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Quoted for accuracy.

I'm bookable. God bless Labour Day.

It's taken from WCW! Grr.

I require time off.

My new suitemate is a guy from Memphis who owns a guitar. I'm steering clear of THAT motherfucker.

Sierra Nevada Porter. Nice, beefy dark beer. Current runners-up: - Sam Smith Oatmeal Stout - Unibroue Ephemere summer apple brew

That, and you were at the forefront of the technical revolution ("Where people started writing matches that made sense", established 2002). But who's counting?

Actually, we ran an angle when I took over the M7 where I browbeated Annie for not having sex with me and for "only" carrying the Midcard Triple Crown. She ended up turning face, and we did attempt to accelerate it so as not to make me look like a rapist.

Yeah, it's called a suplay in the States; "souplesse" is the French equivalent. You might recall Solie using "suplay" often, "to use the amateur term." I've never heard any of the old salt refs calling it a German, or for that matter anyone but the young'uns. "Lift" is indeed the appropriate term for a suplay that starts from par terre (on-the-mat wrestling). Karelin's gutwrench suplex move was a "reverse lift." "Lift" is also used generically for any throw that starts from par terre, but it's the One True Name for a suplay starting from par terre. It's like how you have a "suplex" and then a "belly-to-belly suplex." "Suplex" refers to a specific thing (the vertical suplex) while still being a somewhat generic name. Gaber is currently recognized as one of, if not the, top technicians in the world today. He's incredibly strong and smooth on the mat, and he's up a class from his natural weight - he was perfectly suited for the old 192.5 class, but the cut would have been a bit much for him to the new 185 class. I'd submit that you've got no idea what you're talking about.

Come to chat. Bring pie.

Hm. I totally wasn't expecting to be booked, what with asking not to have been booked and all. My internet connection is spotty at best. I'll try to get something in, but no promises,

It was Zed's first, and he approved it (read: I didn't ask).

God bless Existentialist Kibs.

Calm down, chief; Taamo's nowhere near to Fallout's record. He's not even anywhere near Johnny's record; he's barely a fifth of the way there. See, it's just my presence, WC.

It's strange... retirements are so bittersweet because they so often mean that the writer has found real-life success. It's been a pleasure having you around.

Not that I want to get into a big psychology debate... we all know how well those go in the comments thread... A palm strike, following a Logical Disconnect [in what was a pretty explicit case of "I have the pin, but I'll pull her up because I'm an ego freak and want to get the pin with my signature strike"], following any number of previous moves. The accumulated damage was enormous. But yeah, I'm a hack. If there's one thing I lack, it's consistency. (Y)

Don't hate on the reclining body scissors.

In theory, you can hold two singles titles if they're part of two "divisions," or at least that's how I justified my lengthy stints as US/Light Heavy and ICTV/Light Heavy double champ.

"Damn, what did Flesher do? No ticket?" LINE of the NIGHT.

Tom Flesher sits in his hotel room with a bowl of tortilla chips in front of him. He munches them absentmindedly, occasionally dipping one offscreen and coming up with sour cream or salsa on the chip before popping it into his mouth. After a few seconds, he hears a rap at the door. KNOCK KNOCK “Yeah?” he shouts. “Just me,” comes the feminine voice. Immediately, Flesher gets up and opens the door, allowing Allison Onita into the room. “Hey babe,” he says, planting a kiss on her forehead as he leads her into the room. “I’m just carb-loading for the match against Candace.” “Hey, can I help?” Flesher sits down, and the camera pulls back to show the SWF Cruiserweight Championship on the coffee table, spread out in front of the bowl of tortilla chips. The main plate is slathered with salsa, and sour cream is smeared across the adjacent side plates. “Oooh, guacamole,” murmurs Allison as she dips onto the fifth, “Property of the SWF” plate. Flesher sighs and sits back, sipping a mug of beer as Allison makes herself comfortable. “Allison, I’m concerned about this match.” “Why, baby?” “No reason, really. It’s just that Candace is an untested quantity in the SWF. She’s only lost one match, and that was to Jay Dawg. Lord knows that there’s no shame in losing to Jay Dawg.” “Yeah, there was the time you showed up drunk and…” “I thought we agreed not to talk about that.” “Oh, right, right.” Flesher shakes his head sadly. “I’m starting to wonder if I really should have put my belt on the line against her. She’s been getting all kinds of TV time… and you know as well as I do what that means.” Allison nods. “Quantity implies quality.” “Indeed,” Flesher says. “I mean, look at people like Ash Ketchum. He was so talented that they gave him promo time on every show. Sometimes three or four times. If he wasn’t talented, they wouldn’t have totally and utterly overexposed him like that.” “And Candace is even worse than Ash on the stick,” Allison says, her voice colored with concern. “She’s got to have SOME redeeming quality for them to throw her at the audience week after week.” “I just don’t know what to do,” Flesher sighs. “I’m going to have to neutralize her somehow, but…” Allison slides to her knees behind Flesher and starts gently massaging his neck and shoulders, whispering "You could always stretch her." “I know, but she’s got that Asian Death Lock thing,” Flesher says. “I’m not worried about the sleeper as much, but…” “Relax, Taamo,” coos Allison. “You know more than you’re letting on about getting the better of women…” [Fade …] I've been really tryin , baby Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long And if you feel, like I feel baby Come on, oh come on Let's get it on Lets get it on Let's get it on Let's get it on We're all sensitive people With so much love to give, understand me sugar Since we got to be Lets say, I love you There's nothin wrong with me Lovin you And givin yourself to me can never be wrong If the love is true Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be I'm askin you baby, to get it on with me I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push So come on, come on, come on, come on baby Stop beatin round the bush Let's get it on Let's get it on Let's get it on Let's get it on [and fade back in…] Flesher sits up, bringing a cigarette to his lips. Allison lays under the blanket, her eyes closed and her mouth curved into a contented smile. “Damn it, Allie,” Flesher says as he puffs on his cigarette. “I can’t do that to her.” ~fin~

Zed, Thoth and TNT are your bookers, with Zed on hiatus at the moment. Grand Slam also has a claim to the commissioner spot, because he took a vacation and appointed Zenon as his interim commissioner, but Zenon is indeed your man.

Apparently you picked up on the fact that I used the Penis Mightier in the deleted scene. Bravo!

MAIN EVENT SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH Toxxic© vs. Johnny Dangerous - Toxxic. SWF CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH Tom Flesher© vs. Candace - NP SINGLES MATCH Dace Night vs. Sean Davis - Dace SWF USJL #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH David Cross vs. Austin Sly - Cross “ROOKIE” SINGLES MATCH Justin Bowers vs. Brian Levy - Levy. The fans LOVE it when the heels fall down. SWF ICTV #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH Jamie Drazon vs. Andrea Montgomery vs. Manson vs. “The Icon” Max King - King SINGLES MATCH John Duran vs. The Birdman - Birdman. Duran's rusty and Birdman's showing some serious skill. IGNJL EASTERN UNITED STATES TITLE MATCH Petey The Irish Penguin vs. Munich© - This isn't happening, is it? NON-TITLE HARDCORE MATCH Landon Maddix© vs. Todd Cortez© - Maddixion

Luckily, the ontological status of Todd Cortez is spotty at best. Hey, look, I have a new catchphrase!

As always, I love the character interaction.