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The card was an excellent read. Regretably Ipulled yet another no show. This one was actually somewhat out of my hands...here in Massachusetts we just got hit with a huge snow storm and I got about 14 inches of the white shit in my yard. I lost power yesterday afternoon until about 2 in the morning...which kind of killed my last minute match writing plans. But none the less a very enjoyable card.

Major apologies for my no show. I was just plain straight out busy all damn week. I really wished I could of at least offered something...but I didn't have time to write or rp at all this week. The guy who did write the match did an excellent job. Glad to see a good match was put on the card regardless of my inability to write this time out.

Sorry for the double post...damn itchy trigger finger on the mouse!

I'd be happy to tag with any face or tweener. Hell Candace would tag with anyone. I'd still like to feature her as a solo wrestler...but if it was convienient to book her in a tag match with someone else i'm fine with that.

Nice card over all. I enjoyed reading all the matches. They were some that were very well written. Sorry I didn't get my match in. I had the whole damn thing nearly written and on floppy disc, but for some reason it wouldn't open on my computer at home. I guess I'll have to invest in a flash drive or something because after this I am never, ever going to trusta floppy disc again. I lost a 4000 word match because of the damn floppy. Regardless very nice work from all who did show up and hopefully I can redeem myself on the next card.

I'm fucking speechless. A tragic loss. RIP!

I'm looking at about 800 garbled words and a half flat cup of coke. It's time to step away from this mess and go at it again tomorrow. Hopefully i'll have something worth submitting by the deadline. At the moment it's not looking promising.

You guys are nearly comical. Personally I laughed my ass off at the whole segment. Obviously this whole "conflict" angle with JR and Vince is nothing more than a work. He's been giving an interview on WWE.com talking seriously about how he's being pushed out because of his Belles Palsy and all that. In truth everyone knew he was going in for surgery...no cancer thankfully...and more than likely Vince did the segment as much for JR's benefit as for boosting his heel credentials. If I was JR...and just found out I was cancer free...i'd probably laugh like hell at that skit. All this stuff about "dignity" and super seriousness is very over rated. I don't think JR...or Vince for that matter...take themselves so seriously. I know I don't.

The camera cuts to Batman, wearing his trademark tight latex suit. The Batman runs his fingers over his prominent chin. A perplexed look flashes across his face. Robin: Golly Gee Batman…what’s wrong… Batman focuses intently on two wires extending from a series of long, black cyllenders. Batman I must cut one of these wires to deactivate the bomb. If I cut the wrong one Gotham will explode…killing millions of people. But which one do I cut Robin? I’m not sure… A terrified look flashes over Robins face. Robin Holy dilemma Batman…we only have 10 seconds to decided… A large digital display shows 10 seconds quickly winding down. 10! 9! 8! Batman Maybe the yellow one… Robin Yeah…I’ve always hated yellow Batman… 7! 6! 5! Batman On the other side it might be the red wire…perhaps they want us to cut the yellow and ignore the red…thereby leading us to the wrong conclusion… Robin Holy Cow Batman…that is a possibility… 4! 3! Batman Decisions…decisions… 2! Robin I think you better pick up the pace a bit there, Batman! Suddenly the screen in the cinema flickers. A loud, static sound fills the air as the audience grumble in annoyance at the untimely interruption. The image on the screen suddenly flickers to that of a beach. The tide gently rolls over the sand as soft, soothing music plays in the background. The sound of the waves crashing over the sand slowly increases as the music fades to mute. Slowly the image of a Dragon appears on the screen, as the familiar opening notes of David Bowies, “China Girl” starts to play in the background. The screen turns to black as a bold, white text comes into focus… The Joshi Dragon returns… Coming soon… The interruption ends as soon as it began, as the movie resumes right at the start of the end credits.

Frisco has left the building.

The high cost of oil is based on one thing...Bush economy. Bush is an oil man. Thats one of the reasons everything is an excuse to raise the cost of oil. The oil companies are making Billions of dollars in profits...which kinds of indicates that price goughing is in effect. Not a lot we can do about it. Hopefully next time out we have enough sense not to elect a person who went to war for the sole purpose of raising the gas prices.

Gaming threat has a post stating that the newest WWE Smackdown vs Raw game will be released in January of 2006. THQ is planning on releasing the PSP version first, this upcoming November. Here is the link to the article SD vs Raw release in January 2006 I know all the other Smackdown games came out pretty religiously on November, so its kind of annoying if true. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Personally I really enjoy watching the hot babes. I'd rather watch Stacy Kiebler anyday that watch grampa Hogan "Hulking up" again. Its a bad trade for Raw because Stacy and Krissy...while subpar wrestlers to be sure...were vastly more entertaining than Torrie and Candace. And Stacy Kiebler i'm sure sells more merchandise than half the WWE roster. I know all the so called "Smarks" get a hard on everything Paul London walks into the ring. But I'll bet Stacy Kiebler sells a whole hell of a lot more magazines than that guy does.

I fail to see why everyone gets so excited about this guy. He's a good amateur wrestler, but unlike Kurt Angle he lacks mike skills and charisma. The guy is no vanilla on the mike he makes Shelton Benjamin look like Hulk Hogan. He's a good worker in the ring true. But to me he's just a bland big guy. I'd watch JBL any day in the week over this guy. JBL has a personality. I hope he goes to SD and they send Hassan back to RAW. It would be even better if they also through in MNM...that way I could watch Melina without an idiotic "blur" effect everytime she turns around.

Gaming Threat is first to show screens of the PSP version of SD vs RAW 2006. Check them out at... GamingThreat.com

All I can say is this is bullshit. Hassan generated some very real heat. All the stuff about "he can't wrestle" and stuff is hog wash. I think the guy is a upcoming star caught in a backlash against his character. I always paid attention to him and DAvari on Raw and I really hope they bring him back...gimmic and all. For all the people so traumatized at his gimmic they shuold realize this is pro wrestling and it has ALWAYS done similar gimmics...whether it be the Iron shiek of the 80's or Dominic DeNucci of the early 70's. I still think he has a very nice career ahead of him.

and of course no tournament would be complete without the lovely candace...although she is not actually crazy. Thats Carnages job.

made out like a theif. Got Rumble Roses, Madden 2005, and a ton of dvds.

I fail to see the logic of bringing back Sable just so they can ger Brock Lesnar back in the WWE. Sable has very limited wrestling ability, and at 37 is no longer the eye candy she once was. Brock Lesnar is an average talent with very little passion for wrestling. His match against Goldberg as Wrestlemania was one of the worst matches I ever saw.

Bob Riley walked nervously down the dark streets of Denver. He glanced at his watch to find it was half past Midnight. As a slight rain began to fall he reached into the pocket of his long wool overcoat to retrieve a crumple piece of paper. Written on the paper was a barely legibly address: Overstreet Tavern 1608 Turner Street Denver, CO Riley glances down the road as he shoves the paper back into his pocket. In the distance he can see the blue lights of a bar beckoning him in the distance. Riley fastened to top button of his overcoat to shield him from the cold November air, then heads towards the bar. Inside the Overstreet Bar a few dozen patrons scurried back and forth to their seats. The bar was dimly lit and Riley had to look long and hard to find who he was looking for. After scanning the bar for several minutes he spotted his target sitting at a corner table About 50 feet away. The unmistakable visage of the ever controversial Frisco was seen sharing a late of Mozzarella sticks with the ever-lovely Candace. Riley quickly crossed the bar area and approached the table. “You know, we could have done this at my bar” Riley barked as Frisco motioned for him to have a seat. “Sorry Robert” Frisco replied as he dipped his Mozzi stick into a bowl of thick Marinara sauce. “But I know all about the type of bars you go frequent” Riley frowns indignantly as he takes his seat at the table. Candace smiles politely at her former tormenter as Riley focuses his attention of the infamous manager. “What did you want to give me that was so important?” Frisco finishes his Mozzi stick as Riley waits patiently. After an interminable delay Frisco reaches down to his side and comes up with a VHS tape. The tape is still in its factory packaging with a white handwritten label fastened to its side. The label merely says… Toxxi “I want you to get this to Toxxic” Frisco states with a trace of a smirk on his face. “I’m sure he’ll find it very interesting” Riley takes the tape and looks at Frisco with a look of bewilderment in his eyes. “Why the hell don’t you just mail it?” “It’s much too important. I want to make sure he gets it” Frisco responds. “He probably has one of his Revolution Zero’s pick up his mail. Those guys can’t wipe their ass without a map!” Riley stuffs the tape into his pocket. He once again fastens the top button of his overcoat as he prepares to head out into the cold. Frisco turns his attention back to his Mozzarelli sticks and the lovely Candace. Riley considers getting a gin and tonic from the bar before he leaves. It might help settle his nerves after the long night at SWF Lockdown. Over at the bar Riley finishes his third gin and tonic. The booze is smooth and seems to be less watered-down than at most bars. In the bar ground soft Jazz plays from a live band. A rather heavy young woman is on stage belting out a passable version of “When Sunny gets Blue.” As Riley focuses his attention on the woman he fails to notice a huge man taking a bar stool right next to him. After a moment of listening to the singer Riley can feel a warm breath breathing down his neck. At first he tries to ignore it, and then he feels the need to vent on this person who is intruding into his interpersonal space. Riley takes a swig of his drink, then turns to address the intruder. “Look buddy…” he starts, and then the words freeze in his throat. Sitting inches away is the unmistakable Carnage. The SWF resident Psychopath is leaning over from his stool with a crazed look in his eyes. Riley can immediately feel his heart fluttering as the maniac looks ready to explode. “Oh…hi Carnage…good match tonight!” Riley sputters, immediately realizing he probably should not have mentioned Carnages loosing effort in the ring. “Nice seeing you…gotta go!” Riley continues as he leaps off the bar stool and hurries to Frisco’s table. The controversial manager is found chatting animatedly with his lovely Asian friend. She glances over at Riley with a look of surprise on her face. “Damnit Frisco that crazy bastard Carnage is here…I think he’s pissed at me!” Riley blurts as he watches Carnage from the corner of his eye. “For your sake I hope not” Frisco offers as he fails to even look at Riley. In the distance the SWF maniac can be seen getting off his stool and heading towards Frisco’s table. “Dammit!” Riley barks as he sits down on the vacant bench across from Frisco and Candace. “He’s coming after me…I’m gonna die!” A sinister smile flashes over Frisco’s face as Carnage walks over to the table. The former Hardcore Gamers champion stand motionless at the end of the table. Frisco appears less than impressed as he picks up yet another Mozzi stick, this time offering it to Carnage. “Hungry?” he asks as Carnage takes the stick and slips it between the thin steel rails that cover the mouth opening in his mask. The maniac then takes a seat next to Riley at the table. Riley looks on in stunned disbelief as the madman is seated inches away from him. Candace takes a napkin from the table and wets it with her tongue. She then slips it into Carnages mask to wipe a gob of Marinara sauce dripping from the mouth of the monster. “Oh don’t be so damned surprised!” Frisco states as he turns his attention to Riley. “Of course I manage Carnage. Hell I’m the one who bought him here in the first place!” Riley continues to listen in stunned awe. “Carnage was a natural. A Russian Olympic wrestler who had some mental health issues when he defected to the United States in the late 80’s. He was sent to a mental hospital, but by cultivating some connections I have I was able to get him released to my custody” he continues. “Hell I even got him a job in the SWF. A perfect fit for him I might add” Riley shakes his head in disbelief. “How come your name never came up in the press?” “It did” Frisco responds. “I’m name withheld.” Riley appears quite nervous as he glances over at the larger than life Carnage. “I really do have to go” Riley mutters. It become clear Riley does not dare ask Carnage to move so he can get out of the table. “Could you let the little man out?” Candace asks Carnage, who glances over at Riley with a highly intimidating look in his eyes. He slowly gets off the table giving Riley a chance to make a quick exit from the bar. He takes full advantage of his opportunity. One hour later Riley takes his overcoat off as he enters his condo. The smell of scented candles in the air helps settle the nerves of the SWF commentator. He walks to his fridge and takes out a cold wine cooler as he sits at his kitchen table. Riley can feel his heart still pounding as he drinks the beverage. As he glances across him immaculately clear kitchen a thought flashes across his mind…the tape! Riley hurries to him jacket and pulls out the video Frisco gave him at the bar. He quickly removes the thin elastic band that secures the tape to the package, and then shoves the tape into his JVC Video recorder. As the tape begins to play he walks over to his couch and takes a seat to watch the presentation. The image is pretty choppy first, and then settles down. A blue screen quickly shifts to a surprisingly clear image of Frisco sitting on an oversized leather recliner. In the background the unmistakable Carnage is seen glaring at the camera with the ever-present maniacal look in his eyes. Candace is sitting on the arm rest of the chair rubbing Frisco’s somewhat undersized shoulders. “Toxxic…we finally get to meet. It’s not a face to face meeting, but I guess it will have to do” Frisco starts as he looks into the camera with a shit eating grin on his face. “You know I’ve been looking at this match for a long time. The Straight-Edged sensation vs. the SWF Resident Psychopath. I have to say I’m looking forward to it. New York here we come! You see we’re back in the United States now. Better still we’re in New York…the big apple…no more freakin’ merry ol’ England. We’re going to Manhattan…” A quick grin flashes over Frisco’s face. “Welcome to My world!” “Now I know you feeling pretty confident today. Hell Carnage is on a losing street…he lost to your flunky Sacred at Lockdown, he lost at Ashes to Ashes..You may even think you stand a chance to beat him at Smarkdown. I’m personally glad you feel that way. It’s all part of my master plan…” Frisco looses his train of thought for a moment as Carnage starts behaving erratically in the background. Candace quickly gets up and gives the massive mad man a quick hug. This seems to sooth the monster, as Frisco continues with his soliloquy. “The thing you don’t know is in the last few matches I made sure I gave Carnage all his medication. He was actually somewhat subdued in the ring. After allowing him to wrestle unmediated against Sly and Andrea…when he kind of went crazy a bit…I decided it was not a good idea to allow him to wrestle like that so close to our big match. I want Carnage to save all his pent up frustration and aggression for one man…for one match…all for you, Toxxi” Frisco pauses to reach over and pick up a drink from the side of his chair. He takes a long sip of the White Russian, and then continues… “You see I’ve watched you with great interest. You come out with that gobbly, shitty Gel in your hair and you always have that idiotic lopsided grin on your face…prepare to be proven wrong…yada yada yada…” Again Frisco takes a sip from his drink. “But in reality…and you know this as well as I do…your scared shitless. Your freaking terrified every time you step into that ring. You know as well as I do your at best an over rated cruiser weight. Well Toxxi Carnage is no freaking Cruiser weight. He’s a damn monster! You say…Prepare to be proven wrong?... I say…prepare to be pronounced…dead!” Again Frisco takes a sip as Carnage appears ready to explode. He is glaring at the camera with an absolutely psychotic look in his eyes that only seems to be calmed by Candace who is now standing on the arm rest and massaging the massive shoulders of the monster. “When Carnage steps into the ring at Smarkdown…I’ll be sure to withhold his medication…no Clonapin, no Thorizine, not even a baby aspirin. He’ll be ridiculously out of control. He’ll be so crazy he’ll make Janus…” Frisco does a quick headtilt of his own “…seem as calm as a Church mouse!” Once again the shit eating grin flashes over Frisco’s face. “You’ve never been in the ring with anyone like Carnage. Now I’ll grant you he is not a particularly skilled technical wrestler these days…He won’t be giving you a nice Olympic style match like Flesher would…” Once again Frisco sips from his drink “He will basically be a stalk raving man lunatic from the start of the bell to the end of the match…which should not be to long. Even I am not sure what he is capable of doing in this match. I don’t expect it to be a technical masterpiece…” “I expect it to be a bloodbath!” The camera zooms into an uncomfortable close up of Frisco’s face. “Sleep well” Fade to black

This whole topic makes me hungry. I'm going to go back a steak.

It might not have been the most polite thing the marine cuold have done. But from what I read one of these insurgents who was playing dead had been rigged rigged with explosives and gotten another marine killed just the day before. All I can say is war is hell and I'm not in that marines place so I won't judge him. What I did find pretty annoying was the Iraqi press (the terrorist press specifically) is saying how it was cowardess of the marine to shoot the insurgent and it was against Islam to do that. Yet they murder a woman--who is blind folded and handcuffed) in cold blood. What is that? An act of great courage? Also this women is a volunteer who basically spends her time helping the Iraqi people. She is not someone working for the government. She is a charity worker.

“Where the fuck is Chester road” a voice yells from inside the passing limo. On the street a man gives an indignant stare at the long Black Lincoln and walks away in a huff. The limo pauses just long enough for a Rolex Watch clad wrist to protrude from the rear window and extend the middle finger to the man “Damn English people” Frisco barks from inside the Limousine. The driver pulls to the side of the road and takes out a map, as Candace mixes a Gin and Tonic from the bar in the back seat of the elegant rental. Seated in the back, a giant of a man listens quietly as Frisco goes into his sales pitch. “There are a few things you should know” the infamous manager starts as Candace hands him the Gin and Tonic. “First and foremost I am not exactly the most popular person around here. Basically everyone hates my guts…” The giant listens on with a blank expression on his face. Candace picks up a crystal glass from the bar and asks the passenger if he’d like a drink. He nods politely, and she prepares him a Gin and Tonic for him as well. As she hands him the drink he smiles appreciatively. “I usually don’t manage people who don’t have a lot of experience… I’m not in the teaching business!” Frisco begins. “However in your case I’m willing to make an exception.” The passenger continues to listen on with the same blank expression on his face. He pauses a moment before taking a sip of the drink. He glances at Candace and smiles innocently. “You like?” the sexy Asian asks. “I like” he responds softly, as he is obviously taken back by her beauty. “Managing a wrestler is a daunting challenge. I happen to be the best guy on the planet at managing, but still an inexperienced wrestler will have a tough time in the SWF. I think you have tremendous potential, and if you wrestle for me, you could make a hell of am impact. But you need to know if you’re going to be managed by me things are only done one way…my way!” The passenger says nothing as he finishes his drink. He looks out the window at the dark Manchester streets. He is very far from home. Frisco pulls out his cell to answer an incoming call as the limo starts up again. “I found out where Chester Road is!” the driver states confidently. “We’ll be there in no time!” Frisco flicks off his cell with an annoyed expression on his face. “You said that twenty minutes ago…” he mutters under his breathe. “I think you do very well in SWF” Candace offers. The passenger immediately turns his attention to the beauty as she combs her hair out of her eyes. “You’re a natural” she states with sincerity in her voice. The passenger once again offers a smile; with the hope it will be returned. Candace doesn’t appear to notice his interest as she reaches over and puts a light coat on. A slight chill is in the air as Midnight edges closer. “I’ve rented a room at the Chester Road Hotel and Restaurant”, Frisco states as the passenger turns his attention to the controversial one. “It’s a nice place, and the restaurant is really good. You can spend a few days there are just enjoy the area. We get back to the states on Thursday and we’ll get to business then.” The passenger nods in agreement, as Frisco pulls a large, Manila envelope from his brief case. The passenger watches him intently as he takes a paper from it and gives it to him. He glances over the endless legal ramblings and becomes somewhat nervous. The document is obviously a contract, yet the passengers’ limited legal knowledge makes him somewhat anxious about signing it. He quickly glances at Candace hoping for advice. “Just sign at the X” She says with a knowing smile. The passenger takes a deep breathe, then reaches for a pen. After another brief review of the documentation he scribbles his name on the line. Frisco looks on intently, then flashes a demonic grin as the giant hands Frisco the signed contract. “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” he asks with a wry smile. The Passenger is not quite sure how to respond. The limo finally pulls up at the Chester Road Hotel and Restaurant. A light rain is beginning to fall as the passenger emerges from the back. Frisco and Candace leave from the other side of the limo as the driver quickly steps out of the front and goes to take Frisco’s brief case. “Get away from that, BUTT monkey!” the petulant manager barks at the driver. “I have important stuff in here!” The driver sheepishly goes back into the limo; his plans for a nice little tip obviously unrealized. “Be here at nine” Frisco instructs the man as he heads into the Hotel. The quiet giant waits for Candace to follow Frisco’s’ lead before he decides to join them. The beautiful Asian seems totally unaware of his presence. “This place has a nice bar down stairs” Frisco offers. “I’ll be hanging out there tonight.” Candace motions towards his Manchester United Jersey, causing Frisco to button up his suit jacket. “I probably should take that off before I go to the bar” he responds with a guilty smirk on his face. The Asian beauty quickly nods in agreement. “I pretty tired, just take shower and go to bed” she states as she removes her room key from her purse. “Want to join me in the bar?” Frisco asks the passenger who is fantasizing about joining Candace in the shower instead. The large man just shrugs his shoulders in response. “I’m pretty tired, I think I’ll just go to bed instead” he responds as Frisco opens the door to the Hotel. “Whatever you want” the evil one states as he heads towards his room. Candace picks up an oversized gym back and starts to go to her room. The passenger instinctively grabs at the bag to carry it for her. She appears caught off guard by the gesture of kindness and flashes a smile to Frisco’s latest charge. “Want to come up for some tea...and Crumpets?” she asks with a horrendously bad attempt at an English accent. A wide smile flashes over the passengers face. “That would be great” he responds.

yeah but the WWE counted him down so a lot of casual fans don't even know he did anything to Angle. Regardless its very likely that if he really went after Angle he won't even be back next week. Personally I think this entire Tough Enough--and Diva contest--is a work. I'm sure they talked about this before any of it went down. Most likely they were just trying to make the kid look good.

I didn't watch Smackdown last week so I missed this. But if this clowd actually did a shoot on Angle they should fire him on the spot. Kurt Angle is a major star in the WWE and this guy is some Tough Enough punk who probably will be voted off in no time. Personally I thing its a work. If this guy is looking for a job in the WWE why the hell would be shoot on Kurt Angle? Angle is a major draw. This kid couldn't sell a ticket to his parents!