. Paul, Minnesota. He continues searching within the halls like a child looking for a lost pet; he swoops down and peaks underneath tables, behind a stack of boxes, and even pauses to poke his head into a locker room with the door wide open. Finally he sighs and yells, “Lil’ Dag, Lil’ Dag, where art thou Lil’ Daggy-O!” Danny Dagda snickers at his own wit before he walks down to the hallway with the door slightly opened and a disgusting, thick like syrup, stuck like glue, nasal gasps of air. He winces at the influenza-ridden breath that fills the silence. He walks up to the door and swings it open as Matthew Kivell’s head flops over and hits the cement. “Ow…” The referee looks up with shame and gives Danny a look begging for mercy. “Oh come on now! This isn’t anything to be ashamed of, is it?” Dagda sarcastically asks as he walks up to Kivell and yanks him to his feet. Kivell has a desperate stare in the distance before Danny grabs him by the arms and shakes. “Wake up, Lil’ Dag!” Matthew looks down at his outfit and groans. He wears a tight black t-shirt that has in white print “Program M.W.M.W.” and on the back reading “Lil’ Dag.” His pants are an identical pair to the khaki cargoes that Dagda wears. The referee’s hair is even shortly cut and with the hair gel in an eerie resemblance. “…I told…” Danny cuts him off. “Hey! I warned you that playing me in beer ping pong!” “You said you had no liver!” Matthew Kivell snaps back. “Yeah, but I didn’t buy your damn bridge!” He puffs out his chest in defiance and in triumph. Danny bursts into laughter at the pathetic sight in front of him. “Amusing, just like me.” “You never said you had a formal program!” Kivell throws back. “Hey,” he says, “am I the one who wants a date with Tina, the Technical Writer?” Matthew Kivell nods in defeat then breezes past Dagda trying to evade him. Danny falls behind has to jog up behind him to catch up and he puts a hand onto Matthew’s shoulder, a cigarette cherry dangerously dangling above the shoulder. “I never say I had given up with you. So, first things first- there’s Amy the Company Whore, even Riley had a go at her drunken at the Festivus,” Dagda explains. He steps in front of Matthew Kivell and blows a cloud of smoke towards his face. “Do me proud, Lil’ Dag’!” With that advice he shoves Matthew towards Amy who’s grabbing a cup of coffee. “What the hell are you talking about?” Kivell whirls around. Danny Dagda frowns and stalks up to Matthew, frustrated. He sends a shove to the referee and grabs him by the collar. Like a schoolground bully he tugs Matthew up to his face and growls. “Go fetch me some panties.” Matthew Kivell gulps and walks towards Amy who stirs her cream into the coffee. He tries to walk tough and gets right up behind Amy. He wraps his arm onto her belly underneath her shirt, places a hand on her shoulder, and puts his lips just brushing against her earlobes. “I like my ladies as I do my coffee- cheap, unfulfilling, and leaves a gross film on your teeth,” he seductively whispers. Amy looks down at the hand struggling to get underneath her bra. She takes her hot coffee with its cheap aroma lifting off in steam and splashes it right into Kivell’s face. “Ah! Christ! The Sweet and Low! It Burns! It burns!” Matthew Kivell squeals as he clutches onto his face. Danny Dagda winces in the background and innocently jogs up towards his protégé. When he stands towering over the bent over Kivell he pats him on the back. “First few are always the toughest… you’ll grow immune in time,” he explains. But Matthew Kivell just responds by throwing back his elbow into Dagda’s crotch. “You little fucker!” He growls like a lion and leaps out but misses Matthew who slips backwards on the coffee on the cement floor, reeling back into the boxes. Dagda’s just on the ground in a fetal position moaning, “I need somebody to give my penis CPR!” He slowly flops over and gets up, the two stamp towards each other. They collide chest on and now Matthew sees the obvious problem. He can hardly fight. “Why’d you kick me?” “Where’s your brain!” Kivell barks back in anger. “Why’d you kick me?” “Where’s your brain?” “Why’d you kick me?” “Where’s your brain?” ”I asked you first.” “How can we pick up Sloane Peterson if…?” His voice trails off and he glances off to the side with a smile. “I didn’t hit you, I lightly elbowed you…” He admits. “You hit me. I’m watching your back and now you’ll soon be dealing with more asses than a Sir Mix-A-Lot video!” Dagda smacks Kivell in the check. “Can’t you see? It’s all part of the first step. You haven’t shown acceptance, so I had to reinforce you don’t have a fuckin’ clue what you’re doing.” “Okay! You’re right!” Matthew sighs and glances down as it all pieces together in his alcoholic head the thought swishes around like vodka in the punch. “You’re just showing me how awful I am! I get it!” He smiles and sighs. “Man I don’t understand why nobody likes you Danny…” Danny Dagda smirks and pats Matthew on the back. He pauses and takes a whiff. “Are you wearing Musk?” He asks the referee. “…Maybe… well… yeah, so? Like it?” “No, smells like locker room ass. But regardless,” he continues to lead the walk down the hall. “It’s funny you should say that.” “…Locker room ass?” “…What? No. People not liking me, well, apparently there’s been some talk about, you know, keeping me down.” Kivell looks shocked. “You’re kidding!” Dagda shakes his head sadly, “Nope. No shit, kid. But I can tell you all about that after I demonstrate how to get a phone number.” “Alright, sounds good…” Matthew reluctantly says. “Sounds great!” “Hey hey, enough, this already reeks of a male-male dominance b-grade dorm movie,” Dagda warns. He smirks and fishes out another cancer stick. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” -FIN- That's the second time that Casablanca's quotes have made it into a written promo (I think).

"'F'd in the A" Anyway, I don't see why not. It kind've appeals for the whole "frugile bastard" side.

...Wonder if it'll lead to lemmiwinks return?

I couldn't show this time but I did show last time. You guys should go all read it, cherish it, and uh... *shrugs*.

So, uh, I'm not a huge gamer and overall I'm quite clueless about the systems. So playstation can play games that come with the option online apparently, I guess you'd need an adapter? I've actually googled and couldn't really find that much information that helped. My questions are- Is there a monthly charge and how much is the adapter? Is it worth the investment for a person who isn't a hardcore gamer? How does it work? (You don't have to get all technical, just the basics). What games, if any, are worth playing online? Thanks for anything you can pitch out but two last questions- Is the Playstation Two -slimmer- worth spending the extra money on? What are some games that are a must-have (cross all the genres, I don't mind). Again, thanks a ton.

I tried some, didn't really taste much of the spice. It was alright overall but I actually liked Pepsi Blue. Never got the chance to try Crystal Pepsi, what was it?

Honkey Tonk Women- The Rolling Stones Last Caress- Misfits Ain't Nothing to Fuck With- Wu-Tang Clan Aenema- Tool Iron Man- Black Sabbath All Along the Watchtower- Bob Dylan Crazy Train- Ozzy Officer- Operation Ivy Paint It Black- The Rolling Stones Run To the Hills- Iron Maiden Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana Immigrant Song- Led Zeppelin Kill the Poor- Dead Kennedys TNT- AC/DC The River- Bruce Springsteen Lust for Life- Iggy Pop Okay, some (a lot) are favorites more than greatest.

Mike, consider the idea stolen. Oh and Toxxic- get ready for a coronary attack.

COLD FRONT CLASSIC FINALS 2 OUT OF 3 FALLS MATCH #1 Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix (SWF Intercontinental-Television Champion) v. #3 Sacred ~Christ that's a huge word limit. Anyway, I'll flip a coin. Either way this is a great end to the tournament. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Revolution Zero (Toxxic and Sean Davis, SWF Tag Team Champions) v. Hollywood Boulevard (Ghost and "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez) ~I'll go with Rev0 with the retain. HARDCORE MATCH Danny Dagda (accompanied by the Rockettes) v. Carnage ~Carnage. HOLY HELL MATCH "The Icon" Max King v. Manson v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins ~Damn, that's a sweet stip. King to snag the win.

We have Culvers in Iowa. I wasn't impressed. Oh and I went with McDonalds.

Done and done. Roughly 4k.

My vote was thrown in for the 90%-100%. I've been here a long time now, as have others, and over the course of the federation's duration this hasn't been a real bad issue. There's been times here and there where you gotta' wonder if the bias of the marker and writers will have too much of an influence but that's rarely the case. A lot of it is how the marker's personal preference when it all comes down to it- whatever one seems "best" is the winner. Which means since it's an opinion there'll always be disagreements based on taste. (Yes I am playing role as Captain Obvious right now). I can't think of more than five matches, hell, five circumstances where I wanted to question the booking or marking. Whether it's an outrageous conspiracy theory (Todd marking Spike if I recall correctly) or just somebody bitching (Blazenwing) the marker's job is rarely questioned. Because there hasn't been a need to and when there has been- there's a near lynching (Stubby's removal comes to mind). Now this thread is better suited for this next piece, about the C.C. in general. The biggest concern that comes up on an occasional basis is marker's not keeping up with storylines, etc. Now Stubby was the best example but majority of us have been thrown into a random tag match and you just wonder how the fuck they decided to book it. It happens. From the marker's stand-point, there's a lot of shit to read and that's time consuming. I'm not pointing any fingers but I'm sure some others have felt this way before. It all comes down to markers being in the know and just being fair. I'd say majority of the time it always is fair and the markers have a clue of what's going on (same for bookers). The C.C. have put in their time for the federation just like we as writers have- so we should be every bit appreciative of the work they've done and will keep on doing.

Hey, it's a price celebrities pay- whether it's right or wrong doesn't matter, it's the truth. I glanced into them, you'd have to be a loyal fan to really appreciate it. Oh and Unplugged is my current favorite Nirvana CD.

MAIN EVENT - TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Team ANGER (Christian Fury and David Cross) © vs. Hollywood Boulevard (Todd Cortez and Ghost) vs. Revolution Zero (Sean Davis and Toxxic) ~Todd and Ghost. BATTLE OF THE BEHEMOTHS Carnage vs. "The Icon" Max King ~I'm thinking Carnage will get the win in a close match. OBLIGATORY HARDCORE MATCH FEATURING DANNY DAGDA Danny Dagda vs. Manson Manson. CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins © vs. Kaine ~Spike.

Dace Night is my marker for a hardcore match? Fuckin' right.

Man flying school is a total bitch. Oh and quick, not-quite-related question. Why the hell is my Playstation II not finishing the "reading the disc" now? For all CDs it just doesn't end up finishing the process. Any ideas?

Three Dog Nights- Momma Told Me Not to Come.

Well I guess that finally kills off the American Sweetheart reuinion tour. ...In all seriousness Pete, congratulations and hope all works out well.

Main Event – SWF World Championship Match Toxxic © vs. Carnage ~Toxxic. Cruiserweight Rules Match Kaine vs. Ghost ~Flip a coin. Cold Front Classic Quarterfinal Match! #1. Landon Maddix © vs. #9. Christian Fury © ~Maddix, but I'm rooting for you Fury. Cold Front Classic Quarterfinal Match! #4. Todd Cortez © vs. #5. “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins © ~Could go either way, I'll go with Cortez. Cold Front Classic Quarterfinal Match! #3. Sacred vs. #6. Manson ~Sacred. Cold Front Classic Quarterfinal Match! #2. Max King vs. #7. David Cross ~King. Penn Station Brawl for the Hardcore Gamers #1 Contender Slot Sean Davis vs. Danny Dagda vs. Austin Sly ~Davis. Fury's right, the chances of me showing are about as slim as the Berlin Wall com- wait, oh? Okay. Fuck. I prolly won't show but I can pretend, right?

He's still at large. Oh and Agent needs to encounter a platypus.