Vasarian_Brandy

Heh... Not sure if I'll take the 'Internet column' comment as a compliment or an insult, since you had to follow it up with "on WWE.com"... But I had to do the shout out. You, sir, have had the 'career' I wish I could've, had I been able to write for the majority of the last 2+ years. Who knows what the next 2+ years may bring, but in the end, I hope I can even hold a candle to what you had.

Well... Guess I can't complain too loudly. Now the Tea Baggers have a guy good on both corners of the infield. Wish I would've picked up a little more pop in the bat, or a better feel for the strike zone, but... At least he made it through Spring Training in one piece!

Well... I have to say I was planning on writing a little promo for the PPV, but then I got wind of someone retiring. ... Actually what happened was Tom talked to me in chat one day, and asked if I could forego writing for the show. He said he was gonna try his hand on a little bit of the first-person, and since he knew I'd been planning on returning, and using that very style... I was touched, and though I'd been thinking about doing a third-person promo for myself for the show, I just thought it better that I not write, and let it be Tom's night. I'll get my triumphant return soon enough. And man... I'd gladly give up any spot in any show for as good a writing as that was. Very traditional, very cool... In short, a stellar ending for a stellar career. Comments on the rest of the show when I get back home.

Ruleage on being the first overall pick! (Thrashes) As Fury's agent, we hope to be able to give the Boston fans what they want to see, and bring home an eventual winning season and, of course, the National Championship. As for the picture, yeah... I'll see if I can't find something coming up here. Spring Training... Hmm... Contact Hitting - 2 Power Hitting - 5 Strike Zone Judgment - 5 Defense - 3 Also want to try and pick up third base as a secondary position, just for a little versatility.

Uhm... Whatever?

Shortdogger. Meh... Wahtever. Hey, speaking of all those yo-yos (LDP, SDI, Syd Sky, Sarah, etc.), anyone heard from their likes since the hurricanes went through their neck of the woods?

Cute. Double post. Bah. +1

Longdogger Ian and Frisco in a thumb-tacked, barb-wired, flaming tables of DOOOOOOOOOOM! match... Longdogger Ian would make it a squash.

Sooooo... Since Candace / frisco so kindly decided to fuck us all and (ahem) put crazy glue on all the toilet seats... (Has to stop and laugh for a moment) Sorry, sorry... I mean... did (s)he go to all the arenas we're going to and do it? Or just the one we're at now? And... Does (s)he realize that crazy glue is quick-drying??? Meaning it will most likely be dry by the time anyone sat on it??? Sorry I have to explain the physics here, but... I'm a mechanic. I know how this shit works. Anyway... So since the aformentioned numbskull is gone, is this turning into a triple threat?

Smarks Board Name: Vasarian_Brandy Wrestlers Name: Christian Fury - Yep... That one... Height: 6' 3" Weight: 231 lbs Hometown: Cleveland, Ohio Age: 30 Face/Heel: On the face side of 'tweener Stable: None Ring Escort: None Weapons: Kendo stick as a main weapon, but he'll rarely use it outside of a hardcore / no-DQ match. Black leather belt as a secondary weapon, using the same stipulations. Quotes: "Life is a lesson of pain, loss, and anguish... Today, -I- am your teacher!", "Let The Fury give the fans what they fuckin' wanna see!" Looks: When not scheduled to wrestle, Chris Fury usually wears his long, red hair in a ponytail to keep it out of his face. His black leather jacket is usually either being worn, or close to Fury's side. The "Fury" on the back of the jacket is written in a silvery-red stylized script. He wears black denim jeans with silver-colored stitching, a pair of "Marauders", and a form-fit, short-sleeved muscle shirt... The shirt is black, with "Lara's Angel" scripted in silver on the front, a gold halo around the "A". On the back is a picture of Fury and the aforementioned Lara in wrestling gear, posing in 'fight mode'. Under the picture, "Everlasting Love" is scripted in silver. Accessory-wise, he wears a pair of silver-framed, reflective sunglasses, and a simple gold ring on a silver chain, which hangs around his neck. In the ring, not much changes... The muscle shirt is simply black, and the "Marauders" gain a nice steel toe. Ring Entrance: The arena lights drop down to nothingness... The only illumination is the suddenly increased flashbulb activity... The crowd murmurs in excited anticipation for the athlete about to appear. System Of A Down's "Aerials" softly filters over the house speakers, lulling the crowd into a semi-calm. The SmarkTron shows a slow-motion video montage of Fury up high on the ropes, and plummeting down, flipping to smash some unsuspecting opponent on the floor below. Just as the first verse is ready to play, a massive pyro explosion flares up at the entrance ramp, and the music switches to the guitar solo before the second-to-last chorus (the point right after they start screaming). Fury then comes out from behind the curtains, walking intently down towards the ring with kendo stick in hand. The fans give him the love only a face could deserve, but Fury doesn't pay it attention. Behind him, the SmarkTron flashes highlights from past matches along with the red stylized-script "Fury". The music drives the crowd louder and louder... Fury mounts the ring apron, and springboards himself in, much to the delight of the crowd. He lands, kendo stick poised to kick ass and take names. After a moment, he slides the kendo stick out of the ring, along with the removed jacket and sunglasses. He then surveys the crowd with a icy, blue-eyed gaze, then levels the same gaze at his opponent. He steps back to his corner, waiting for the match to start... Stats: ¯¯¯¯¯ Strength: 5 Speed: 6 Vitality: 6 Charisma: 3 Note: Not much has changed since his last SJL run... He hangs onto his old ring gear and such as memories of a happier past, just like he still holds the bad memories. His continued training is more a testament to 'habit' than the urge to wrestle again over the past year. But since he decided on returning, his routine has gotten steadily better. Dedication has proved good, as he's been able to drive himself harder than ever. Because of his constant on-again, off-again with the league, a lot of his old fan base has moved on... But this too shall pass. Style: Technical speedster, but with access to a big move or two. Signature moves: - Knife hand chops from the top turnbuckle - Slingshot into the corner - Double spinning back fist... The hands are laced together to provide a little more 'pop' in the hit. - Tiger Suplex - Sidewalk slam - The Gore - Super-Sault : A souped-up moonsault... Can be directed at an unaware or prone opponent either inside or outside of the ring, but the move is most effective when directed at a prone opponent outside the ring. Fury climbs to the top turnbuckle, and walks the top rope to about midway... He bobs once, twice, getting the rope to move under him... On the third bounce, he jumps off at the rope's apex. The rope gives him more height, providing for a stronger, longer moonsault. But if Fury misses... Common moves: - Double nerve strikes to the neck - Arm wringer - Spinning heel kick to the head or chest... Can also be more of a toe-kick to get the steel toe into play - Sleeper hold - Leaping 'reverse' bulldog... Usually off an irish whip. It's a 'reverse' because the back of the head hits the mat first. - Top turnbuckle legdrop - Shot to the groin... Usually to break up an opponent's move. - Shoulder charges to a cornered opponent - Piledriver - Back drop... Either as a defensive move or off of an irish whip - Short-arm clothesline - Lifting leg stomp - Side headlock takedown - School boy cradle - Knuckle to temple... Yeah, it looks lame... But you try to not feel pain with someone trying to jam their knuckle into your brain! Rare moves: - Standing bow-and-arrow backbreaker hold - Ring rope surfboard... Usually only used in non-DQ, because the set-up is difficult without the ref seeing. - Stone Cold's "pissed-off" on-the-mat punching routine - Twist Of Fate... The most common of the rare moves - Top rope mat slam... Think top rope X-Factor. Fury has to disrupt an opponent's top rope move, usually by shaking the ropes, and letting the turnbuckle rigging take care of the rest. Finishers: - "Let's Roll!" (rope): Second rope guillotine face driver... Fury takes a dazed opponent to the corner. He then climbs up to the second rope, holding the opponent momentarily still. Fury grabs one arm, and places his leg over the back of the opponent's neck, pushing him down to a semi-bent position. Then Fury jumps down from the second rope, and uses the laws of gravity to drive the opponent's (no longer) pretty face into the mat! - Painful Memories (submission): Inverted Indian deathlock with bridging rear chinlock... Okay, this one needs explaining. Opponent is face down on the mat. Fury crosses one ankle of opponent into the crook of opponent's other knee, then bends that knee back so the leg is up. Fury uses the back of their leg to apply pressure to the opponent's leg that is up and puts their leg in between opponent's entangled legs. Fury then stands and bridges backwards to apply an inverted rear chinlock on the victim, applying pressure to legs, back and neck of opponent. - Lightning And Thunder (power): A double Stunner... The first one is done by just kneeling fast, so it's not as potent... But the head is held after the first one, and the second one is 'normal', with the bounce-away at the end. Notes: Fury doesn't talk much... But when he does, he tries to get into the head and psyche of his opponent. He's a slightly 'distanced' and 'cold' person. He's balancing on the proverbial fence due to traumatic experiences in his past. He is NOT mental. He's just fighting inner demons right now. Bio: In the year since his last stint in the SJL, he has travelled the globe, trying to bring himself to sorts. Memories of his parents, Lara... All have finally lost a decent amount of their sting, but they linger like a scar on his soul. In his travels, he's met with many lost family and friends... And in time, he's found the will and strength to return to something that he went away from... The source of memories, good and bad. He now returns to fight the good fight in the ring for his family, his love... And himself. But even as he returns to the ring for real, the wounds of the past creep into his mind...

... But I had to work... So sue me. ---------- If Fate had dealt me a better hand than this, I could’ve cashed in on a cool million at the World Series of Poker. As it is… Returning to the roots of my aspirations and goals and dreams in the same place where my life took root… I couldn’t ask for a much bigger moment in my life. Driving into the Gund Arena performer’s parking lot, I couldn’t help but be in awe of everything I’d seen in the past day. Cleveland, a rapidly brightening jewel at the edge of Lake Erie… So much has changed since I was here last, over a year ago. More people, more big business… There's just more hustle and bustle overall. This town is really starting to thrive, both economically and culturally. But at the same time, the core of what makes the city great is still in place: The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame… The Jake. Cleveland Browns Stadium. The Great Lakes Science Center. And the place I’m pulling up to now: Gund Arena. As I step out of my car, a few folks toss me a smile. The people haven’t changed, either. Yesterday at the hotel, talk was hot about the Indians still trying to make a run at the playoffs. The bar down the way hosted a local sports talk show, and the conversation was thick with the Browns… How would they do, was the future bright… And what about this year… And still more on the streets: The Cavs, the war, the election… Space, sex, TV… People in this town cared about their city, their country, their world… And themselves. As I walk towards the Gund, I realize with a smile that Cleveland was, in a way, a mini microcosm of me coming back to my childhood dreams. The core of me has never changed. Small aspects, yes… Some good, some bad… But the solid stuff in the center. Still as solid as ever. And I find myself hoping that will be enough to assist me on my newest adventure. ----- “I need to see some ID, please.” The gruff, authoritative tones belong to a Cleveland police officer that met me at the performer’s entrance of the Gund. I put the credentials he just returned to me in my pocket with an inward sigh at the needless delay. Fishing my ID from my wallet, I knew I understood why he was doing what he was. With the third anniversary of the September 11 attacks and the deaths and bloodshed in Iraq weighing on everyone’s minds so heavily, you couldn’t be too careful. He looks over my ID for a few moments… He’s probably trying to make heads or tails of the Washington State way of making drivers licenses. And as he pulls the radio to his lips to check with someone inside about authorizing me entrance, my mind is allowed to wander back on my own private thoughts of 9/11… The personal losses that my heart and mind took that day when I heard the news… Watched the towers fall. The tragedy cut me deeper than anything physical ever could... Or even would now. I lost two of the closest people in my life in a single instant that day… And it wasn’t over… After all, they always say that everything happens in threes… “You know, they weren’t expecting you for another day.” The officer’s voice pulls me from my silent reveries. I muster a faint smile. “I figured I’d get some time in before everyone else and their mother shows up,” I reply. “You know… Try to get used to it all again.” “Again, huh?” The officer scrutinizes me for a moment, and then apparently gives up his search for… Whatever. “Well, you’re pretty lucky they’re not so strict on when people show.” He hands back my ID, which I promptly replace in my back pocket. “Go on in. You have full clearance to the dressing room areas and the ring.” “Thanks, sir.” I smile at him as he keys in a number on the lock, and pulls the door open. “Have a good one.” He nods at me as I pass him going in the doorway, and he shuts it behind me. As I’m turning the corner to follow the sign labeled “Dressing Area”, I hear the officer’s voice drift from behind the reinforced door: “Hey… Wait a minute… That was…” I grin as his voice is lost in the shuffle of work being done close to where I’m walking, glad to know that there’s one person that at least remembers me. ----- Passing through the corridors under the main sprawl of the Gund, I start to recall days of old… The blood and sweat I lost in this very arena and others like it… It’s amazing how simple things like looking down a corridor, catching sight of a poster, or hearing the drifting voices of people talking about events can just bring memories so crisply back into focus, even if so far removed. Walking past a doorway, I stop short, something tickling at the back of my brain… I look around, and then look into the room… It’s clean, sterile-looking… A lot of shades of white. I sniff the air, something clicking… There it is… Antiseptics… The ‘rubbery’ smell of bandages… Decidedly hospital smells… That snaps my memories back in time again… It was an arena just like this… Don’t remember where exactly… But I remembered being beat up pretty bad. And this beautiful angel patching me up… Pretty young thing. Nice smile. Beautiful laugh. And excellent patchwork. We wound up talking on and off for a good long while… Got close… Real close. Then in a sheer twist of anything that was sane… Or human… I nearly destroyed her. I had lost her for a long time. Then I left the ring… But eventually, we made amends… Were planning on a comeback… Together. To spend the rest of our lives together… Things were falling into place… But then… 9/11… And shortly after… She lost her life tragically, trying to do her job and help others… I drifted… For a couple months… Then… I just left… To refind myself… And now… I shake myself loose of the memories… Finding myself still staring into the med tech room. I move on down the hall, taking a deep breath of the fresher air, letting it cleanse me. ----- Walking into the locker room is like walking into a Jacuzzi to me… Refreshing, familiar… Very welcome. I look around, starting to get myself into the mindset I’ll need to get into this whole wrestling thing again. I started following the SWF again… Trying to see where old opponents had gone, and who the new up-and-comers were. I saw the rise, fall, and outright disappearance of Janus … Johnny Dangerous rise to his old form… The return of some downright legends… Including one “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens. I smile at that one. It’ll be interesting to wrestle with, or against him… I held him and the rest of the Carnival in the highest esteem… I had always hoped to be as good as they. But the matches that Stevens has been getting… Brutal. I keep finding myself wondering who he pissed off… Not only to get drug out of retirement, but to get put in these absolutely insane matches… I hope I don’t fall to that fate. And some of these newer folks… Some that I don’t remember well in my time here… Max King… John Duran… Candace… Toxxxic… Some damn fine talent… It’s definitely going to be tough for me to break in easily, or without me taking my lumps. Then… There’s “Petey the Irish Penguin”. I’ve watched him a little bit… Him and his “merry band of misfits”… I haven’t seen him recently, but he reminds me of someone I knew in the way back when… Crazy, wild… A penchant for pretty women and bizarre antics and losing streaks… Hopefully I’ll get the chance to see him, see if he compares with my old friend. But, enough reminiscing… I set my bag down in an open locker, and tread out of the room… One more place to go before I get some workout in… ----- Home. That’s the only word I can use to describe where I am now… What I see before me… As I walk through one of the tunnels leading to the Gund’s main floor… I see the newly-constructed wrestling ring. I find myself smiling from ear to ear. This is where I belong. I walk up to the ring apron, hand running along the fabric. The feeling… The slight roughness of the texture relights sensations and memories of matches past… The spring of the ring ropes as I grab them and hop up on the apron… I duck under the ropes, grinning like a fool. The passion I had for this sport comes through, flooding back full-force as I bounce against the near ropes, feeling the give under my back. The subtle “POP” of the ropes as I come off them each time just reinforces my realization that… I’m back once again. And all at once, I stop, smiling lightly to nothing in particular. “I’m back to where I should be,” I whisper to the empty arena. “I’m back… For myself… For my family… My love…” I look up at the ceiling… Past the ceiling… With a grin, knowing that somewhere out there, 3 people are definitely watching and waiting to see how I’ll fare… And I know they’re happy with my decision to finally return. “And for the fans…” I chuckle to myself. "Let The Fury give the fans what they fuckin' wanna see!"

First Name: Christian Last Name: Fury Nickname: Thunder Number: 25 Origin: USA Birth date: 5/28/2000 Age to start: 18 Height: 6'3" Weight: 231 Lbs Bats: Switch Throws: Right Position: 1B Speed +1 Batting average talent +1 Doubles talent +1 Triples talent +1 Homeruns vs. left-handed pitchers +1 vs. right-handed pitchers +1 talent +2 Drawing Walks talent +1 Loyalty: Loyal Needs winner: Sometimes Leader ability: Great Leader Clutch performance: Great Consistency: Good

... How I loathe you.

Heh... There's other Chris-type people out there, y'know.

Hey, I'd warned you ahead of time that if something came up with work, that I'd be unable to make it. (Mutters at some broke-ass plane that dragged him down to... The LA area) They didn't even send me anywhere exciting! One of my friends went to Spain for a week to fix a plane! I got Riverside, CA! Talk about getting the shaft. Anyway, yeah... I'll be here for the season.

My apologies for not making the draft... Called out of town for important business.

Hmm... Maybe I'll have to pull out something from the olden days... I'm sure everyone would just love a little Christian Fury for G5! (Crickets... Wind... Sounds of silence... Etc...) Yeesh... Never-you-mind then.

That's right! Taste my medicine... BIAZNATCHES~! (Marks the fuck out)

C'mon now... Just because Silent and I teamed up to pull one of the most unexpected, yet diabolical and amazing heel turns that's probably been seen, you don't need to be bitter...

Seventeen? (Cackles gleefully) Still sooooo young... Much to learn. But Happy B-Day anyway.

Car. EDIT: Téigh trasna ort féin! (Grin)

Heh... I'd be happy to write a DNS match if ever the need arose... Considering I'm still not officially back yet. Hmm. (Needs to get his character sheets from home at his lunch break...)

Chat, biznatches! Now. C'mon... Right now. Y'know you wanna...

Okay... That was disturbing. Funny, yes... But disturbing too...

You've got your 8th. (Starts setting up the draft pull for Death From Above)