Sly

Everyone. Everyone's a prick.

My promo ran twice... that's interesting...

What exactly is wrong with this promo, that makes this guy a 'tool' as you like to call people? It's pretty philisophical, and doesn't really seem to connect to wrestling at all, but I'm sure there's a reason for it, and it's a pretty decent piece of abstract style writing, in fact it reminds me of a decent poem I wrote once <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I think he's tool of the year because this is Bo's second "comeback" this year... the last one went no where. Unless, of course, the promo just sucks balls. I didn't read it.

OAK! OAK! OAK! ... I'm older than ELM~!

This is on about the same level as the rest of your work. Take that as you will.

Toxxic hit it on the head... dream sequence, and such.

I like it.

.... *Cough.*

I don't think I've ever done any good work... but feel free to nominate me, anyways.

So... really... do we have a Hardcore Champion still? Cause... if not, I'd take it... *Shifty eyes.*

Ah shit, burn! ... The Jayson Grant Memorial Trophy - For Wrestler of the Year Toxxic Toxxic Toxxic Toxxic... The Divefire Memorial Trophy - For Comeback Wrestler of the Year ELM The Jay Dawg Improvement Award - For Most Improved Wrestler 3J The Axis Memorial Trophy - For Most Under-appreciated Wrestler Todd Cortez The Rane Memorial Trophy - For Most Impressive Career Ejiro The Fallen Tag Team Trophy - For Tag Team of the Year Munich (Arch Griffon) and Manson (...Manson), just for a switch up. The Midnight Carnival Cup - For Stable of the Year Revolution Zero The Ace of Clubs Trophy - For Heel of the Year Scott Pretzler The William Heartford Trophy - For Rookie of the Year Zyon The Grand Slam Trophy - For Face of the Year Johnny Dangerous

I would like to note that my match was wrote in two hours on the day of the event. So yay for me turning something in even though it wasn't my best effort... something I never did in my last run.

Heil!

The Hville Thugg & Edwin MacPhisto Cup of Champions - For Best World Champion - Toxxic... do I need a reason why? The Fallout ICTV Champion of the Year Award - Landon Maddix, for doing stuff... it was his title for most of the year. The Thoth US Champion of the Year Award - Ace Lezaire, because he was the only one to do anything with the title, and he won it twice. The Andrew Blackwell International Champion of the Year Award - Johnny Dangerous, for being the first. The Grimedogg Hardcore Champion of the Year Award - Andrew Rickmen... because... The El Luchadore Magnifico Cruiserweight Champion of the Year Award - "The Critic" Scott Pretzler, he made the title mean something again by holding it while headlining in a major feud.

Moving this back up because everything falls off my screen after seven days, and I don't know if it does that to y'all as well. For the year end awards, and such...

... and my match is in. Being active in the fed feels strange.

I'm aloooooone....

Blah... *TIGAH DRIVAH to Triple J.*

Drea and I both made it into chat. You should, too.

Yay for being booked in a match I can win. ... If I show.... *Dum dum dummm.*

Smarks Board Name: Sly Wrestlers Name: The Crimson Skull Height: 6' 4" Weight: 285 lbs Hometown: Original - Parts Unknown, Current - Kiev, Ukraine (can be introduced as from parts unknown, now residing in Kiev, Ukraine if you wish) Age: Unknown Face/Heel: Heel, but his comedic actions could probably get face pops... Stable: none Ring Escort: Heff, his EVIL~! assistant. Weapon(s): Any Quote: Looks: His dark hair flows down from the sides and the back of his head. Covering his face is a crimson mask that covers from slightly above his eyes to down to the tip of his nose and around his face. The only thing showing is his mouth. A red skull is centered on the chest of his spandex black shirt, a red cape hangs behind him. He wears a silver belt and black spandex pants. He’s stacked, too. Think of him as every body builder you’ve ever seen, times two. Or maybe one and a half. Intimidating big. Ring Entrance: *Bang* An eruption of sparks flies up from the front of the entrance stage. Out from behind the curtain runs out six women wearing gold, glittering shorts and tank tops. "Everybody dance now!” They begin to freestyle dance, bump and grind, and everything else you can think of as “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now!)” by C & C Music Factory blares over the P.A. system. The Crimson Skull emerges from the back, flanked by his assistant Heff, and walks through the madness on his way down towards the ring. Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 9 Speed: 2 Vitality: 4 Charisma: 5 Style: Big Man, Brawler. He was never trained to be a wrestler… so… he wrestles like that. Signature moves: - Spear~! - Belly to Belly Suplex - DDT - Strong Spinebuster (shake the ring strong) - Double Hand Toss over the top rope - Corner Splash - Big Boot - Bear Hug Common moves: - Punch - Kick - Irish Whip - Headlock - Heart Punch - Kidney Punch - Discuss Double Axehandle - Single or Double Handed Choke Toss, depending on opponent’s weight - Clothesline - Leg Drop - Elbow Drop - Cheating Moves (Low Blows, Eye Pokes, Etc.) Rare moves: - Chokeslam - Frogsplash - Collapse Piledriver - Top Rope Leg Drop Finishers: - Crimson Splash (A top rope splash that sends 285 pounds of flesh falling on you. This is his main finisher, allowing that he can put you down for long enough to climb the turnbuckles.) - Pop Your Skull! (An intense choke hold, named such for the way it looks like your skull is about to pop out. This is easily broken just like any other choke hold, but he’ll defiantly take advantage of it if he ever has a chance.) Notes: He’s a super villain. While he takes himself seriously enough, it’s hard to believe that the rest of the world could ever. Bio: Promos - A Return to Glory - http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/index.php?showtopic=72272 SWF.net Exclusive: Contract Signing! - http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/index.php?showtopic=72359

Chat chat chat chat chat chat! Mushroom! MUSHROOM!

Hey, remember when Revolution Zero used to carry you? (@ Spike, btw)

Yay for me holding titles and beating people as to keep me from just being dust in the wind.

*Click.* "Ooof." "Did you have to just drop me from the harness? The nice thing to do would have been to bend down and let me climb out." Heff says with a spiteful voice, dusting off his clothes after landing face first in the backstage area of Ground Zero. "There's no time for that now, Heff!" The Crimson Skull's voice booms out. "We're on a mission to find Cyclone Comet, so that we may destroy him!" Heff continues to dust himself off as he raises himself to his feet. The Crimson Skull, in one fluid motion, flings free his parka that he'd been wearing (to fight off the cold as he crossed the icy plains of the former U.S.S.R.) to now reveal a broad, rippling chest and a perfectly fit uniform. What? He walked mile upon mile with a 150 pound man strapped to his back. You try it. "Do we have to destroy him?" "Of course we do! First, we must find him, stalk him, and learn all there is to know about him! Then, we shall discover his one weakness whether it be someone he holds dearly to his heart, or maybe even a substance that will remove all of his power! Last, we will set up a complicated yet easily escapable trap that will likely only ensnare you, my assistant, and possibly kill you!" "Kill me?" Heff says with a gulp. "Indeed. But if that's the chance I must take to destroy this foe of mine, then that's the sacrifice I must make!" "But" "Now let us set forth in finding the one they call... Cyclone Comet..." The Crimson Skull thrusts his back against the wall and stealthily moves his way down the hallway. ... in broad daylight... ... with the hall fully lit by ceiling lights... ... and Heff walking casually beside him. "Damnit Heff! Hug the wall!" "This is ridiculous. Everyone can see us!" Heff bites back. "You're going to blow our cover! When you were hired, I was led to believe that you were trained in the art of espionage as well!" The Crimson Skull becomes angry, "Now when I say hug the wall, you hug it!" "What's going on here?" "You've blown our cover, Heff! Remain calm while I neutralize the threat!" "Oh brother..." Heff sighs. The Crimson Skull thrusts his hand forward and into the mouth of an unforeseen bystander. He strains back, gritting his teeth as to apply pressure. Beads of sweat roll down from his hair and over his mask, eventually dropping down off of his chin to the floor below. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" A muffled voice calls out from the side. The camera pans out to see that our super villain's hand has found his way into the mouth of none other than the Suicide King. "I'm neutralizing the enemy?" King reels his hand back and smacks Skull upside his... well... skull. "No... NO!" King corrects his assailant, causing The Crimson Skull to let out a little whimper. "Now... who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm The Crimson Skull! The terror of Europe, perhaps you've heard of my work?" "No." "I..." "No." King cuts him off again. "Now why should I care?" "I've come to this place to find 'Cyclone Comet'. I must engage him in a battle that will likely effect the world as you all know it, for after I have robbed the last breath from his lungs I will be virtually unopposed in my plans for world conquest! Mwahahaha... mwahahahahaha!!!!" "Comet isn't here. He's in Las Vegas." "But the television said he'd be here!" Skull snaps. "Scheduled to appear? He..." "Damnit!" Screams The Crimson Skull before quickly grabbing a chair and launching it towards the wall. It barely misses Heff's head! "Whew... looks like I should've packed a change of pants..." Heff mutters. "He did this as a trick to draw me in! This Cyclone Comet is an even more worthy adversary than I had previously imagined... I will have to reformulate my plans! Victory shall be mine!" "Look," King levels with The Crimson Skull, "if you want to get close to Comet then you're either going to have to start buying tickets to the shows or sign a contract to wrestle for us, and even at that I can't guarantee you that you will get a chance to even face Comet." "I have no time for contracts! We must get back to our secret lair and begin plotting our plans for world domination!" "We don't have a secret lair." Heff chimes in. "To our... mysteriously disguised laboratory hidden deep within Kiev!" "We don't have one of those either." "To our fashionable apartment on the upper east side!" "Nope." "... to the van?" "That's more like it." Heff says with a grin. "To the van!" Skull booms. "Wait... are these crab cakes?" "Yes." King drudgingly answers. "And they're FREE?!" He turns to the table and begins to woof down the seafood treats, allowing Heff to step in, and with a smile says... "Now... what about this contract?"