Ace309

Bump. Get in chat, you tools.

That's sort of like how the audience shouts along Rocky Horror-style while Hogan hulks up now. No-sell. "NO!" No-sell. "NO!" Hogan points. "YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!" And so on.

Roddy Piper interfering in Hogan/Vince at WMXIX. Vince is bleeding like a stuck pig. Hogan's being Hogan. And all of a sudden - no internet leak (that I'd seen), no foreshadowing, nothing - just BAM! Piper runs in with a trench coat on, interferes and takes the coat off to reveal the Hot Rod shirt. It had us SCREAMING.

Sure, that's one way to build a feud. If it floats your boat, go with it, but frankly it reeks to me of "Bang! I shot you!" "Nuh uh, my armor got it!" "These are special armor-destroying bullets." "But I've got a bulletproof vest on!" I'm not going to say it's bad to build a feud like that. I'd just prefer not to do it. Call it being "too protective" or whatever if you want. I just like doing it the other way.

Add a road story about the time Ced was traveling with Tom Flesher and the cops caught up with them.

Always good to see old-schoolers. Hope we aren't butchering your character too badly.

I'm hoping that we can avoid the attitude on the part of the bookers that has come up once or twice before, that the writers are expected to take a bad booking or one that goes against a request and like it. I don't recall this happening recently, but a specific instance under the Stubby system was Tod deKindes being granted a #1 contender match against Ash on a show that Tod was unable to write (I believe he was on a Storm-only schedule at the time). Tod was basically told to sit on it. That's not productive for the writers, and breeds a feeling among the writers that the bookers feel that the job they're doing is more important than the writers' writing, angles and requests. It's true that it's sometimes impossible to grant requests, and that's absolutely reasonable, but I hope we can avoid this us-against-them crap.

Remember, that's $5 US, you cheap bastard. I'm reeeeeeeaaaaaaally looking forward to Toxxic/Dace.

.... oh, shit, I'm supposed to have a partner? Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

International Law, Eastern Philosophy, Voting & Public Opinion, Citizen Participation. Damn last semester of undergrad. It's killing me.

Yes, pick up a Highspots affiliation. I'd do my sporadic buying through TSM.

It's absolutely not Stubby.

And my partner has my match. I'm posting this mainly because I get to say again that none of you know neener neener neener.

Judge~! (Y)

What, no guesses as to who I chose? SWF Intercontinental-Television Title #1 Contenders Match Mike Van Siclen v. Dace Night - Dace! Streetfight for the SWF United States Title "Coyote" Coy West © v. Alan Clark - Coy! MXC HCG # 1 Contenders Match Edward James v. Aecas v. Syndicate Guest Commentators: Vic Romano and Kenny Blankenship Guest Ring Announcer: Captain Tenneal - Flik! Tornado Match for the SWF Tag Team Titles Wild & Dangerous © v. The House of Todd - HOT~! Tag Team Match Toxxic & Jimmy "The Demon" Liston v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher & "A Partner Of His Choosing" - np~!

WWE, engaging in dishonesty?! Next you'll be telling me they can heat.

All I have to say is that I really hope Edwin feels like writing a tag.

Remind me who you are again... :: remembers the ill-ending Mayoral Elections of 2004, won by Malibu ::

He did an excellent article about working with Kawada in Canada and Japan in which he made it quite clear that both of them were roided up. See if you can find it.

The America West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona, is buzzing with anticipation as the ring area goes dark. The fans, many of them wearing black ICHIBAN~! shirts or Horrorcore attire, await the next participant’s entry... And then, as the SmarkTron lights up, and the guitars begin to vibrate through the arena, the fans leap to their feet! They begin to roar with approval as the Philosopher Kings’ “I Am The Man” rocks out through the arena, accompanied by a burst of blue pyro. The SmarkTron breaks into the video. Ego Buster! SUPERIOR ONE Boilermaker! AWARD-WINNING Ego Trip! MAIN ATTRACTION Logical Disconnect! THE MAN As the smoke clears from the entrance, Tom Flesher steps out from behind the curtain, prompting another huge pop from the Phoenix crowd! He strides to the ring, clad in a blue blazer, a white oxford shirt open at the neck, a pair of dark jeans and, of course, a pair of black steel-toed Doc Marten combat boots. Oddly unbalancing is the simple black leather belt at his waist, standing in sharp contrast to the gold he wore so long. Flesher continues his walk to the ring, an expression on his face that seems to split the difference between cockiness and genuine happiness. He climbs the steps and enters the ring, grabbing a microphone from a ring attendant as he does. As he steps to the center of the ring, the music fades out, but the noise level in the arena seems to increase. “TAAMO! TAAMO! TAAMO! TAAMO!” Flesher looks down at the mat, not wanting to show how thrilled he is to be back in an SWF ring after an absence of a month and a half from making any public appearances. Finally, he looks up and raises his left hand. The fans dutifully quiet down, and as Flesher shoves his left hand back into his hip pocket, he begins to speak. “It’s been a long time coming,” says Flesher in a quiet, almost hushed tone. “From the moment I stepped out of this ring at Clusterf*ck 2004, I knew it… I’d promised myself that if I didn’t win the match… if I couldn’t bring the goods against Wildchild, I’d finally believe what everyone had been telling me for months. ‘Tom,’ they’d say, ‘you’re burning out. You need some time off. You need to rest.’ Well, you know, when Wildchild won that match, I knew they were right. Never mind that I’ve never won a ladder match… I should have been able to put Wildchild down, and I wasn’t, so I decided that maybe it was time to take a few weeks off. I went down to Mark Stevens’ office and waited for him to get back there. Within ten minutes of the end of the match, I was on the road and headed back to Buffalo.” Flesher looks up, sounding a little less shaky. “So what did I do? I relaxed. I spent some time in the weight room, and some just bellying up to the bars. Packed on a few pounds? Maybe. Honestly, I tried not to watch the SWF at all on TV or pay-per-view, because I was trying to forget about it. The SWF – wrestling in general – has been such a big part of my life for so long that I was just getting used to participating. I knew that if I sat down and watched every week, I’d feel like I was back in the grind, wondering when my turn was going to come. I knew that even if I was working out with the college kids and the Greco nuts, I’d end up thinking about the SWF more and more until I couldn’t stand to stay on hiatus any longer.” “So, like I said, I spent a lot of time in the weight room and in the bars. I’d love to say that people came up to me and asked me all the time… ‘Hey Tom, when are you going back to the SWF?’ ‘When you gonna win the World Title back, Supes?’ But they didn’t.” “No matter how hard I tried, though… even though I wasn’t watching the SWF, and even though no one was pestering me about making my return, I couldn’t avoid it. I’d lay awake at night, a test pattern on the TV, and I’d wonder who had my belt. I’d stare at the ceiling, and all I could picture was the way the arena used to look as I’d pull open the curtain and step out.” “You see, it’s like this… no matter how long I’m away from the ring…” Flesher’s voice crescendos. “No matter how many times the SWF World Heavyweight Championship changes hands when I’m not holding it, and no matter what happens in this ring, that is still MY belt!” This draws a pop from the crowd, too excited to remember that their beloved Charlie Matthews is in possession of the title. “And even if I try to take vacation, go on sabbatical, sleep in for a few weeks, I will NEVER let go of that belt! Nothing else matters.” Again, the crowd applauds as Flesher once again calms down after letting his fighting spirit get the best of him again. “Nothing else matters to me, and so here I am, back again.” He takes a deep breath. “One more time.” The crowd bursts into cheers as “I Am The Man” begins to play again. Flesher smiles once again, half-cocky, half-pleased, as the show fades to commercial. ///This must not have gotten to GSMS last night, but I felt it was important to get it posted as it's relevant to the angle I'll be running.///

Can someone please explain to me why Victoria is all of a sudden a smiling face, playing to the crowd, wearing feathered bangs and not having her submissive boyfriend escort her to the ring? She was SUCH a good psycho heel! I loved it! ::weeps::

That sounds like a challenge.

I just find it really disconcerting to mix sex and wrestling. Although I suppose if you're into that sort of thing...

I know he's not booked, but is this the appropriate place to be thrilled about Flik returning?

Except on PPV.