Vasarian_Brandy

... (Laughs) Hmm... That cut on Ace's forehead must be pretty deep... If his brains are leaking out like that and he doesn't remember THE MATCH... THAT HE AND FURY JUST HAD!

Well you see, Janus... Fury never knew you were in the Clan... Unless you were, like, Malice or something... (Chuckle) Then that would be interesting...

It's all the history, my friend... When I first started in the fed, I was the goody-good face... Always fighting the good fight, getting the girl... Then Kibs and I decided to do something a little different. I don't know what it was exactly that started it, but we decided that Silent was somehow going to get me recruited in the Clan. That started a snowball torrent of promos... A kidnapping... A Clan 'basic training' camp, run by Silent... Culminating in (probably at that time) one of the more interesting heel turns known. Oh, and if you ever hear about people carving names in other people's chests... Now you know. And knowing's half the battle.

Ahh... Well... Kudos to you too.

MAIN EVENT NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH Toxxic (SWF Heavyweight Champion) v. Alan Clark - Can't argue with the momentum. MAIN EVENT IN SPIRIT SWF WOMENS' CHAMPIONSHIP FOUR CORNERS MATCH Kelly Connelly (SWF Womens' Champion) w/"The Icon" Max King (SWF Intercontinental-Television Champion) v. Ebony v. Annie Eclectic v. Megan Skye w/Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix - I'll mark out for someone with their own M:tG card. NON-TITLE TAG TEAM MATCH Team ANGER (David Cross and Christian Fury, SWF Tag Team Champions) v. Stryke and Jamie Drazon - Team ANGER... I like it. Anyway, uhm... No comment. MIAMI MAYHEM Andrea Montgomery v. Longdogger Pete w/Ian - I'm curious how crazily 'Drea can write the LONGDOGGAHZ~! But please, don't hurt the kid too much, 'kay? HARDCORE MATCH SWF HARDCORE GAMERS' CHAMPIONSHIP Carnage (SWF Hardcore Gamers' Champion) v. Austin Sly - With a name like Carnage, how can you not retain for a bit? Course, I'm Fury... And I promptly lost my rematch, so... SINGLES MATCH Manson v. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins (SWF Cruiserweight Champion) - Hollyanna... (Busts up laughing... LOLling, if you will...) Mansonosity 0\/\//\/z j00!!!11111!!!111!11!!111!11 THE OPENING MATCH SWF CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP Ace Lezaire (SWF Canadian Champion) v. "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez - I liked your match for ours, Muzz... But I no likey Canadian Championship. I do like Canadian Bacon, however.

Well, this is good. I only have to worry about writing half a match this time around. Coolness. Might just help.

Narf! SPECIAL EXCITING TWO-PEOPLE-WHO-SHOULD-BE-BOOKED-IN-THE-MAIN-EVENT SHOW OPENER!!! “The Icon” Max King vs. Landon “La Cucaracha” Maddix - Me no likey the cocky King. SPECIAL CELEBRITY HANDICAP MATCH OF DOOM!!! rKade and Kaine vs. Alec Baldwin, Daniel Baldwin, Stephen Baldwin, and Billy Baldwin - I'm almost wanting those two not to write, simply to see what is conceived for the Baldwins! But if I were to pick one of the rooks, I'd go with Kaine. GO SINGLES MATCHES!!! Stryke vs. Manson - Magic 8-Ball says... (Shake shake shake) Damnit... This thing's broken! I'm sueing Tyco! SPECIAL SECOND-CHANCE HARDCORE GAMERS #1 CONTENDERSHIP TRIPLE THREAT!!! Danny Dagda vs. Evan Wolfe vs. Uncle Filthy - I like Uncle Filthy. (In a Darth Vader voice) And I find Danny Dagda's lack of writing disturbing. So do I. (Darth Force chokes DD / IL til he writes) You have failed me for the last time... HARDCORE GAMER’S TITLE MATCH!!! Sean Davis vs. Carnage - Psycho with diary beats psycho with lawyer. NON-TITLE BLOODBATH!!! Christian Fury vs. Ace Lezaire - Zuh? (Looks at 400 words written thusfar) ... SINGLES MATCH W/ TEAMMATE AT RING SIDE MATCH!!! “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins w/ Todd Cortez vs. Ryan Dustin w/ Austin Sly - Only because of the unfortunate circumstance of the non-Internetted Dustin. But I'm thinking Sly will fashion something that'll give Skipe / Todd a good run. AND YOUR MAIN EVENT…. SPECIAL VETERAN’S BOILER ROOM BRAWL Annie Eclectic vs. Jamie Drazon - "Huh?" says the Drooling Fanboy. "Where'd I come from?" Then there's a scream... And AE gains +1 / +1 at Jamie's expense.

'He who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it.' - George Santayana ---------- Deep in the bowels of Arrowhead, I sit in the workers’ locker room, letting the sweat and soreness of another exercise session fade away into the air. Today’s workout had gone well… The little bit of swelling in my knee hadn’t worsened through the 2 hours I put in on the gym equipment. Still, I sit with an icepack gingerly balanced on my knee, leg propped up on a chair to take the pressure off… Better to be safe than sorry. The doctors, both here and back in Seattle, said that it was a minor knee bruise, and it was nothing to worry about: all the other tests they subjected me to turned out good. I had nothing preventing me from wrestling in the upcoming Smarkdown card. Therefore, I kept up my normal routine, just lightening it a little bit by my own precautions. Now that my workout is over, I figure I can take a rest for a bit, then maybe clean up and hit the sights of Anaheim. Right now, however… My eyes are fixated on the television screen in the room, watching to something I thought I’d never see… Hearing something, I thought I’d never hear… “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” I rewind the tape footage for a moment… Watching Toxxic go more blanche white than is the normal… The words that appeared on the Smarktron… The crowd chant… The chill that passes over me isn’t from the icepack. The memories, though years old, suddenly bloomed fresh in my mind. The pain and suffering that the one called Silent had caused me. Suddenly, footsteps coming into the room… My mind snaps to the here and now as I see David Cross, my fellow tag partner, come through the doorway and stop. “Was I interrupting something?” he says, looking at the television… The World Champion staring at the Smarktron, the ankh blazing brightly… “No… Just looking over the last show.” Cross nods slowly, then after a few moments of silence and dropping his stuff by his locker: “How’s the knee?” He motions to the bag o’ ice balanced precariously. “Well, the doctor’s said it was a little too early for amputation.” I chuckle a little bit, but Cross… Well… I shake my head. “It’s fine, really… I’ll be in good shape for my match against Lezaire.” Cross’ eyes narrow just slightly. I can see he’s still smarting emotionally and mentally from his tough loss. I smile a bit, trying to lighten his mood. “You know, too bad it’s not a title bout. I’d gladly give you a go at getting it back when I won. You deserve it.” He shakes his head a little bit, taking a seat on a nearby bench. “No,” he starts, then pauses. “No. I’ve got to earn my shots just like everyone else should.” I notice his emphasis on the ‘should’ as he leans back against one of the lockers. “Besides, I gave it my best, and it wasn’t enough. Maybe that belt’s just not my calling.” “Like Hell it’s not!” I blurt, then smirk, noting he’s wearing his cross around his neck. “Sorry.” He shrugs. “Look… Sometimes you give it your all, and things just don’t quite work. I mean, look at me on Lockdown. I should’ve been prepared for any eventuality, and I got upended in a ‘surprise’ match.” I shake my head, sighing. “Always be ready. Always be prepared. And never let your guard down for a moment. Because someone will nail you when you do.” He nods, then smirks at me. “You think those guys will try for a rematch for the belts?” “I wouldn’t put it past them. Considering Davis and his schlep lawyer worked the Hardcore belt off me. When there’s a lawyer involved, all bets are off.” He chuckles at that, then something kinda tugs at the back of my mind. “Hey… You’re off this card, aren’t you?” He nods. “So why are you here?” “Well,” he says with a faint smile. “I figured… I’d come root my Tag Champion cohort on.” I chuckle, and he continues. “Plus, I figured I’d come see how fresh Lezaire would be coming off our match when he’s facing some big-time hungry competition.” “Well thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” He smiles a bit, and then glances at the screen again. “There anything else on your mind?” I follow his glance back to the screen… The crowd’s chants superimposing themselves on the still image in my mind… “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” “No!” I say quickly, a bit too sharply… I take a breath and speak more calmly, noting Cross’ shocked reaction. “No… I mean…” I sigh. “Sorry… I’m just stressed and tired… Working out, having to worry about Davis and Spike trying to get back the Tag Belts… And trying to scout Lezaire.” “Oh,” says Cross, completely unconvinced. “Well… I’m gonna go get some work in… Just in case. Take it easy out there, okay?” “Yeah… Yeah, I will…” With that, Cross heads out the door. My eyes watch the doorway for a moment, and then turn back to the screen… And the tape rolls again… “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT...” “Just what is your plan, Silent One?” I murmur to myself. “Just what are you going to do?” The tape doesn’t answer me… Only the future may provide the wisdom I seek…

Eh... If y'all really care. 'Drea, I'll comment when I get home in... Oh... 6 hours or so. Or maybe after I sleep. Meh. ---------- DING! DING! DING! And with the bell, Washington slides out of the ring, not wanting to get in his client’s way. It’s a good thing too, as Davis and Fury start throwing wicked right hands into each other almost immediately “We’re underway here in this impromptu Hardcore Title match,” Comet starts as Fury starts immediately wearing down slightly from the onslaught of the Rev-0 enforcer. “And Fury already looking like he’s having some issue with Davis’ size and strength.” “Didn’t Fury try an approach like this when they last wrestled?” Riley muses as Davis blocks a Fury punch, and locks in the wristlock… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Didn’t Citizen Fury wind up winning the Hardcore belt from Davis when they last wrestled?” Comet counters as Davis tries to lock in the reverse armbar, but Fury seems prepared and reverses out of it, sending Davis across the ring. “No,” Riley answers smugly as Fury bends down with Davis coming off the ropes. “Fury and Cross won the Tag Belts the last time they faced each other.” “Oh.” That’s the only answer Comet has time for as Fury raises up under Davis, sending him flying… YYYYYEEEEEAAA… SLAM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! …But Davis ‘countered’ by locking his arm around Fury’s head as he went over, and bringing Fury down on his back with him! “Sweet mother of Athena!!!” “Davis showing the wily intelligence, and showing the world why he’s going to take back the Hardcore belt tonight!” - Wow… That’s all I can really say, because my brain is too scrambled to think of much else. I have to admit that that was a nice little improve move by Davis, and was wholly expected and planned out by him as he recovers quickly and hooks the leg for the cover… ONE!... TWO… And the nerves spasm, making the muscles spasm, making my shoulder flail up. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Davis seems none-too-thrilled as he roughly hauls me up. It’s obvious he wants the belt back, so much so he’ll take any kind of win it seems. I’m not going to try and let him get any more offense though… I try and land him on the mat with a surprise short-arm clothesline, but that goes horridly awry as he wraps me in a waistlock as I go by… I stop short, then go rising up and back as he lifts… And then about halfway through, I get the sensation of freefall as he releases me at the apex… BOOM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I feel my neck wrench once more as the mat welcomes me back to it, smacking my neck, back, and shoulders… Happy joy jolts of pain blast into my brain as again we have the hooking of the leg… ONE!... TWO… I manage to untangle my brain from the pain long enough to tell my shoulder to come up. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Davis pulls me up off the mat again, not showing much emotion, but I can tell by his actions that he’s scrambling, a bit desperate… And majorly pissed. I try to level a few elbows into his gut, trying to get him to let me go… But it’s like trying to knock down a brick wall with a noodle. A wet one. He gets my thoughts back on track as he level a massive right hook… He swings around, trying to follow up with the massive backfist that he normally does, and I duck it! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! As he turns, I manage to get his arms wrapped up in a kinda sloppy-looking double chickenwing… I plant, haul up… Manage to get him off the ground… YYYYYEEEEEAAA… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! He wriggles from out of my grasp! The chickenwinging wasn’t all that tight, I knew that, but I thought if I was quick enough… Suddenly, I find myself with a familiar sensation… Gasping for air as I’m lifted clean off the mat and… SSSSSLLLLLAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I crash into a crumpled heap on the mat after a quick chokeslam. Again with the hooking of the leg… ONE!... TWO… With a cough, I shove a shoulder up. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I don’t know how much more of this I can take… - Fury once more gets hauled to his feet, having just escaped from a near fall. The fans are trying to get behind the red-headed dual champion, but it’s almost like their cheers are going unanswered as Davis whips him across the ring. “Citizen Fury not able to mount any sort of offense so far,” Comet says, slightly distressed, as Fury comes off the ropes… WHAM!!!!! SMACK!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! …But doesn’t get very far as Davis slaps him with a clotheline just as he’s coming off the ropes, sending him tumbling over the top, and to the floor below! “It’s called ‘getting owned’, Comet,” Riley answers with glee as Davis slides to the outside under the bottom rope. “No good champion should get owned like Fury’s getting owned here.” Davis hauls Fury in close, and smashes him back down with a nasty headbutt as the crowd seethes to a boil. Looking around, Davis’ eye catches something useful… A nearby steel chair. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The crowd already senses some sort of impending disaster as Davis picks up the chair, folds it up, turns… SMACK!!!!! BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! …And is greeted with a Fury spinning kick to the chair… Which since it’s currently connected with Davis’ hands, drives back and strikes Davis squarely in the head! “Citizen Fury using anything available to him to try and fight back!” Comet utters. “Too bad it didn’t do a damn thing!” Riley counters… And indeed, Davis is still standing… …With the chair in his hands still… And he’s smiling! Fury blinks, then levels another kick… SMACK!!!!! BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! With the exact same result! Davis just shakes his head, then tilts his head up a bit… Almost goading Fury to try again. “Don’t do it, Citizen Fury!” “Do it! DDDDDOOOOO IIIIITTTTT!!!!!” Fury, looking absolutely confused, suddenly smiles. He dives, and Davis swings the chair down… WHOOSH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Davis looks back up at the crowd reaction, and… WHAP!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury connects with a spinning toe kick to Davis’ now apparently unprotected head! This staggers the challenger somewhat, as he wasn’t exactly expecting it. “He faked the dive, then Citizen Fury surprised Davis with a nice kick!” Suddenly… BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis, who recovered quick, slung the chair back into position and absolutely leveled the off-balance Fury with a chairshot to the head! Fury goes down like a sack of flightless birds, and Davis drops the chair, going to the ground and hooking the leg… ONE!... TWO!… THRE… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Fury got the shoulder up!” Comet screams. “Fury got the shoulder up after being absolutely felled by that chair blast to the noggin! How in the name of Olympia did he do that???” “The ref’s count was slow!” Riley growls. “There’s no way that referee should be in this organization after this match! As a matter of fact… Get another ref out there now!” Davis pulls the groggy Fury up by the ponytail, then grins. “What’s he got on his mind?” Comet wonders aloud. “Pain,” Riley answers, grinning. “Lots and lot of pain…” Davis sets up behind Fury, wrapping him up in a full nelson… You can see the grimace on Fury’s face from the abuse his neck took early in the match. Davis then powers Fury up and parallel to the ground… “Oh sweet Hera no…” And Davis drives Fury down… Onto the steel chair! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Davis with a nice Hardcore modification to one of his staples, the Full Nelson Atomic Drop!” Riley dotes. Davis goes to the ground, making the cover, hooking the leg… ONE!... TWO!… THRE… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Give up!” Riley screams. “Give it up already!” “I don’t think he’ll listen to you, Bobbo.” Davis, finally letting some frustration show, drags Fury back to his feet, and slings him into the security railing. Fury impacts solidly, and you can almost hear him deflate as the wind comes out of him. Davis is on him again, grabbing his head, and slamming it into the steel rail… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And again… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And again… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And again! And several more times until the steel barrier is tinted red… “Oh my God!” Comet sputters. “Fury’s busted open!” And indeed, Fury’s forehead is split quite nicely, spilling blood down his face. He looks quite out of it as well as Davis spies what could be the finishing touch to all this. He drags Fury over towards the announce table… “Uh-oh…” “Uhm… Comet? Fly us out of here… Or something… Now!” Comet and Riley scatter as Davis heaves Fury onto the table, monitors bouncing to the floor… Davis picks up a nearby chair, closes it, and swings it down… BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Into the chest of Fury! BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Again! BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Again! BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And after the last, Davis tosses the chair aside… And makes his way back to the ring, heading for the corner! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Davis looking to end it all right here!” “Including Fury’s career! Woo-hoo!” Davis climbs to the top… But is stopped when Washington slides into the ring, trying to talk him out of a very dangerous course of action. Washington yells and pleads with his client, but… For once… It’s to no avail! “C’mon, Marcus! Let him do it!” Davis turns back towards the table, where Fury has not moved… When Marc grabs Davis’ foot! “Citizen Washington not wanting to see his meal ticket put at undue risk just because of his frustration at not putting Fury away earlier!” “’Meal ticket’? That’s an insult to everything good in this world!” “…That’s the best you had, Bobbo?” “Yeah… Sorry…” Meanwhile, Davis is trying to shake his friend off his foot, but then has enough… And give him just enough of a shove to put him on his rear! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! That’s probably the only pop Davis has heard in recent history, but it quickly inverses as he leaps off the top turnbuckle… And… All… The… Way… CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Is the crowd cheering at the sheer carnage? Is the crowd cheering the broken bodies on the floor? No… “I can’t believe it…” Comet whispers, then… “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” “No… No, no, no… This can’t be!” And we find… FURY MOVED! Fury, just moments before Davis’ impact, rolled off the table. Davis completely shattered the table, but got nothing out of it because Fury wasn’t home! And now… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury is getting up! Slowly… But he’s up! Unfortunately, the sudden reversal of the crowd mood tells another side of the story… Davis is also making his way to his feet as well. Fury slowly picks his way through the wreckage of the table, spinning Davis around, and before Davis can react… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! A quick kick to the gut! Davis is doubled over! The crowd cheers hard as Fury turns around, locks Davis in a ¾ facelock… And kneels quick, driving Davis’ jaw into his shoulder! But he’s not finished as he slowly stands back up… Facelock still in place! Can he do it? YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury’s back to a stand! He sits out in the debris, and plants Davis’ jaw hard into his shoulder! “Thunder and Lightning, BAH GAWD! Citizen Fury hit the finisher! But will he get the count???” Fury goes to the mat, hooking the leg of the prone Davis! ONE!... No movement from Davis… TWO!... Davis is twitching now, mustering for a last ditch effort… …And… THREE!!!!! He gets the shoulder up! But not before the three count! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Your winner…” Funyon announces over the crowd, “And… STILL… SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion… CHRISTIAN… FUUUUU-RYYYYY!!!!!” “Citizens, we’re up against the commercial break, but we’ll be right back!” The EMTs start flooding the area as we fade…

Well... Not exactly what I was hoping to come home to lunch to... I lose the Hardcore Title. Cross loses the US Title... I have a feeling our tag titles are in jeopardy. I'd post my losing match, but I know exactly what was wrong with it. Very rushed, just to get it out the door before going to work. Definitely not my best work. But... I suppose I'll post it anyway. Shame on me. Good win, Sean. Very well-laid and well-executed plan. More comments later when I get home...

Ugh... One and done. Beautiful. Sooooo... Let's see: Got 4 hits overall, including a homer. At least 2 walks. At least 2 steals as well. Scored 4 times, and at least 2 RBI. But all this in 6 games, spanning at least 20 at-bats. Boston out in 6. Overall... Consistently bad. Non clutch. Blah.

Wow... Just call me Mister Fall. BA up 135 points... And it looks like I finally found that little extra to get 'em over the wall! Traded 6 doubles for 4 homers and 3 triples... I'll take it! All in all, not a bad rookie season, if I do say so myself.

Bumpers, before this sinks too far. So... When's the playoffs?

Sweet... A show off. That means I can catch up on some sleep from my workshifts. Expect some promoage, considering I haven't cut one in a while.

MAIN EVENT#1 SWF CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Toxxic© vs Andrea Montgomery - As much as I would totally mark out for a female champ, Toxxic just ended yet another storied career.... How many does that make now? Anyway, Toxx is a dream-killer, and in one of the closest matches ever marked in the SWF, Toxx proves why. SINGLES MATCH Landon “La Cucaracha Maddix” vs Jamie Drazon - Only on the virtue of JD being the cagey, tenacious little bastard of a veteran that he is. QUESTION MARK MATCH ??? vs Manson - I'm thinking that ??? are Manson's LOLlerskates, coming back for retribution. USJL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH David Cross© vs Ace Lezaire - Gotta give the obligatory mark-out to my partner in crime, fellow tag belt holder, and fellow double champion. ICTV/US TITLE CONTENDERSHIP TAG TEAM MATCH Todd Cortez vs Spike Jenkins vs Austin Sly vs Ryan Dustin - In what could be another very compelling tag team, Cortez and Dustin take it to the plummeting Jenk and the tweener Sly, starting rumors of HB Part Deux. HARDCORE TITLE CONTENDERSHIP MELEE Uncle Filthy vs Evan Wolfe vs Danny Dagda vs Carnage - Heh... I don't know if I want to meet any of these folks with a title on the line. But Uncle has impressed me insanely much. (Clutches Hardcore belt tighter) SINGLES MATCH rKade vs Kaine - Kaine is the 'new' word for 'slump-buster'.

Wow... That's all I can say, really... Damn, Mike. Making people look good til the end. (Salute)

Mike = Much ruleage. I would love to see his losing match, because I'm damn sure it was a work. w00t!s to 'Drea for her win. Congrats to Landon for reclaiming his title. Huzzah! to the n00bs that wrote. And... CROSS! FURY! Your NEW Tag Team Champs! And both double-belt holders, I might add! w00t!age! Spike / Sean, would love to see your guys' match, too.

Hell, I'm game.

MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE MATCH TITLE VERSUS CAREER Toxxic© vs Mike Van Siclen - I like ya, Toxx... I really do. But with a career on the line, how can someone not come out and write the match of their life? DUMPSTER MATCH ICTV TITLE BOUT "The Icon" Max King© vs Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix -I'm not sure how well "The Icon" could write this one, considering his image. TRIPLE THREAT Andrea Montgomery vs Johnny Dangerous vs Ace Lezaire - Yowza... All three great competitors, really... My edge would go for Johnny D, but no one in their right mind can count Ace and our gal 'Drea out. TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH Revolution 0© vs David Cross & Christian Fury - Can't predict, but I will say the first / third person 'clash' will not exist. It'll be all third person, just for continuity's sake. SINGLES MATCH Evan Wolfe vs rKade - Both interesting characters. I'm predicting both to write. SINGLES MATCH Uncle Filthy vs Carnage - Can't go wrong if you have a pirate in your corner.

Oh pshaw! (Smirks) I was ready to come back at Genesis, but I didn't. (Shrug)

I'll go with Kibs too. Also, even though the comeback was short, and he jobbed himself out a bit... The legendary GSMS, "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens, deserves a nomination... Or at least an honorable mention. And, in a bit of a 'self-centered bastard' moment: I nominate myself. True, it's been a short comeback so far... And true also, I've been crushing bunches and bunches of no-shows. (Insert anime glare here) Buuuuut... I've already got a title. Going for another, or at least a split of the Tag titles. Plus the fact that you know you've missed the first person writing... That, and the fact that I've actually -stayed- longer than a week on this return. But... Yeah... Kibs and GSMS definitely.

Flesher, Toxxic... And Janus. Maybe Kibs too.

That just implies that they were really better individually, but that's just my opinion. As for my selections... Yeah, I'll go with Hollywood Boulevard for breaking a long-storied record. And because they're cool like that. Rookies? Uhm... Was Toxxic a rookie for this? If so, definitely him.

I'm going two-fold with this one. Tom Flesher Janus We know Tom's retired, and can definitely qualify for having one of the more illustrious careers that the fed's seen in a while. Janus... Well, I guess he's retired? And besides being a wuss and running off after losing THE Title Strap... (Ducks and covers) All kidding aside, of course... (Ugh! Lemme go, Janus! I said I was kidding!) Janus' career was also quite impressive. Solid worker, reached the pinnacle... And in all reality, we could say he still went out on top. So yeah. 2 nominees. Deal.

I think Candace / Frisco is a definite shoe-in for this one. IL... Well, he's been a target of opportunity for a few years now, so... Beating on him has pretty much gotten to the point where it's old hat and just a natural extension of the festivities here in the league, so... I can't, in good faith, nominate him.