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“Hello, fans across the globe and welcome back to Storm! As always I’m your host, Mak Francis alongside Suicide King and we’ve got a treat in store for you today.” “Mak, don’t give the people at home misconceptions. This upcoming match isn’t a treat, it’s a travesty that we’ve got sit through and call.” “This match was announced during the SWF’s Preeshow, as we’ve got the Bermani Cross Wizard up against the newest rookie of the SWF, Ricky Barbosa!” “He’s so just stealing the name from that captain in that pirates movie of that company that sponsor’s you know who.” “You obviously haven’t done your homework, King. As that’s Ricky’s real last name. Oh and his favorite wrestler is the Happiest Man On Earth.” “…that’s a joke, right?” “Nope. If you caught the Pree Show, you would’ve seen it all first hand. Although, you could’ve also read his stats and bio beforehand; which states that he’s the president of the Alan Clark Fan Club.” “I knew that feeling of calling in sick today and not following through would come back to haunt me.” Night of fire!!! The Niko composed theme blares throughout the HSBC arena. Fans get charged up as they realize who’s about to make his way down to the ring. FIRE! BOOM! Pillars of flames light up the entrance way and just as swiftly disappear. With the disappearance of the flames, out trots the one and only Ced Ordonez. Not wasting any time, he immediately jogs to the ring . “The following singles match is scheduled for one fall!” Ced slides into the ring and heads for the far turnbuckle.. “Hailing from Sacramento, California…” He riles the crowd up by raising a fist upwards to the sky… “At 5’9 and weighing in at 209 lbs…” Before hoping down and starts stretching… “He is the Bermani Cross Wizard!” While waiting for his opponent for the night. “CED ORDONEZ! There is a slight pause as the lights return to normal and Funyon gathers his breath for the next introduction. The crowd waits in anticipation for the second participant of this contest. Carry on my wayward son… There will be peace when you are done… Don’t you cry no more! ”Great, he really is a Clark mark.” Everyone within the HSBC Arena are confused with this turn of events and as the rifts of “Carry On My Wayward Son” play on, they wonder who would be using this as the Happiest Man on Earth is not. “Introducing the newest member of the SWF!” Soon that person steps out from the entrance way, and upon exiting he pauses for a moment as if to take in the site of the packed crowd. “Hailing from the City of Champions…” Wearing the same styled clothes that Clark wore in his days as a Wayward Son, it just simply doesn’t seem to fit the rookie’s own body frame which is pretty skinny but athletically toned. Interestingly, his long red hair is tied into a ponytail with a purple ribbon and his blue eyes seemed to express his absolute sheer horror at being in the ring in front of the sold out crowd, but also the inner fire of having some fun. All of which gives him a distinctly cute and girlish look. ”You can’t tell me that’s a guy.” ”Yes he is, King. ”At 5’11 and weighing in at 180lbs…” ”That’s a girl pretending to be a man. The young man jerks back suddenly, just realizing he isn’t even anywhere near the ring with the announcing almost finished. He makes a beeline for the ring, sliding in and whipping off his cowboy hat and leather trench coat over the top rope and onto the floor. ”Seems like Ricky forgot that there was a match to be had. ”There is no way that this freak is a guy. ”He is Ricky Barbosa! Each combatant steps away from their respective corner and begin to draw closer. As both approach the middle of the ring, referee Nick Soapdish goes to motion for the bell, but a quick wave of the hand from Ricky makes him hold up. “And this rookie already is terrified at the lowly presence of Ced Ordonez. Ha!” “I don’t think he’s intimidated by Ced at all, King.” Puzzled by this hesitation, Ced warily studies the youth as he continues to approach. With nothing but an honest smile, Ricky extends his hand in order to old veteran before the bout actually begins. The crowd cheers as Ced slowly makes a move to take it and finally does. “Looks like he just wanted to show his respect.” “Would you want to have this kid’s respect when his idol is Alan Clark?” “Well…” “My point exactly.” DING! DING! DING! At the sound of the bell, each rival circles the other. Both trying to gain or seize an opportunity of a different kind. Ricky looks to see a slight lapse in athletic ability as he has the advantage in that category, while Ced tries to gain a psychological advantage as he has more experience in the ring. “Just from this I can say I wish Ced would go back to being a ref because he’s a has been and frankly this kid should be going to some special college to help him with his mental problems.” “I would say both men are sizing each other up and looking for a show of weakness. However, even I agree that something has to give.”[/b] The veteran finally tires of the circling as well, as he stops and raises both hands skywards while telling Ricky to come on. As Ced holds his hands up high, Ricky shakes his head slightly while frowning slightly. The teenager knows that he’s not as strong as Ced and that this would likely backfire and almost turns him down. But the crowd begins to jeer at him to do it. “Will we see a test of strength? The crowd’s practically begging him to do so.” “If this kid’s as stupid and annoying as he’s proving to be: yes.” With the throng of the HSBC Arena beckoning him onward, Ricky grudgingly locks up with Ced. At the very beginning both men seem to be equal, but the expert grins at the kid and adds an extra force of strength that soon has Ricky wincing in pain. “Not a very smart move by Ricky and now Ced has the advantage!” “Why would a toothpick like him even think he should attempt that?” “Because he respects the man that taught his idol a lot?” Releasing Ricky’s right hand, Ced grabs ahold of Ricky’s left with both hands and whips him towards the ropes. On the ensuing rebound, Ricky leaps off the ground and spins around in mid-air. WHACK! ”Spinning wheel kick by Ricky! Using his speed he’s managed to quickly turn it around!” ”Well, he’s quick, I’ll give him that. Not anywhere near Wildchild’s speed. Ricky watches as his opponent tries clearing the cob webs out of his head. He bids his time and doesn’t strike right away. Clearly looking for the perfect moment to do whatever it is he has planned next. “Hey, rook. He’s right there just asking to be hit. Go over and pummel him to death.” “Perhaps he’s got something else in mind King?” “Hopefully suicidal, because if this was anyone else in the federation, he’d be eaten alive by now.” That perfect moment occurs as Ced finally gets to a seated position. With his opponent where he wants him, Ricky makes a mad dash for the opposing ropes. Rebounding off, he takes about three steps before taking huge leap and letting his airborne feet connect directly with Ced’s face. “And there’s an impressive diving front dropkick from I’d have to say a good six feet away, folks.” “It was only three at best Mak. Don’t inflate the kid’s ego.” “I doubt he even knows what one is.” Ricky quickly gets back up onto his feet and is off and running towards the ropes once more. Bouncing off of them, he tumbles forward into a few short rolls before launching himself up and into the air. Only to land back first onto the chest cavity of the Bermani Cross Wizard. ”So early into the match, but we’ve already got Ricky busting out the Tumbleweed!” ”What kind of name is that for a Rolling Senton?” ”And there’s Ricky with a pin attempt!” ONE! KICKOUT! Ricky immediately gets up and takes the prone body of Ordonez with him. Ricky wraps his arm around Ced’s neck and places the veteran into a front face lock. Raising one hand up and outward, he gives a thumb up signal to the crowd, before turning it down. As soon as his thumb hits the bottom, he falls backwards. This allows gravity do its nifty thing of dragging things to the ground, as well as make Ced’s head go splat against the mat. “DDT by Ricky and now another pin attempt!” “That won’t put someone like Ced away, especially just after the previous pin.” ONE! T-KICKOUT! “This kid is should be trying to do more.” “I think it’s a fairly well thought out strategy, to be honest.” “Thought out what? Hit Ced with a move and go for repeated covers?” “Yes, because you never know when you’ll win a match.” During King and Mak’s banter, Ricky starts complaining to Soapdish that the count was too slow. Bewilderness clearly shows on Nick’s face as he has a rookie complaining not about a three count missed, but a two count of all things. “He’s arguing about a one count not being a two count. Wanna defend that?” “I’m kinda scratching my head on that one myself, King.” Using the insane complaint as a time to recover, the veteran manages to stagger to his feet. During the middle of his argument with Nick, it dawns upon Ricky that he has been letting his opponent get a second wind. With that in mind he quickly goes back over to Ced and Irish whips him across the ring. “And with that, looks like Ricky’s going for the speed again!” “If he continually goes for the gas, he’s gonna crash and burn-” As soon as he sees Ced’s about to hit the ropes, the youngster takes flight to land yet another front dropkick However, Ced wraps both of his arms around the top rope and watches the impending car wreck unfold. THUD! “-just like that! Time for Ced to take this brat to the woodshed!” “I think you’re right about the world of hurt that’s about to happen.” Reaching around to his aching back, Ricky grimaces at the awkward landing of his own doing. With his focus clearly on the pain and getting up, he doesn’t see Ced before him. Or the incoming roundhouse kick. KERWACK! “If I hadn’t seen it, I would’ve sworn that Ced’s roundhouse was a gunshot.” “Did you see the way the punk dropped as if it was? I loved it!” “And Ced’s going for a pin!” ONE! The right arm of Ricky’s comes soaring off the mat in a hurry, even though his eyes look a little hazy. Ced looks a little impressed at the dazed youngster for realizing he was at least on the mat. “After a shot like that, I though it would be over, King.” “I was hoping it had, Mak. Then we can move onto something worthy of my time. Like our new World Champion!” With his opponent lying prone, Ced climbs the turnbuckle and heads for the top. Perched above, he waits as Ricky slowly starts getting to his feet. Clutching at his throbbing head, Ricky’s back is turned towards Ced as he rights himself. “Now it seems its Ced’s turn to go in full flight! And Ricky’s got no idea of what’s coming!” “I almost feel sorry for the poor freak, but at least I won’t have to worry about the bad taste in my mouth I’m getting from calling this.” CED! CED! CED! The horde of fans at the HSBC Arena cheer on the Bermani Cross Wizard as Ricky starts to turn around to where Ced is waiting for him. The moment the kid’s face can even be slightly seen from the turnbuckle, Ced leaps off of the top turnbuckle and towards Ricky. But as soon as Ced leaps, he realizes that Ricky’s blue eyes aren’t dazed at all but instead focused and very aware of what’s going on. It becomes even more painfully obvious as Ricky dodges away and returns the favor to the veteran that was originally done to him. WHAM! “The rookie dodges the missile dropkick!” “He just got lucky… He couldn’t’ve have realized where Ced was.” Not wasting any time to capitalize, Ricky lifts Ced back up into a standing position. Taking his right arm and hooking it across his opponent’s chest and clasping his hand at the base of the neck, Ricky tosses Ced’s left arm over his own shoulder. Taking but a brief moment to make the positioning is secured, the rookie lifts Ced up and falls forward driving his opponent to the mat. THUD! “The Rife Assault! Ricky just hit the Rife Assault! Pin attempt!” ONE! “That seriously better not be his finisher or the lame… I mean name.” TWO! “KICK OUT, YOU STUPID REF!” THREE!!! “Carry On My Wayward Son” starts playing over the PA. “And with that, it looks like the newest rookie of the SWF is off on the right foot. We’re heading to commecerial break, but stay tuned folks as there’s more exciting action coming your way!”

Cut backstage to some locker room, where Nighthawk, Jay Hawke, and Falcon are all seated. None of them look like they're happy a very happy New Year so far, but what the hell, it's early yet. At any rate, it looks as though Hawke is going to do most of the talking. Hawke: "2006 has come and gone, and we move into a new year. A new era. See, 2006 had its share of positives. The Predators were finally reunited after a long hiatus and set the tag team division on fire. Yours truly single-handedly help give this company some of the best TV rating and buyrates it has ever seen. But 2006 also had its negatives. It had me losing the International Championship. It had this company push us both down the tag team ladder as soon as it decided it wanted to cast us aside. And that is all going to end here. "See, at this time of year, everybody makes 'resolutions' for the new year. Things they claim they are going to do to better themselves. Well, The Predators don't make resolutions. We set goals. And when we set goals, we achieve them. And we're here to set two goals right now. Our goal as a team in 2007 is to win the SWF World Tag Team Championship, and let's face it. We are by far the best tag team the SWF has seen since WIld & Dangerous broke up, so there's nobody here who can really touch us. Isn't that right, Nighthawk?" Nighthawk says nothing, instead just looking straight at the camera and nodding. Hawke: "And my personal goal for 2007? I am guaranteeing right here in this city of non-champions, Buffalo, New York..." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hawke: "I am guaranteeing that before the year is out, I will do something that the Buffalo Bills will never be able to achieve ... I will become the World Champion." "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hawke: "I don't care if it's Gabriel Drake. I don't care if it's my former partner, JJ Johnson. I plan on winning the Clusterfuck in four weeks and earning that World Title shot at From the Fire. And while I hope that I don't have to take out my partner here to do it, if it comes down to that, so be it." Nighthawk: "I'd expect nothing less. No worries." Hawke: "So consider this a notice. 2007 is going to be the Year of the Predators. You can take that to the bank."

FADE IN… No big explosions tonight, as the disembodied voice of ‘The Franchise’ Mak Francis rings in the SWF New Year! “Fans we are live in the sold out HSBC Arena, here in Buffalo, New York and welcome to SWF Storm!” Mak Francis announces. “I’m Mak Francis, here alongside the Suicide King and we’ve got a hell of a show in store for our first of the New Year!” “Tom Flesher speaks out in his return to his hometown of Buffalo, New York, at the top of our second hour!” King proclaims. “And I’m sure the Superior One will give some new years resolutions to shrive for, even though we mere mortals can’t hope to achieve our own meager pledges!” “Right.” Is the Franchise’s clipped response to that one. “We’ve also got the new number one contender to the SWF World Title in action and on the mic… ‘Mr. Cold Front Classic’ himself, JJ Johnson!” “Speaking of the World Title, Francis, we’re going to open 2007 with a celebration that’ll put New Years in Times Square to shame!” “And with that eloquent segue, it’s now time to…” Francis begins, seemingly disgusted with what he has to say next, “pay our respects to the new World Heavyweight Champ, who in something of a shocker dethroned Michael Stephens in the last SWF match of 2006.” “Shocker my ass! You people are all fools, because I made more money on that match than betting against those Boomer Sooners in the Fiesta Bowl!” King declares. “And I’m sure the champ loved watching the Capital One bowl just as much as I did! Georgia kicked ass and took names… Puppy Power!” While Mak ponders on if this King has been replaced by another, more ‘puppy’ friendly one, the camera cuts to the ring where everyone’s favorite lanky snack treat sits at the ready… “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” Funyon booms, having to shout to make himself heard over the deafening jeers in the enclosed area, “please welcome your NEEEEEEWWWWWWWW SWF World Heavyweight Champion… the ‘BEAST’, GAAAAAAB-RI-EELLLLLL… DRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEE!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, the Smarktron flares to life, flashes from The Beasts debut vignettes splashing across the screen, as the deliberate strum of ‘The Devil’s Rejects’ begins to build to a crescendo. Gabriel Drake’s two cold hazel eyes stare out from the Smarktron, an amused sneer crossing his face for a second before one hand reaches out and grips presumably the camera. The picture shakes violently, then blurs and cuts to black as the camera is apparently thrown into a wall. Meanwhile, the slow melody continues and the atmosphere is even amplified by the eerie menacing blue light and the flickering of several white strobes cutting across the darkened arena, until finally… “JAAAAAIIIIIL-BIIIIIRD!” …through all the bright lights, glitz and glammer; face framed by his black hair with white highlights… “JAAAAAIIIIIL-BIIIIIRD!” …with the newly won SWF World Title wrapped around his waist… “JAAAAAIIIIIL-BIIIIIRD!” …Gabriel Drake himself appears through the curtain. “I am the bad one… Distant and cruel one… I am the dream that, keeps you running down!” Hearing the opening lyrics of the Rob Zombie song, Drake pauses on the stage for a moment, looking around the arena spotting each and every single fan attempting to taunt him as mercilessly as they can! Gabe smiles wide and then proceeds to saunter down towards ringside. “His music claims he’s a bad guy and I’d tend to agree.” Mak Francis starts. “He’s violent and cruel, but hell has officially frozen over because he is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion…” “With distraction… Violent reactions… Scars of my actions, watch me running out!” The Smarktron behind him continues to flash scenes from famous wars and bits of destruction while showing him hitting a Musclebuster on Michael Cross, twisting Akira’s broken body in the Spite and Malice and deforming Landon Maddix’s feature by tossing him into a Steel Cage interspersed… “HELL DOESN’T WANT THEM! HELL DOESN’T NEED THEM! HELL DOESN’T LOVE THEM!” …Until a final picture of the newly infamous leap off the second rope with Michael Stephens in tow, compacting his jaw with a sickening Mark of the Beast! Now at ringside, Drake gets to the ring steps and bounces on his toes before high stepping up the stairs and onto the apron! Walking to the center, he brings his hands down to frame the World Title on his waist and leans back, living in the moment! “The Devil's Rejects… The Devil’s Rejects…” The music slowly begins to fade, as Gabe wipes his feet before swinging his legs through the ropes. Standing center ring, he takes the microphone from Funyon who beats a hasty retreat! Shaking out his arm with the mic, the crowd continues to boo while Gabe shakes his head and waggles his finger then waits for a second, letting the crowd settle somewhat before pointing up… …Cue the big explosions that were missing earlier… *BANG! BANG! BOOM!* *BUH-BUH-BUH-BUH-BOOOOOOMMM!!* *FWISH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* *FWISH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* *FWISH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* *KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* “HAPPY NEW YEARS!” Gabe shouts his smile larger than life. “Come on—sing along people!” Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns bellows out of the PA system, causing the crowd to boo even more heavily! Then suddenly, as Drake seems to be warming up his voice, a torrent of confetti falls from the rafters floating down over the audience and covering them with the celebratory paper!! “What the hell is this… a ticker-tape parade?” “This is freakin’ BRILLANT!” Bringing the mic up to his lips Gabe and King (and Gabe and King only) begin to sing- “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !” -and as you would expect the crowd will have no part of it! Drake, probably because no one knows the rest of the lyrics to the song, stops his dulcet tones and signals for the music to be cut. “Check out the name plate boys and girls, cause it’s official…” Drake starts pointing to the plaque on the World Title. Slowly dragging his finger underneath the brand new nameplate with his name “Gabriel Drake is the man!” Buffalo didn’t enjoy his little parade too much so- “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” -he is bombarded with a new wave of vicious chants meant to shut him up!! Drake looks mock affronted as he acts as if he’s brushing away a single tear and then goes to speak again- “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” -only to get it louder and harder than before if that was possible!!! “Heh, these fans won’t even let the new champ get a word in edgewise!” “Don’t think you can get to me tonight!” Gabe shouts over the crowd. “I’m your World Heavyweight Champion and as such I can just sit here until you decide to shut the hell up because I run this joint!” …And then Drake literally sits in the middle of the ring! “You’ve GOT to be kidding me?!” The crowd would tend to agree with the incredulous Mak Francis: “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “YOU SUCK!” “Why?” King asks. “If these peons can’t respect their World Champ then they should be taught a lesson!” “He’s basically decided to hold the arena hostage, King!” “And your point is…?” The fans continue to jeer for a good minute and thirty second, but as Gabe begins to check his fingernails and nobody is doing anything to stop him most of them start to quiet down. The rowdy remnants of the audience that won’t give up just keep on booing as best the can. Finally, after another full minute of nothing but Gabe drawing in the confetti, all but a lone voice quiet down. “NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!” “Oh, you’ll care!” Drake says shouting down the lone heckler. “And you’ll listen to every word and like it, because I’m the man around this joint! I’m the NEW World Heavyweight Champ and I’ll sit right here until I have my say!” Finally, the crowd quiets as completely as it’s gonna’ get. “Thank you.” Gabe starts. “As I was saying it’s been a long time coming, but I finally made my dreams come true! I don’t even need a New Years Resolution because I’ve accomplished the one thing I set out to do. Prove that Toxxic is not the best this business has to offer!” “When I grabbed him from that top rope and drove his jaw into my shoulder it was nearly five years in the making! Five years worth of broken promises and backstabbing were finally paid back in full and even though Livvy and Karl couldn’t be there to see I know their thoughts and prayers were with me!” “This from the guy that attacked Livvy Luscious in her only referee appearance here in the SWF and many people believe broke Karl Winter’s leg…” Mak’s comment seems to be on the button, as the disingenuous tone from Drake would indicate. “I had a little run-in with the former World Champ earlier today and he had the nerve to say that the world doesn’t stop when I say so… well I think I just proved him wrong!” Drake says, laughing at his show of power over the crowd. “I heard that cripple at the announce table coined the phrase that this is the Year of the Beast. I like that. I like it a lot, because I’m finally through chasing Toxxic and it’s finally all about m-” “RRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” The crowd quite simply explodes at the thought of somebody out here to shut Drake up!! And that man they’re heralding is none other than JJ Johnson!!! “Uh-oh!” Drake says simpering. “Oh no, here comes Mr. Number one contender himself. So what, you won that joke of a tournament the Cold Front Classic! The only reason you won was because I was too busy winning the World Title to actually bother with it!” “A little bit of revisionist’s history.” Mak notes as JJ continues to walk down the ramp with a purpose, his eyes pointing straight ahead on the World Title belt and only the World Title. “Haven’t you ever heard the term history is written by the winners?” King retorts. “Well, who won and who lost, Francis?” “You think you can intimidate me you vanilla midget!” Gabriel shouts out as the crowd all applaud Johnson’s attempt to stop this hostile takeover. “I’ve had this happen before.” JJ slides into the ring and pops to his feet, not a motion wasted or a word said. Standing face to face with the Beast, Johnson tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at the World Champ’s taunts. “I’ve had people try to come out and interrupt me and it didn’t work out so well for them at the Pay-per-view,” Gabe relays, sticking a finger in Johnson’s face, “so I suggest you go get ready for your match and think up some scary speech for the House of Marvelous cause I don’t sweat you one bit!” The crowd decides to voice their opinions on the matter: “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” “Yeah,” Drake sneers, lowering his eyes to the belt JJ’s eyeing up. Gabe laughs, polishing the nameplate while scoffing in the face of that threat, “I’m sure he’ll really kil-” *CEEEEEE-RACK!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Down goes Drake, falling to the canvas like a ton of bricks, while JJ just stands over him! Looking down, Johnson shakes head and then immediately turns his back on Gabe, walking out of the ring! “He can’t do that!” King screams, as JJ steadily walks up the ramp, his eyes still staring straight ahead. “HE CAN’T DO THAT!” “I think he just did, King!” Mak crows. “With one elbow the new number one contender has done what everyone in this arena wanted to do. Knock Gabriel Drake the fu-*bleep* out!” As JJ walks through the curtain the only thing Gabe can hear is the crowd: “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” “JOHNSON’S GONNA KILL YOU!” But they got it wrong. Sitting up red faced, from embarrassment or anger no bodies quite sure, Gabe slowly massages his jaw and is the only one who looks like he’s going to kill someone as we: FADE…

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF STORM Live, Wednesday, January 3, from the HSBC ARENA in BUFFALO, NEW YORK! (7pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) (Send all promos/marked matches to Ace309) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Pre-intermission Promo: Tom Flesher -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Opening Promo: SWF WORLD HEAVWEIGHT CHAMPION GABRIEL DRAKE! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- That's right, it's a promo show! After Crimson Yuletide, the SWF superstars have a lot of business to cover, so Joe Peters has gone ahead and given everyone the option of coming to the ring and saying his piece! If, of course, some rivals still have scores to settle, then the ring will be available.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF STORM Live, Wednesday, January 3, from the HSBC ARENA in BUFFALO, NEW YORK! (7pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) (Send all promos/marked matches to Ace309) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- MAIN EVENT: In the House of Marvelous, JJ Johnson, Mister Cold Front Classic! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Pre-intermission Promo: Tom Flesher -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- In the ring, JJ Johnson~! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Opening Promo: SWF WORLD HEAVWEIGHT CHAMPION GABRIEL DRAKE! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- That's right, it's a promo show! After Crimson Yuletide, the SWF superstars have a lot of business to cover, so Joe Peters has gone ahead and given everyone the option of coming to the ring and saying his piece! If, of course, some rivals still have scores to settle, then the ring will be available. If you want a match, go ahead and book it. Otherwise, I'd like to see a promo from everyone this time around.

RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR TOUR 2007 January 3 - SWF Storm, Live from the HSBC Arena in Buffalo, New York! January 10 - SWF Storm, Live from Madison Square Garden in New York, New York! January 17 - SWF Storm, Live from the 1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland! January 24 - SWF Storm, Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia! January 31 - SWF Clusterfuck, Live from the MEMPHIS PYRAMID! Tour Name and Locations TBA February 7 - SWF Storm February 14 - SWF Storm Februaty 21 - SWF Storm February 28 - SWF Storm March 7 - SWF Storm March 14 - SWF Storm March 21 - SWF Storm March 28 - SWF From the Fire Tour name and locations TBA April 4 - SWF Storm April 11 - SWF Storm April 18 - SWF Storm April 25 - SWF Storm May 2 - SWF Storm May 9 - SWF Storm May 16 - SWF Storm May 23 - SWF Storm May 30 - SWF 13th Hour WORLD TOUR LEG ONE: ASIA AND AFRICA June 6 - SWF Storm June 13 - SWF Storm June 20 - SWF Storm June 27 - SWF Storm THURSDAY, July 5 - SWF Lockdown: Tribute to the Troops (tape delay) July 11 - SWF Storm July 18 - SWF Storm July 25 - SWF Storm August 1 - SWF Ground Zero WORLD TOUR LEG TWO: EUROPE August 8 - SWF Storm August 15 - SWF Storm August 22 - SWF Storm August 29 - SWF Storm September 5 - SWF Storm September 12 - SWF Storm September 19 - SWF Storm September 26 - SWF Storm October 3 - SWF Genesis VIII HOLIDAY TOUR October 10 - SWF Storm October 17 - SWF Storm October 24 - SWF Storm October 31 - SWF Storm November 7 - SWF Storm November 14 - SWF Storm November 21 - SWF Storm November 28 - SWF Storm December 5 - SWF Storm December 12 - SWF Storm December 19 - SWF Christmas Pay Per View

Have I mentioned that I love the irony of a Disney-sponsored wrestler being a heel?

We were actually talking about doing a South American tour, a la the tour we took of Canuckistan last year.

CFC Finals are up~!

I gave Clark advice, so I can't mark that match

Annnnnnnnd happy birthday to Lightning Flik!

Promo show on the 3rd.

Victor Herzog vs. Insane Luchador ~ Well, it’s a match, and it sets up the Canadian Deathmatch at the PPV. Alan Clark in the back ~ Sets up a contingency plan for the PPV, which is rare, and it justifies Clark’s participation in the triple threat. Here’s hoping it gets written well. My own match ~ It’s a shame this was a no-show. Clark vs. Zyon ~ Clark was surprisingly resilient here. It was a Perfectly Acceptable Implementation of Zyon going to the well one too many times, though. Congrats to Clark for winning the Cruiserweight Title again. The House of Marvelous ~ Straight singles, huh? Interesting. This is going to be a great match to read – lots of potential for psych. Jay Hawke forfeits ~ This is a shame. I was hoping to see Hawke being as sneaky and cowardly as he could in this one. JJ Johnson vs. Dev Benson ~ It’s a shame this was a no-show. Akira vs. Johnny ~ It’s a shame this was a no-show. We’re all saving up for the PPV, right? RIGHT?!

Relevant rules have been added. A Canadian Death Match has only one rule: 'Tom wins.'

Sometimes there's just not much to be said. I felt like Mike just outwrote you on that one.

Yup, just a case of mistaken identity. Sorry 'bout that.

For those of you who are out of the loop, Annie's revelation is that she's actually biologically male and is planning on having the big cut done at some point in the future. She recently began hormone therapy. The MySpace blog link was an attempt to link to her personal blog, but she screwed it up. Now, back to the dildo jokes.

You're unauthorized because of e.coli danger. God damn uncooked meat. In any case, yay for bizarre link issues. I guess what the titular Annie is saying is... there's a little bit of Annie in all of us.

You've got an excuse.

Markers up

Saturnalia/

I dip ground espresso.

I wanted to book a HoM, but I didn't want to force you to write. Please please use the House of Marvelous.

Allison is tuning up her vocal cords.