Zack Malibu

The thing with Smackdown is they really aren't in a position to lose any "name" talent. They have nothing they can afford to lose, but everything to gain. Plus remember, it won't be the strict 5 for 5 drafting. They can and probably will do a few trades just like last year. The draft can be used for a few good things. Break up Conway and Grenier, and let Rob go it alone as a singles. Hell, put La Resistance on Smackdown together, then have Dupree and Grenier turn on Conway. Conway/Haas vs. La Rez would be something fresh. Unless Haas went to RAW, which leads me too... Haas vs. Benjamin. This should happen. Turn Charlie heel and have him show up on RAW and jump/attack/feign friendship with Shelton. The angle writes itself. Charlie got "ditched", had to sit back and watch Shelton become a star, and now he wants the chance that he should have gotten in the first place. They have a backstory already so it'll be easier for fans to get into. Orton should definitely go to Smackdown once he's healed up. I think both Michaels and Jericho should go to SD! Imagine Michaels/Rey vs. Eddie/Jericho on an episode of SD! Heidenreich to RAW to form a hoss team with Snitsky. There's nothing else for them to do, so why not. Throw in Big Vis just to make it the sloppiest three man team in history. I could see The Dudleys winding up back on RAW as babyfaces. One big angle they could do is to have Edge get drafted/traded to SD!, and have him snap over losing the Money In The Bank title shot he earned. Then do an angle with Long where Edge tries to force him to adhere to the stipulation, and Long won't, yadda yadda yadda, ultimately winding up with Edge vs. Cena for the SD! belt. It'd be a decent feud IMO, and Edge is one guy who could have a good match (maybe not carry him, but at least put something good together with him) that's worthy of a main event on a PPV.

Super Crazy and Psicosis as a rudo team on Smackdown would be teh rule.

Well in that case, our match was sent in, but you haven't posted it yet. Hint: It ended with a WC run-in, but since it's the hardcore show he got pinned for us to win the match, and Cortez claimed his half of the tag titles. Johnny and Todd then went on a successful run, while WC became stuck with a nervous breakdown gimmick (after a real life nervous breakdown, which gave creative teh idea) similar to Christian's "tantrum" gimmick. It got him so over that he recently won another SWF Title. Actually, no he didn't. It was a JAKKS toy belt. And by "won" I mean "stole out of a little kid's hand at an event and ran like hell".

There's one in your inbox, you silly bitch. Just signed: Zack Malibu and Some Guy vs. Hell's Hitmen.

Well, since the match already has the wacky Russo "Enemies teaming" bit, why not have Johnny defend his half of the tag titles in the match, and anyone, including his own partner, is eligible to pin him. Ratings baby. Ratings.

Read. Discuss. Critique. Enjoy. “It may not be a metropolis like New York City, or as glamorous as Los Angeles, but tonight, Billings, Montana could very well become a historical footnote in SWF history!” That welcoming is what brings us back to Smarkdown, as Longdogger Pete greets the viewers at home. Longtime SWF fans will also note Pete’s partner, the Suicide King, who offers a rebuttal to that statement. “I know what you’re getting at, Pete, and I’m not sure I see it that way. Cortez seems to be sliding down the mountain so to speak, while Toxxic has been sitting on top of it for a while now. Not to mention that Toxxic has the support of Revolution Zero, while Cortez has…Cortez. Maddix is doing his own thing, Clark is MIA, and Cortez’s closest confidant is soaking up the rays in some retirement village in Naples!” “I’m willing to be he’s watching this broadcast somewhere, so let’s not keep him waiting. Funyon, we’re ready, this crowd is ready, so take it away!” DING. DING. DING. “Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!” “BREATHE!” “OH!” The combination of that announcement and the sounding of the challenger’s theme music brings the crowd to their feet, pumping their fists and raising their signs up high. The Metrapark crowd are visible only by the strobing, pulsing green lights that beam down on the arena, and pyro shoots up from the stage, adding to the lightshow, as the Urban Legend slowly walks out onto the ramp! “Introducing first, the challenger…hailing from Hollywood Boulevard, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds…he is the Urban Legend, TODDDDD CORRRTEZZZZ!” A deafening roar follows Funyon’s bellowing of the name, a name that has already found it’s way into the SWF history books. Looking as focused as we’ve ever seen him, the young man from “The Streets” walks down to the ring, his sunglasses absent from his entrance attire tonight. Cortez simply walks down to the ring, looking straight ahead and not interacting with any of his many fans, and pauses at ringside, looking upwards and clutching that sacred cross he wears in his hand, then kisses it and closes his eyes for a moment. “I hope he’s praying that he lives to tell about his career another day, because this could be the final nail in Todd Cortez’s coffin!” “For months this feud has ravaged on, and it has seen a revolving door of talent get involved. Now finally, it comes down to these two men, one on one, with the greatest prize in the game today on the line!” Cortez removes his bulletproof vest and drops it at ringside, but when the sound of “Rookie” strikes, he immediately turns to face the entranceway. “PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG!” Those ominous words flash across the Smarktron, and thunderous, repeated pyro bursts set off alongside the stage, marking the entrance of the SWF World Champion. “From Nottingham, UK, and weighing in tonight at two hundred, eighteen pounds, he is the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…TOXXXXXXXICCCCC!” With no Jet, nor any other members of his Revolution Zero stable in sight, the Straight Edge Superstar walks to the ring, thumbing his nose while staring ahead at the challenge that awaits him between the ropes. The champion rolls into the ring, coming up in front of Cortez and swinging his arms out, setting off the pyro from each corner while still engaged in a staredown with his rival. Toxxic then unstraps the World Title from around his waist and hands it to senior official Sexton Hardcastle, who raises it up high to signify this as a title match. Toxxic then removes his T-shirt and throws it out to ringside, then backs away from Cortez, however neither man let’s the other one out of his sights. “The tension is thick and deep, and once that bell sounds…” DING. DING. DING. “…hell, you’ll know what I’m talking about right now!” Immediately the two men come face to face, nose to nose. Toxxic and Cortez stand in the center of the ring, oblivious to their surroundings. Tonight, all they care about is each other, with one man looking to avenge a friend and make his mark, and another looking to vanquish his most persistent foe to date. The two men back away slowly and begin circling each other, preparing to lock up in one on one competition on national television… …but Cortez comes out swinging, as Toxxic expected a lockup! Seeing the opening, Cortez starts firing off with right hands, catching the champion with his defenses down! The blows send Toxxic back against the ropes, and Cortez follows up with an Irish whip, sending the champion to the far side, then sends him crashing to the canvas with a spinning leg lariat! Cortez goes for Toxxic, but Toxxic quickly rolls out under the bottom rope and stumbles around ringside, protesting the actions of his challenger! “Well Cortez didn’t want to be cordial about getting this match underway…and it looks like he’s not going to wait for Toxxic to return on his own accord!” Cortez ducks out of the ring and storms after his rival, leaving Toxxic to escape the chase by rolling back into the ring and backing away as Cortez enters behind him. Toxxic tells Hardcastle to keep his eye on Cortez, and the Urban Legend simply halts his attack, glaring as Toxxic voices his concerns. Cortez starts to approach again, and Toxxic readies for him, lifting his arms up…but once again Cortez feigns the lockup, and quickly grabs a headlock! Toxxic slides his head out rather easily, coming up behind Cortez and applying a headlock of his own…but after a moment of struggle Cortez free himself and once again applies a headlock on the World Champion! Cortez wrenches his arm around the cranium of the Straight Edge Sensation, but Toxxic again manages to escape, and when he does, pushes Cortez forward and away from him! Cortez immediately turns around, and this time Toxxic lunges at him, forcing the Urban Legend to tie up! They lock horns like two bulls and jockey for position, each man gaining a brief strength advantage before being forced back by his opponent. Toxxic quickly switches off, moving into a rear waistlock, but Cortez slips out of his grasp and counters with a rear waistlock of his own…and then shoves Toxxic just like he was shoved moments earlier! “Both men trying to get under the other one’s skin, obviously trying to take the other off his game.” Toxxic turns around, burning a hole through Cortez with his angered stare. Cortez waves him on, welcoming the champion to come at him once again. Toxxic, thinking to himself that that is what Cortez is counting on, begins circling his foe rather than going right for him. Once again the champion moves in for a lockup, and Cortez comes forward as well, but Toxxic switches gears quickly, shooting for the legs and hooking Cortez, then lifting him off his feet and slamming him to the mat! Cortez quickly pushes up, but Toxxic wraps him up in a front facelock, holding him in position while the Urban Legend comes up to his feet. Cortez hits a pair of kidney shots that barely phase Toxxic, but have enough of an effect to cause him to weaken his grip, allowing Cortez to slip his head free! Todd then boots Toxxic in the stomach and grabs another headlock, but the champion quickly counters by lifting Todd up and dropping him over his shoulder…right onto his feet! Cortez then stuns Toxxic with a flash rollup, pulling him to the mat for a quick cover! ONE! TWO! An easy kickout follows, and as Toxxic rests on his knees, Cortez makes the “that close” motion to him. Frustrated, Toxxic slaps his hand away and then comes up with guns blazing, peppering Todd with repeated elbow shots that stagger him back into the ropes. Once he’s against the ropes Toxxic pulls him away, then strikes him with a European uppercut, which only serves to stagger him yet again! Toxxic then pulls Cortez away from the ropes and attempts a snap suplex, but Cortez kicks his legs out and shifts his weight back down! The Urban Legend follows the reversal with a suplex attempt of his own, but Toxxic uses the same tactic as Cortez to block…then cradles him in a small package! ONE! TWO…ROLL THROUGH! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men scurry up to their feet, and Cortez takes a swing at Toxxic, only to have it ducked by the World Champion, who then hooks him by the waist and lifts him up…then launches him into the air and sends him crashing down on his tailbone! Cortez cringes as he feels the impact surge up his back, slowly getting up to his feet…and then getting his head taken off with a discus clothesline! ONE! T-KICKOUT! “Cortez won’t go down that easily, but it seems that Toxxic is ready to move past the feeling out process and get down to the real reason both men are out here. A fight to the finish!” Toxxic leads Cortez to his feet and shoves him back into the turnbuckles, but as he tucks his head and comes running to drill Cortez with a shoulderblock, Todd lifts up his knee, striking Toxx in the side of the head! Toxxic turns away, and Cortez bolts from the corner, grabbing him by the head and looking to bring him down with a bulldog…but Toxxic slips out of Todd’s grip and sends him sailing onto his back for a second time! When Todd starts to come up, Toxxic charges him, but Cortez throws both elbows up to block a lariat attempt, and Toxxic smashes his arm against them! As he flinches, Cortez strikes with an inverted atomic drop, then traps both of Toxxic’s arms and starts to headbutt him repeatedly, dazing him enough to carry him over with a Northern Lights Suplex without resistance! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Toxxic pushes his upper body off the canvas and slides out from under the weight of Cortez. As both men get to their feet Toxxic strikes with a knee to the ribcage, kieling Cortez over, then runs the ropes and knocks him silly with a kneelift. Cortez is in a fog, and Toxxic keeps on him, pulling him up into his arms and then dropping him ribs first down on his knee! Toxxic then stands over Cortez, snickering as the Hispanic star wheezes and coughs, then pulls him up, standing face to face with him, and drives another knee into the ribs. Cortez then finds himself sent to the corner, his back crashing against the turnbuckle pads. Toxxic follows up with a charge, driving his knee into Todd's ribs again, this time with the momentum of the charge causing even more pain. Todd doubles over again after having the wind knocked out of him, but Toxxic brings him out of the corner, then takes him over with a gutwrench suplex, putting him on his back. Toxxic then quickly drops an elbow, more of a reassurance that Cortez will remain stunned in that one spot, then runs the ropes and comes off with a double kneedrop to the upper body, driving them into the sternum and ribs! Cortez tucks his knees up and rolls to his side, but Toxxic rolls him back onto his back, then moves towards the ropes, coming off his feet onto the midlde, then the top rope and springboard down onto Todd with a double jump moonsault! Toxxic crashes down onto Cortez, and Hardcastle comes down to make a count...but Toxxic stands up, choosing not to cover Cortez, and instead leading him to his feet. "Not even an attempt at a pin? I sure hope the champ knows what he's doing!" Toxxic pulls the weakened Cortez to a standing position, then takes his right wrist and wrenches the arm, twisting and then tugging on it, pulling on the muscles and tendons. A second wringer follows, and this time he uses it to apply a hammerlock, pinning the arm behind Todd and then lifting him off his feet, then dropping him down with a back suplex, landing on his own right arm! "Any questions now, Pete?" "No, I'm quite all right, King. I can see what Toxxic's plan is." "He exploited one weakness in the ribs, and is now focusing on the arm, a favorite part of his to target. With Cortez so beaten from the prior attack, now he can't defend from Toxxic's normal arsenal!" Todd rolls onto his stomach and keeps his now wounded arm tucked under him, but Toxxic again pulls him off the canvas and wrenches the arm. Todd turns to Toxxic and brings his elbow with him, stunning the champion as he cracks him in the jaw, then whips Toxxic into the ropes, hiptossing him over with the good arm! Toxxic comes up quickly, moving towards Cortez...and gets dropkicked for the effort! Once he's up another dropkick follows, and Toxxic comes up to his feet after that one, finding himself taken into Todd's grasp and having a knee rammed into his ribs for a change, then stunned as Todd strikes away at his chest, blistering his pectoral region with open hand chops that echo so loudly the viewers at home cringe. Toxxic moves towards the corner, trying to get in the ropes which would prevent Cortez from continuing his onslaught, but Todd simply backs him against the ropes and climbs up on the second rope, pounding away on Toxxic's forehead! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Toxxic then shoves Cortez off of him, but Todd lands on his feet and charges in, monkey flipping Toxxic over! Cortez then kips up, drawing a loud pop from the fans, and rushes the World Champion as he's coming up, leaping onto his shoulders and bringing him over with a huracanrana! Toxxic is staggered, and soon finds himself dumped over the ropes, as Cortez connects with a running lariat that sends the leader of Revolution Zero tumbling over the top to the floor! Toxxic picks himself up off the floor, but then gets sent stumbling into the guardrail, courtesy of a baseball slide to the side of the head! Cortez then rolls back into the ring and bolts for the ropes, gaining momentum before launching himself over the ropes and down onto the champion with a flip plancha! "Air Cortez finds its mark, and this crowd is loving it!" Just as Pete states, the crowd is on their feet and raving about the dive, as Cortez gets up and hovers over Toxxic, grasping the spiked hair of his hated opponent and using it to hold him as he connects with right hands. Cortez then pulls Toxxic up, bringing him over to the apron and slamming his head into it before rolling him back into the ring! Toxxic rolls onto his back, dazed from the assault, and Cortez takes advantage of the situation by leaping back into the ring with his springboard kneedrop! Toxxic's body jolts on impact, and Cortez rolls to his feet, then leaps to the middle rope for the second half of his patented combo...BUT TOXXIC GETS THE KNEES UP...HOWEVER CORTEZ MOONSAULTS OVER HIS BODY AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Before Toxxic even realizes what just happened, Todd drops a leg across his throat, then comes back up to his feet and hops over Toxxic, then up onto the middle rope again, and NOW connects with the quebrada! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jeering comes up from the crowd, as Toxxic escapes defeat again, throwing up a shoulder to postpone the championship dreams of Todd Cortez. Todd simply stands up, then jumps onto Toxxic, crushing his upper body with a double stomp, then leads him up to his feet. Before Cortez can execute a hold of any kind, Toxxic fires up with a European uppercut, trying to break away from Todd. Cortez reels, then stuns Toxxic with an open hand chop, but Toxxic absorbs the blow, then fires off another European uppercut! A second open hand chop follows, while a third European uppercut follows that! Toxxic then pulls Cortez in close and drives a knee into his stomach once again, bruising those ribs some more, then brings Todd's face down onto the same knee with a facecrusher before hooking his head and hitting a DD...NO! Cortez shoves him away, into the ropes, and Toxxic comes back towards Cortez, right into his waiting arms...and floored with a Sitout Spinebuster! ONE! TWO! NO! "Cortez fights his way out of the Sobering Thought, and succeeds in putting Toxxic down!" "He didn't succeed in keeping him down though! It's going to take more than a few lucky strikes to dethrone Toxxic!" After the kickout Cortez again pulls Toxxic up, but this time the champion simply takes Todd's arm and pulls him to the canvas, trying to hold him in an armbar...but Cortez rolls over to his feet, escaping the attempt. He turns to Toxxic and tries for a ROARING ELBOW, but it's ducked, and Cortez then finds himself on the wrong end of a high angle back suplex, as Toxxic seeks to regain control of this contest! The Straight-Edger then brings Todd up, again focusing on the right arm and twisting it before holding it in a hammerlock, and using his free hand to drive his elbow into the back of Todd’s neck before following up with another back suplex down onto the right arm! “First the ribs, now the arm. Toxxic is a master at finding a body part and working it over until it’s rendered the opponent defenseless. Cortez took a beating on his ribs in the early going, and now the arm work comes into play.” “That right arm is a key to all of Todd’s signature maneuvers. The Riot Act Plus, Urban Assault, or the Street Dreams all need that right arm to have the full effect. I don’t know if he’ll be able to win this contest without catching Toxxic with one of those.” Toxxic poses for the crowd, as Todd rolls onto his knees, clutching his right arm with his left, and groaning in agony. Toxxic then runs the ropes and comes off, driving a boot into the back off Todd’s head and sending him facefirst to the canvas, then hoists him up by the waist and all the way over with a German Suplex! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! Toxxic releases his hold on Todd and gets up, pulling him to his feet and hooking both of his arms as he would for the TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME…but Cortez backdrops him over, the only defense he can muster at this time! Todd then collapses to all fours, while Toxxic gets right back up and charges for Todd, jerking him to a standing position by the straps of his wifebeater and then taking him in an inverted facelock and inflicting further punishment on him in the form of the Detoxx! Cortez is laid out on the canvas, and Toxxic sets him up by the corner, exiting the ring and ascending the ropes, as his opponent is motionless. Toxxic leaps from the top turnbuckle, somersaulting through the air…and comes down with both feet driving themselves into Todd Cortez’s ribcage, driving every last bit of breath from his body! “Brutal combination by Toxxic!” ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Despite the pain it has caused the Urban Legend, it was still not enough to get a three, and the frustration begins to build within the World Champion. He looms over Todd as he pushes himself up, then stands over his body and jerks his head back, striking him across the side of the face with some vicious forearm shots, and soon enough the blood starts to drip from the nose of Todd Cortez! “Sheer brutality shown from Toxxic, and the Urban Legend could have a busted nose as a result!” Toxxic then pulls him back up, apparently trying for another Detoxx on his foe, but Cortez manages to twist around and shove him off, into the ropes…and Toxxic comes back with a soccer kick to take Cortez off his feet! Toxxic then takes the right arm of Cortez and starts to pull him off the canvas, then executes a quick twist of the arm and snaps Cortez back down! Todd rolls away and tries to curl up, trying to deflect the onslaught of his sworn enemy, but Toxxic is too strong and persistent to give any leeway to the challenger. Cortez finds himself led to his feet and taken to the corner, where Toxxic seats himself on the top rope, his feet planted on the middle one, and both of Todd’s arms trapped in a butterfly lock. Thinking on his feet, Todd simply drives his head upward, catching Toxxic low and causing him to release his grip! The champion flinches, while Todd backs away, trying to catch his breath…only to have Toxxic dive from the middle rope and grab his head, spiking it with a DDT from the…NO! Cortez shoves him into the corner, and as Toxxic comes staggering away, the crash vibrating through his spine, Todd comes off the ropes, targeting the side of Toxxic’s body for the HOLLOW POINT…but Toxxic spins around just in time, dodging the human bullet and causing Todd to run to the other side of the ropes. Toxxic prepares for a rebound attack, but Todd clutches the ropes and brings himself to a stop, drawing a charging Toxxic to him…and backdrops him out onto the apron! The champ lands on his feet, and Cortez turns around, just in time to put up his arms to block an elbow shot, then catch Toxxic across the cheek with his own! Cortez then runs up the ropes, showcasing his excellent balance and agility, as he leaps from the top rope down onto Toxxic’s shoulders…AND RANAS HIM FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR! “Hot DAMN! That was incredible!” “One for the highlight reel surely, but also one that could cost Cortez just as much as it could cost Toxxic!” King’s observation is right on the money, as Todd looks just as spent as the shocked titleholder that was just taken down to ringside the hard way. Cortez picks himself up by the guardrail, and the first few rows of fans flock towards the railing, shouting and ranting words of encouragement towards Todd. Cortez breathes deeply, flinching slightly and massaging his right shoulder, then tears the wifebeater off his body and looks out to the crowd, a look of stern focus, bordering on anger now emblazoned across his face. Clutching his sweaty shirt in his hand, he moves for Toxxic, who is coming up to his feet, and hurls the wifebeater into his face, using it as a momentary distraction to tackle Toxxic and go off on him with a ground and pound attack! “Listen to these fans! They love it!” “Bloodthirsty savages! If Cortez doesn’t put a stop to those ILLEGAL fists, then they won’t get to see his championship dreams play out!” Hardcastle counts away, beckoning both men to come back into the ring. After slugging his opponent repeatedly, Todd simply pulls him up and throws him back into the ring, climbing up on the apron and pulling on the top rope as he watches Toxxic come up on spaghetti legs and stagger around. Cortez then springboards in, soaring through the air like an eagle with its wings spread, and Toxxic reaches out to catch his foe…but the only thing he catches is a right hand between the eyes! “Springboard PUNCH by Todd Cortez!” Toxxic is down, Hardcastle is stunned, and the fans roar in approval, as Cortez comes to his feet, still favoring that right arm but doing his best to fight through the beating he’s received tonight. Toxxic comes up holding his head, and Cortez sends him to the ropes, leaping up onto his shoulders for a rana…but Toxxic won’t allow himself to be taken over! Cortez backflips to his feet, then runs right into a boot before Toxxic hoists him up, looking to inflict further damage with a powerbomb…but Cortez slips out of that and kicks Toxxic, then pulls him up with a powerbomb attempt of his own…but the World Champion turns it back into his favor with a sunset flip! ONE! TWO! CORTEZ ROLLS THROUGH AND HITS A QUICK SHINING WIZARD! COVER ON TOXXIC! ONE! TWO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! “My God, what is it going to take for either of these men to stay down?” “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” The chant comes up just as Todd does from the pin attempt, as the Metrapark Arena has come alive in support of the popular superstar. With Toxxic wounded on the canvas, Cortez makes a move for the turnbuckles, climbing the ropes slowly until he’s perched on the third one. He comes up to a full standing position, his knees quivering as he balances himself before using the top turnbuckle as launchpad, coming down across the throat of the World Champion with his right leg…or not, as Toxxic rolls out of the way of the guillotine legdrop attempt, and Cortez takes the crash landing squarely on the tailbone! “Talk about pain. That kid won’t be walking right for a month!” With his eyes closed and his teeth grinding together, Cortez rises to his feet, the pain moving up his back. He limps forward, his back locked in a tight, upright position. Toxxic comes up and moves forward, again using a shot to the ribs as his first attack, keeping up with his strategy of destroying particular body parts, then pulls Todd into a butterfly lock, lifting him into a horizontal position before spiking his head off the canvas! ”Toxxic Shock Syndrome! That move has won many a match for the SWF World Champion!” Pete is right, as one of Toxxic’s most reliable maneuvers has just placed Todd Cortez on his back, his shoulders pinned to the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE…NOOOOOOOOOOOO! “Did he…I mean…HOW did he?” “I don’t know, King, all I know is I’m happy he was able to!” You might think they don’t know how to party in Montana, but the crowd is one of the rowdiest at an SWF show in recent memory, as the hooting and hollering, ranting and chanting continues at a fever pitch now that Todd Cortez has escaped defeat. Growing more agitated with the never say die attitude of Cortez, Toxxic pulls him to his feet and holds him in a front facelock, slamming him across the back with his other arm furiously! “Stop fighting it! STOP FIGHTING IT! Just DIE!” Cortez falls down to all fours, and Toxxic drops down to his hands and knees as well, glaring into the half-open eyes of his opponent, then paintbrushing him across the face! Toxxic then brings him to his feet and floors him with a European uppercut, needing only one shot to knock Cortez on his ass! “This is your savior? THIS is your hero?” The crowd jeers Toxxic’s sarcastic interrogation, but watch on intently as Cortez is led to his feet…AND CORTEZ STUNS HIM WITH A QUICK STO, LEAVING AN ARM DRAPED OVER HIS CHEST! “Hardcastle, COUNT!” “You biased sonuvabitch!” ONE! TWO! NO! NO! The fans gasp, as they thought Cortez might have taken Toxxic by surprise for long enough to capture the biggest prize in wrestling. Instead, it only fuels Toxxic’s rage, as he shoves the limp body of Cortez off of him, then drops an elbow on the back of his neck. Toxxic then stands up and cracks his neck from side to side, snarling at the crowd before swinging his arms out in his familiar pose, signaling that he’s going to bring this contest to a close. “Toxxic has fared quite well tonight. He’s been able to connect with some vicious moves, moves that have put lesser men away. Now he’s going to try and make Todd Cortez another statistic!” “It’s like the final fight scene in any action movie, only this time, the “villain”, if you’d like to call him that, will be the one riding off into the sunset!” Toxxic brings Todd to his feet, and just as an added F-U strikes him with ANOTHER knee to the sore and bruised ribs. He then applies a ¾ facelock and kicks off the ropes, perfectly executing each step of the Intoxxication…EXCEPT THAT CORTEZ DROPS HIM ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE OUT OF SHEER DESPERATION!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!” “I don’t know how he did it, but these fans are glad he did!” Another strong chant for the Urban Legend comes up from the fans as he lay on the mat, and Toxxic straddles the top rope, his mouth wide open due to the combination of shock and pain. Slowly, Cortez crawls to the ropes, gripping the bottom, then the middle, and finally the top rope before stepping out to the apron. Toxxic attempts to push himself up off the turnbuckles, but Cortez simply swats his legs out from under him, dropping him hard onto the top turnbuckle in the one spot no male wishes to be struck in! Todd then climbs the turnbuckles, holding on tightly as his equilibrium is pretty shot by this point. He comes up on the third rope and takes a chunk of Toxxic’s hair, yanking on it to forcibly bring him to a standing postion. Toxxic presses his palms on Todd’s shoulder, ready to push him off the ropes, and both men do a highwire act on the top turnbuckle, neither one ready to budge. Cortez then knocks the hands of the World Champion away and pushes forward, kicking off the ropes while taking Toxxic into the air by his waist… …AND DROPS FROM THE SKY WITH HIS KNEE DRIVEN INTO THE NETHER REGION OF THE WORLD CHAMPION! SUPER INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! “Don’t say it, Pete…Don’t say it…” “CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCH DROPPPPPPPAAAAAAHHHH!” “Do you know how stupid you sound?” Flashbulbs go off. Cameras snap still shots of the two men laid out across the canvas, their full throttle assaults having gotten the best of them tonight. “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” Adrenaline surges through the crowd, and they do all they can to transfer it into the body of Cortez, who slowly powers up. As he gets to his feet the crowd pops loudly, and Cortez stumbles around for a moment, regaining his bearings and wiping the sweat from his brow before taking note of the fallen champion that lays before him. Cortez pulls Toxxic up, staring down at the World Champion. The same man who has brought him so much pain and agony for nearly a year now. Cortez takes him by the head and pins it between his knees, then wrapping his arms around Toxxic’s waist and pulling him up to his feet. The crowd erupts in anticipation of what’s coming, as thoughts race through the mind of Todd Cortez. The forced retirement of his confidant and tag team partner. The man who brought him in to the SWF and made history with him. The repeated attacks. Spike Jenkins. Sean Davis. Scott Pretzler. Revolution Zero. Todd’s head begins to hurt from all the thoughts, and he lets out a primal scream, releasing all that pent up frustration as he springs over the back of Toxxic and pulls the World Champion with him before climaxing in the ultimate head drop… …RIOT ACT PLUS TO THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! “HE GOT IT!” Toxxic’s head bounces off the canvas, and he lands facedown, only to be rolled over by Todd, who hooks his leg and pulls it as far as it will go, wanting to make sure the champion stays down for those all important three seconds. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!” The bell rings, but you wouldn’t know it as the ringing is drowned out by the humongous ovation. The fans are leaping to their feet as Todd Cortez, his body still clinging to Toxxic’s, unsure of whether or not he’s gotten the three count yet, is helped to his feet by referee Sexton Hardcastle. Todd shakes his head free of the cobwebs, and it takes a minute for it all to sink in, until Hardcastle raises his hand and hands him the sixteen pounds of gold. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE URBAN LEGEND, TODDDD CORRRRRTEZZZZZZZ!” Cortez falls to his knees, clutching the World Title to his chest like a newborn baby. He then looks down at it. Months of hard work. Blood spilt. Battles won and lost. This is his retribution. Cortez pushes up onto his feet, and all he does is raises the belt up with his left hand, letting the strap dangle as he turns to each side of the crowd, showing his newly won crown. “A dream has come true here tonight for Todd Cortez, and the nightmare reign of Toxxic has come to a close!” “Pete, I can’t hear you right now, and I’m not sure I’d even want to!” “Breathe” continues to play, but you couldn’t hear it unless you were listening for it. The crowd is deafening as they chant the name of their new champion. The Urban Legend…the new leader of the SWF, who climbs onto the turnbuckles and looks to the sky, holding his belt up as if to show his beloved brother, watching over him from the heavens. Somewhere, Mike Van Siclen is smiling. Revenge has never felt so good. FADE OUT.

Match sent, fingers crossed.

Brian Pillman showing up in '96 (he had done a match during the WCW/ECW agreement in '94, teaming with Douglas). My favorite promo in the history of everything. Shane Douglas shaking Gary Wolfe by the surgically attatched halo. During the Douglas/Dreamer vs. Impact Players match (after Credible and Storm interrupted Douglas' "retirment ceremony" and each demanded they be the New Franchise of ECW), Dreamer made the hot tag to Douglas, who came in the ring and raised up the Triple Threat sign, causing every to take a fit and making it look like they were all gonna beat on Dreamer, until the faces revealed it was a swerve and cleaned house. Raven returning as a babyface to save Dreamer and win the tag titles. Douglas throwing down the NWA Title and creating ECW.

It was a combined effort of myself and Eskimo writing that match. He did much of the first portion, I did the second half and the finish was something I thought up spur of the moment that I thought would be cool. Also, I got the idea for the aWo swerve spot from the Shane Douglas/Tommy Dreamer vs. Impact Players match, where Douglas gave the Triple Threat sign and Joey Styles screamed about how he was screwing with Dreamer all along, only to reveal he was suckering the Impact Players.

I think he could, no doubt. His charisma makes him stand out, his promo's aren't cookie cutter and at times have been completely random...everything about the guy looks like a good fit for WWE. It did state in a recent Observer that Brown and Styles have been vocal about leaving if they don't get decent offers upon renewal, so Brown in WWE in 2005 isn't as far fetched as you'd think.

Season 2 came out 3/8. It's decent, as it's got the return of Screech and a better cast than the original, plus the special two-parter that was the "reunion" episode, when Zack and the gang returned to stop Bayside from being demolished. And Cornflake? Who the hell is Cornflake?

Mikey? He was a dork. Other than curly hair, I don't see any similarities between he and Slater. The movie Haskins told us he had just filmed (some shark attack style movie with Coolio and Lou Diamond Phillips...I think it's called Red Water) was on cable the other night but I missed it. I'd buy it just for that cast alone. Also, according to Amazon, SBTB: The New Class Season 3 (which started the best years of the show, IMO, as it was the season they actually gave a reason for the new students (Valley transfers) and established some of the longer lasting characters on the show) will be out in June. Awesome.

This would be my ideal, post-draft scenario. First off, I'd split La Rez up and send Conway to Smackdown as a solo, and I feel that Hurricane and Rosey could be getting gimmick makeovers soon for some reason (it's long overdue). RAW: Val Venis/Chris Masters Christian/Tomko The Rockers Benoit/Jericho (unless Jericho gets traded to SD! post WM, which is something I hope for). The Shane Twins Snitsky/Heidenreich Smackdown: Dudley Boyz MNM Eddie Guerrero/Rey Mysterio The Bashams Super Crazy (if signed) and Psicosis Chavo and Akio (or Kidman and Akio...see below). Charlie Haas and Paul London (new version of WGTT). (note: if Crazy does not sign, I'd have Chavo and Psicosis, then Kidman and Akio as teams). That's just off the top of my head. I'm sure I could think of some more, even better teams to form, but I'm aiming for using either established teams, or actual possibilities (re: guys with nothing better to do).

I went to WM14 at the Fleetcenter as a fan, and worked at WM17 in Houston. I was also set to work WM18, but had someone else take my place because my then-girlfriend was in a basketball championship, and I'm a sentimental sap. Or a sucker. You decide.

***** right there. Guaranteed.

Don't forget the Bashams who you know CAN work when given the chance, the dudleys and MNM. They really should just ship Le Re over to smackdown and just have sd as the home of the tag title. I said The Bashams. As a fan of OVW, I know they are capable of much more than what we see. I hope to God MNM gets the post-WM call up. They rule, and I never ever thought I'd be saying that about Joey Matthews and Johnny Nitro. I have a feeling the Dudleys will be back on RAW to feud with the Shane Twins (who are rumored to head to that brand post WM).

Personally I'd like to see a Super Crazy/Psicosis tag team, pending the rumored hire of Crazy comes true. Smackdown could elevate their tag division again. Eddie/Rey Bashams Crazy/Psicosis Chavo/Akio (once Chavo realizes Rey and Eddie will remain babyfaces together) Jindrak/Cade (rumored to hook up again post-WM) There. Five teams off the top of my head, and of the five, only one guy isn't on the roster, but is rumored to be coming in. Worst case scenario, keep Akio paired off with Kidman, and have Chavo bring in Psicosis to feud with Rey/Eddie, which is a perfect build to the ECW PPV if that singles match takes place.

No, it's from the Observer site. Check for yourself. I hate this fucking day. Everyone gets paranoid about the news. All I did was c/p what I read, from a reputable source. Meltzer's not one to make jokes, but rather the voice of reason that squashes stupid rumors like "Orton contract up, headed to TNA after WM!" and shit.

From Da Meltz daily update: --Dionicio Castellanos (Nicho) officially signed his WWE contract today (thanks to Jose Fernandez)

Ricky was pretty much in that boat (no pun intended) in '91 as well.

It *might* have happened once he turned and became Typhoon, but I'm going to have to say "no" to the Battle of the Boats.

To be perfectly honest, when I first saw the card and me with a title shot, I was like "holy fuck, I just won the four way". Little did I know...but writing my ass off for that match put me back in the groove. As far as the back injury, it did take me off my game, and is still sore as a bitch. While the tailbone isn't as sore and the bruising has healed well, the lower back is stiff and sore from keeping the pressure off the tailbone. Still going to physical therapy three times a week, but I'm also trucking along at both jobs because I gotta keep the money coming in. So things got hectic for a bit and writing became a last priority, as when I got in at night I just wanted to sprawl out and relax. I even apologized to MVS about my no-shows, but he said you guys understood perfectly and I didn't need to give an explanation, and I appreciate that. Now I finally get my title shot, on the day after OAOAST's Anglemania, where I'm in a huge matchup that I agreed to write the second half of. On Wrestlemania weekend. I sense long nights and energy drinks in my future.

God damn. Though I hate writing multi-man matches for whatever reason, I thought I had done up a hellaciously fun match. Still not enough to get the duke, but hey...here it is for your enjoyment and/or criticisms. There is a buzz in the air as we return to a live shot of the Idaho Center, then segue inside to see thousands of wrestling fans fidgeting in their seats, eagerly anticipating the main event of the evening. "No more commercial breaks fans, because we are ready for one of the most incredible main event matches in Lockdown history!' says Longdogger Pete, adding more hype to the highly interesting main event. "Four men, one winner. The odds are heavy on Revolution Zero, as they've got two members in there. However, you've got two of the SWF's most popular fan favorites ever, although they've never been two to see eye to eye." "Sounds like a recipe for disaster." "I'd rather it be a recipe for some baked ziti. Don't we have a catering truck around this place?" The ensuing theme song drowns out the growls coming from King's stomach, as the arena lights dim at the same time "Let's Get Dirty" is cued by the sound technician, and the fans that were previously seated leap up to their feet and offer a welcoming cheer to the superstar from the Bahamas. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a FATAL FOUR WAY match! Coming down the aisle, and hailing from The Bahamas, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, fourteen pounds...this IS...WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILDCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!" The cruiserweight superstar jumps up on the apron and climbs the ropes, raising his arms and welcoming the reception from the fans. WC then hops into the ring and runs the ropes, warming up and preparing for the challenge that awaits him. "Wildchild became the latest victim of Revolution Zero this past week on Storm, and is out for revenge in a big way." "Normally I'd call that a stupid move, but when dealing with Toxxic and Pretzler tonight, he's going to have the best backup the SWF has to offer in the form of Todd Cortez." The music in the arena does a total 180, as Redman's hip hop jam is replaced by one of Beethoven's classical pieces. The Ninth Symphony booms over the speaker system, acting as the soundtrack for the SWF newcomer who stands on the ramp, sneering at the crowd before him. "Next, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...he is the current reigning and defending SWF Cruiserweight Champion! Weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds, he is "The Critic", SCOTTTTT PRETTTZZZZLERRRRR!" The cocky newcomer strolls down to ringside, beaming a cocky smirk up towards Wildchild, who stands tall in the ring. Pretzler climbs up the steps and enters the ring, doing a little spin and arm wave to show off to the crowd. Pretzler then unstraps his Cruiserweight Title and raises it up high, reminding the crowd of his championship status. Pretzler then moves towards Wildchild, holding the belt up and putting it in his face, angering Wildchild enough that he tries to attack! Referee Jefferson Harding quickly steps in the middle of the two, and Pretzler just turns away snickering, handing his belt down to the ring girl. "Keep in mind that no titles are on the line tonight. This match is all about vengeance and pride." "Sometimes that's the best kind of match. Four intense individuals and a whole lotta catharsis!" "BREATHE!" "OH!" The fans SCREAM in anticipation, as the familiar opening to one of the most recent hip hop anthems echoes through the arena. Many fans are even seen counting along with the song, knowing that once the "one and then the two..." portion stops, the former Hardcore Champion will be making his appearance. "Yo, these n*ggas can't BREATHE when I come through, hum too..." Illuminated by the green strobe lights, Todd Cortez bursts out from the back, jumping onto the stage and into the pyro shower that erupts from either side of him. Clad in his trademark sunglasses and bulletproof vest, Cortez moves to each side of the aisle, throwing his arms up and working the crowd for all he can, trying to get them even more pumped up! "Next, hailing from Hollywood Boulevard, he weighs in tonight at two hundred, twenty six pounds...this is the Urban Legend, TODDDDDDDDDD CORRRRTEZZZZZZZ!" Cortez comes down to the ring, eyeing Wildchild as well as a man who recently gained a victory over him, and slides into the ring, coming up right in front of Pretzler. Afraid to face off with the Urban Legend, Scott turns away...walking right into Wildchild! The two favorites stalk the cocky newcomer, making Pretzler very uncomfortable...so much so that he ducks out of the ring, protesting the intimidation tactics. Cortez and Wildchild back away from the ropes, slightly eyeing each other, as "Breathe" fades out for the introduction of the final participant. The words "Prepare To Be Proved Wrong" flash on the Smarktron, as "Rookie" begins to play, as the final participant, the SWF World Champion makes his way out into the arena. "The final participant in this contest, hails from Nottingham, UK...weighing in at two hundred, eighteen pounds, he is the current reigning and defending SWF World Heavyweight Champion...TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXICCCCCCCC!" The Straight Edge Sensation strolls down the aisle, cranking his neck and taking his blessed time in getting to the ring, knowing that two out of the three men awaiting his arrival are out for his blood. "The fortunate thing for Toxxic is that his title is not on the line tonight. The downside is that there are still three people out to prove themselves to the company, and a win in a match containing the World Champion would be a huge coup for any of them." "Also notice that Toxxic is minus his valet Jet tonight, Pete. It would seem like the champions undevoted attention is on his three opponents." Toxxic comes up the steps and climbs into the ring, immediately approached by his ally Pretzler. No sooner has he set foot on the canvas than both Wildchild and Cortez charge forward, and the two Revolution Zero members exit the ring in a panic, ducking back out to ringside! Toxxic and Pretzler protest, as Harding asks Cortez and Wildchild to stay back...but the Urban Legend nudges the referee aside, and he and WC charge forward, nailing both Toxxic and Scott with baseball slides! "There is no time to waste tonight!" Wildchild and Cortez slide out of the ring, with Cortez going after Pretzler and Wildchild venting his frustrations with the World Champion with his fists. As they do battle at ringside, Cortez rolls Pretzler into the ring and follows, causing a nervous Harding to call for the bell. With Pretzler thrown off course from the pre-match attack, he's woozy in getting to his feet, unable to realize that Cortez is perched on the top rope. Pretzler gets to his feet and turns around, but the only sight he sees are two feet coming down from the sky and planting themselves in his chest, as Cortez drops him with a missle dropkick! "Cortez takes to the air in the opening minutes, and Revoltion Zero is sent scattering by the two crowd pleasers!" The impact of the missle dropkick sends Pretzler rolling across the canvas, and he allows himself to roll out to the floor. Also out on the floor are Toxxic and Wildchild, still engaged in fisticuffs until Toxxic hits a knee to the gut and rolls the heralded cruiserweight into the ring. The World Champion steps up on the apron, but Wildchild is up to his feet, surprising Toxxic with forearm shots and then running him across the apron and ramming his head into the post! Toxxic drops back down to the floor, holding his head and regrouping with Pretzler, while Cortez and Wildchild each play to their fans in the ring. Todd and WC then turn to each other and lock eyes, then begin circling each other, ultimately locking up in the middle of the ring! Cortez quickly grabs a headlock, but WC shoves him off and to the ropes, dropping down to his stomach. Cortez hops over, hitting the ropes on the other side, and Wildchild leaps high in the air, over Cortez as he charges on the rebound. Cortez hits the ropes again, and this time Wildchild leaps up for a huracanrana, but Cortez flips him over to counter the move! Cortez fires off a quick lariat, but it's ducked, and Wildchild hits the ropes, coming at Cortez with a flying bodypress! ONE! Cortez simply tosses the smaller superstar off of him and gets up, but finds himself rocked by a pair of elbow shots, then sent to the ropes. Wildchild leaps up for a dropkick, but Cortez holds on, and the only thing Wildchild hits is canvas! Pretzler and Toxxic each watch on from their respective corners as Cortez scoops Wildchild up off the canvas and looks to slam him...but WC falls behind Todd and runs him towards the ropes, rolling him up for another pin attempt! ONE! Cortez easily kicks off, and Wildchild bolts for the ropes. Cortez rolls backwards and comes up to his feet, but soon finds a pair of legs scissored around his neck, and they snap him across the canvas! "Flying headscissors by the Wildchild, and he and Cortez are having quite the contest so far!" Cortez pulls himself up in the corner, and Wildchild runs in, leaping up onto the second rope and holding his fist up, getting approval from the fans to pound on the Urban Legend! After getting only a couple of shots off, Cortez lifts Wildchild off the ropes and drops him down on the apron, but a final well timed blow drives Todd back, and gives WC the room to springboard...NO! Toxxic runs across the apron and yanks him down, but before Wildchild can react, Cortez runs over and connects with a dropkick that sends the World Champion down to the guardrail! Cortez gets up, and the attack on Toxxic proves to distract him just enough to allow WC to springboard over his back, and roll him up with a sunset flip! ONE! T-NO! Cortez rolls through, and grabs a front facelock, lifting WC up and snapping him down with a quick suplex in one fluid motion! Cortez then bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow in Wildchild's sternum, then goes for a pin of his own! ONE! KICKOUT! Cortez again leads WC to his feet, but Wildchild pushes the Urban Legend off of him and into the corner...right into a blind tag by Scott Pretzler! "Scott snuck one in there, and Cortez does not look happy!" Todd glares at the man who recently went over him on SWF television, but all Pretzler can do is offer a proud grin to his hated rival. Cortez makes like he's leaving the ring, and Pretzler turns to Wildchild...but Todd dropkicks him in the back, and he stumbles right into a hiptoss by Wildchild! Pretzler is stunned, but Wildchild keeps the offense going, pulling him up and sending him to the ropes, then bruising his jaw with a jumping back elbow smash! Wildchild is revved up and hits the ropes...but as he does Toxxic trips him from ringside and takes him off his game! Cortez sees the infraction and tries to come across the ring at Toxxic, but all that does is distract Harding so that Toxxic can enter the ring and snatch Wildchild up, then crack his back over his knee! Pretzler gets up and Toxxic ducks back out to the apron, leaving Wildchild prone for a running legdrop from "The Critic"! ONE! T-CORTEZ COMES AND PULLS THE CRITIC OFF! Pretzler rolls over and looks up at the former Hardcore Champion, as Harding again orders Cortez out of the ring. Quickly, Scott turns his attention to Wildchild, lifting him up and running him headfirst into the corner by Toxxic, then tagging his cohort into the match. Together, the two start putting the boots to Wildchild, stomping him down in the corner before Harding breaks the double team. Pretzler steps out to the apron and Toxxic picks WC up, headbutting him twice before wrapping his arms around him and crushing him with a belly to belly suplex! Toxxic then makes sure that Wildchild is laying flat on his back, hovering over him, then drops a knee onto his temple. As Wildchild rolls around holding his head, Toxxic walks around the ring, looking out to the crowd and sneering at the perennial thorn in his side, Cortez. Toxxic then leads Wildchild to his feet and drags him to the corner, trapping him against the turnbuckles and ramming his shoulder into his stomach repeatedly. He then pulls Wildchild out and scoops him up onto his shoulder, then launches him forward, dropping him headfirst on the top turnbuckle! "Toxxic rolls snake eyes..." "...and it seems that everything is coming up craps for Wildchild!" Wildchild staggers back, right into the arms of his foe, who prepares for a Russian Legsweep...but Wildchild puts up a fight, elbowing his way out of the move. With Toxxic stunned he breaks from his grasp and runs the ropes, but his burst of energy is short lived, as Toxxic snatches him on the rebound and drills him with a powerslam! ONE! T-NO! Once again Wildchild prevents himself from being on the losing end of this contest, much to the chagrin of the Straight Edge Sensation. Toxxic leads him up, driving his knee into the side of Wildchild's head, then holding him as he goes and tags in his latest acquisition, the SWF Cruiserweight Champion. Pretzler comes in and clubs WC across the back as he's held by Toxxic, then pulls him away from the corner, hooking both of his arms and dropping him with a butterfly suplex before kneeling behind him and wrapping his arm around his head. Wildchild tries to squirm free, but Pretzler keeps him trapped. The popular speedball manages to roll to his knees, still caught in the grasp of the Cruiserweight Champion, but pushes up, and shoves Pretzler into the ropes! Wildchild leapfrogs him as he comes back towards him, but when Pretzler hits the ropes again, Cortez smacks his back, and Harding declares the tag is legal! Pretzler winds up elevated high in the air thanks to a back bodydrop, but when Wildchild turns his attention to his fallen opponent, the legal man enters the ring and floors him with a quick release German Suplex! "Wildchild never saw it coming, but he's certainly feeling it!" Cortez comes up from the suplex and sees Pretzler coming up by the ropes, so he does what any Good Sammirtan would do and helps him out of the ring, only he uses a running lariat to do so! After dumping Pretzler to a loud pop, Cortez focuses once again on Wildchild, but when he goes to pull the weary Bahama bomber up off the mat, he finds himself cradled in a small package! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "Great ring presence by Wildchild there, retaliating against Cortez's offense with a pin attempt to break his momentum!" Todd gets up, and Wildchild takes longer to recover, as he's still in a fog, having been battling in the ring for as long as this match has gone on. Todd pulls him up and rocks him with an inverted atomic drop, then follows up with a standing lariat, but Wildchild ducks it, then spins Cortez around...but Todd drops his head and hooks a waistlock, then tosses Wildchild overhead with a release belly to belly suplex! "I don't think that's how Wildchild intended to take to the air!" Cortez is pumped, and Wildchild tries to pull himself up with the help of the ring ropes...however Toxxic leans over and pats his back, tagging himself in legally for the first time this contest. "THIS is going to be interesting." A buzz is in the air as now, for the first time in quite some time, Toxxic and Cortez are standing across the ring from each other. The two men stare each other down, oblivious to the referee, the other two combatants, or any of the fans that came out tonight to fill this arena. “Pete, you might want to get under the desk, because this place is about to explode!” The Idaho Center is rabid, as the roaring crowd starts a heavy chant for the sole purpose of motivating one of the two men standing in the ring. “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” “For months, Todd Cortez has been chomping at the bit to get at the World Champion, and it’s about to happen right here!” The two men exchange trash talk, mouthing to each other words that no one can hear. Like two charging rhinos, the two men stomp towards mid ring, each man raising his arms up, and Todd Cortez and Toxxic tie up! Champion and streetfighter jockey for position, each one trying to capture the strength advantage, until the World Champion gets cocky and shoves his foe down to the canvas! “That’s a message, Pete. That’s Toxxic telling Cortez that he’s not as good as he thinks he is!” Cortez dusts himself off and comes at Toxxic, but the World Champion back pedals to the corner, then turns around and tags in Pretzler before Cortez is within striking distance! Todd lunges for Toxxic, but he quickly ducks out to the apron, backing away from Todd and reminding Harding that a tag was made. Cortez will have none of it, as he wants to get his hands on the man who retired his tag team partner what seems like a lifetime ago. Instead, he gets Pretzler, who turns to Toxxic with a puzzled expression on his face. Toxxic reassures his charge that everything is cool, and that’s enough for The Critic to come at Cortez with an added bit of confidence, trying to intimidate the Urban Legend. Pretzler approaches Cortez, pointing a finger in his chest and offering words of discouragement for his foe. Cortez knocks the hand away, not intimidated in the slightest, but Pretzler can't take a hint, and further provokes Cortez, who fires back with an open right hand, slapping the taste out of Pretzler's mouth! "That's one way to make a statement!" Pretzler wipes his lips, and looks back at Cortez, who waves him on, ready for battle. Pretzler sneers at the Martial Law member, his dislike for him having just increased tenfold. He shoots for Todd's legs, but Cortez just hammers him on the back with forearms, then leads him to the corner and blisters his chest with several knife edge chops! Pretzler then gets dragged out of the corner and lifted up onto the top rope, with Cortez following up after him. The Critic immediately starts to fight back, shoving Cortez to the canvas...but Todd floats over to his feet and charges up the ropes again, grabbing Pretzler around the waist and pulling him off the ropes with a SUPER OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! “Crash landing for The Critic, and the Urban Legend is taking it to the Revolution!” “And what stupid move it is. He’s wearing himself out, he’ll become prone to mistakes, and he’s allowing Wildchild to refresh himself out on the apron! Mark my words, this will cost Cortez!” Todd rolls over and crawls to Pretzler, draping himself across his upper body for a cover! ONE! TW-TOXXIC COMES IN AND YANKS CORTEZ OFF OF THE CRITIC! “That sonuva…” Harding scolds the World Champion and ushers him back to the outside, and Cortez simply crawls back onto Pretzler and covers again! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both Toxxic and Wildchild were about to rush the ring, but The Critic proved to be able to keep this match going, kicking out of Cortez's second attempt. Both men get up, and Pretzler quickly rakes the eyes, then lifts Cortez up for a back suplex...only to have Todd float over and lift for his own...but Pretzler floats over that attempt, then shocks Cortez with a schoolboy! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Cortez kicks out of the pin, and as he comes up to his feet Pretzler charges with a lariat, but Cortez ducks, then turns around and dropkicks Scott in the back, sending him stumbling to the ropes and rebounding back into the clutches of Todd Cortez, who lifts him up and drops him with a quick back suplex! Todd then gets up and hits the ropes, running towards "The Critic's" fallen body and leaping off his feet, flipping in mid air before crashing down onto the sternum of the SWF Cruiserweight Champion with a somersault senton drop! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "The efforts have been tremendous here! These two are desperate to prove themselves!" Cortez gets up and leads Pretzler up, only to be taken over with a fireman's carry! Pretzler then grabs a headlock, wrenching his arms around the skull of Cortez as the Urban Legend pushes up to his feet, shoving Scott into the ropes and then scissoring his leg on the rebound, taking him to the mat! "Drop toehold by the Urban Legend takes Pretzler down, and...WAIT...YES, THE HOOK UP!" Cortez slides onto Pretzler's back, trying to pin him in place for his submission finisher, but "The Critic" slithers out from under him, making his way towards the ropes as fast as possible and sliding out to the apron while wrapping his arms and legs around the bottom rope, preventing any offense from his opponent! "Close call for The Critic!" Pretzler gets up on the apron, complaining to Harding about Cortez...and then finds himself yanked over the ropes and back into the ring! Pretzler lands hard on his lower back, and that pain is increased once Cortez lifts him up off his feet, dropping him on his knee with an atomic drop! Pretzler reels, and Cortez follows up with another atomic drop, not letting Pretzler get a moments rest. Cortez lifts a third time, holding Pretzler up on his shoulder as he prepares for a third drop...and on the third lift, drops him down hard on the canvas rather than his knee! Pretzler's mouth hangs open, the pain surging up his spine as he's then laid out by a dropkick to the back of his neck! With Pretzler stretched out on the canvas, Cortez moves out of the ring and onto the apron, propelling himself up onto the top rope and springboarding back in, coming down with a flying kneedrop...NO! Pretzler rolls under it...BUT CORTEZ ROLLS THROUGH WITH THE LANDING! He turns around... SMACK! "WHOOO!" goes the crowd, as "The Critic" connects with an blistering chop that staggers Cortez. SMACK! SMACK! The trifecta drives Cortez back into the ropes, but Todd blocks the whip attempt, hanging onto the ropes. Pretzler counters by driving a knee into his ribs, then pulling him away from the ropes, pounding on his back with forearms before carrying him over with a gutwrench suplex! Cortez sits up, but is struck across the back of the neck by Pretzler, who drives his elbow into the neck of his opponent and then leads him to his feet, trying for a German...NO! Cortez counters, spinning into his own waistlock! Pretzler pries Cortez's hands apart, breaking his grip, and then rotating his body around, trying to clothesline Cortez, who ducks...and catches Scott with a sweep kick! Standing moonsault HITS KNEE~!...and Cortez slowly comes back to his feet...and gets carried over with a German Suplex that brings him right down on his neck! ONE! TWO! NO! Cortez rolls a shoulder, but the damage has been done, as the cameras catch him favoring the neck after the kickout. Pretzler comes and lifts him up, taking him over to the corner and working him over to keep him in place, then backs away and charges full speed ahead, smashing into Cortez with a clothesline! "Cortez got crushed by a corner clothesline!" "Try saying that three times fast!" Todd staggers away, and Pretzler positions himself behind him, pulling Todd's arm through his own legs and then tucking the other one under his arm, lifing him up with a pumphandle...but Todd slips over his shoulder and grabs him by the head! A worn down Cortez sits himself on the top rope and hooks Pretzler's head in a front facelock, then swings off the ropes with a Tornado...NO! Pretzler dumps him on the apron to counter, then takes a swing...blocked! Another swing...ducked...and Cortez fires off a right hand of his own, dazing the latest addition to the Revolution Zero stable! Speaking of Rev-0, Toxxic rushes across the apron, but Cortez sees it coming and turns to his side and clocks Toxxic, knocking him down to ringside! Cortez then springboards off the ropes and onto Scott's shoulders...but Pretzler won't be taken over by the rana attempt, countering with a spine shattering powerbomb, and hangs on for the pin! ONE! TWO! NO! Wildchild runs in and stomps on Pretzler, breaking up the pin! As he's immediately ordered out, Pretzler pulls Cortez up again, and hits a second powerbomb, pinning the legs down for added incentive. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! "The resilience of Cortez is shining through, but Pretzler has done quite a job of targetting the back and neck of his foe!" "Pretzler's focused on trying to find an Achille's heel on the former Hardcore Champion, because once he finds a way to get that Snowflake Clutch locked on, the Urban Legend will be history!" "That's IF one of the other two don't prevent it from going down that way, Pete." "True enough." Cortez is obviously suffering, as he's slow in recovering from the impact of the two powerbombs. Pretzler lends a hand in his own way, pulling Cortez up and rocking him with a European uppercut that puts Cortez down on one knee! Todd gets pulled up onto both feet, but then is keeling over courtesy of a kneelift to the stomach! Pretzler takes Cortez's arms and locks his own hands, then lifts the straight edge superstar up and over with a butterfly suplex! "Cortez takes the brunt of that on his back, and Pretzler knows that a man who can't stand is a man who can't fight!" Scott circles the ring, soaking up these few precious moments while Todd is down and using them for some recovery time. Spying Todd pushing up to his feet, Pretzler moves for him again, and takes him by the straps on his wifebeater and tosses him backfirst into the corner, then starts kicking him in the ribs to further wear him down! Pretzler then pulls him out of the corner, tucking his head...and then ramming Cortez right back into the turnbuckles! Scott then lifts Todd up onto the top rope and follows, ready to shock the spinal cord of his persistent foe, but Cortez won't budge! Pretzler tries again, but for the second time Cortez hangs on, and shoves Pretzler down to the canvas! Scott lands on his feet and comes back up the ropes, but Cortez is ready and pushes him off again...down onto his feet! Pretzler bounces into the ropes, shaking them to cause Todd to crotch himself! The Cruiserweight Champion steps up the turnbuckles to confront his foe once again, pulling him up to his feet on the third rope. Both men stagger, coming perilously close to falling off the ropes, especially once Cortez stuns Scott with a headbutt, and a second…and a third…THEN TAKES HIM FOR A RIDE OFF THE ROPES AS HE SCORES WITH A SUPER INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! “CROTCH DROPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAH!” “The WHAT!?” “Oh please, like the puro influence can’t spread to commentary teams as well?” The Idaho faithful are electric, as Pretzler howls in pain, holding his own so to speak as he rolls around in agony on the canvas. A weary Cortez remains on the mat still, the result of fighting so hard for so long in this contest. Harding steps back and watches as both men lick their wounds, and Toxxic can take no more, coming into the ring and dragging Pretzler towards the ropes so that he can make a tag and get in on the action while Cortez is down! Harding stops this, pushing Toxxic back out, much to the chagrin of the World Champion…WHICH ALLOWS WILDCHILD TO DO THE SAME THING TO CORTEZ! “Look at that! Wildchild saw an opening and took it, and Toxxic is NOT pleased!” WC waits for Harding to turn back around before leaning into the ring, tagging Cortez on the back and bringing himself into this contest. Quickly, Toxxic stretches out and barely grazes Pretzler, but it’s enough to get the tag, and he comes into the ring…only to be floored with a leg lariat with Wildchild! WC then mounts the shoulders of his hated rival and hammers away before bringing him up and sending him to the ropes, then snapping him over with a huracanrana! Toxxic stumbles around the ring, pulling himself up in the corner, only to have the speedster charge at him and monkey flip him across the ring! Toxxic lands with a resounding thud, and Wildchild just keeps going, running to the ropes and jumping to the top, springboarding back into the ring and onto Toxxic with a Pinball! Wildchild pounces on his fallen opponent, hooking the leg as Harding dives to the canvas! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Toxxic escapes defeat, but Wildchild doesn’t stop there, bringing him over to the corner again and mounting the middle rope, pounding on Toxxic with rapid fire fists! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Wildchild jumps down, and the World Champion slowly stumbles out of the corner, his eyes as glazed as a donut in a cops hand. WC then ducks out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles, as Toxxic still has his back to him…and the Bahama Bomber leaps onto his shoulders and takes him down with a Victory Roll! ONE! TWO! BASEMENT DROPKICK BY TODD CORTEZ BREAKS UP THE PIN! “That could have gotten him three right there, and Cortez was ready to make sure it didn’t happen!” “That’s got to be the only time we ever see Todd Cortez save Toxxic in ANY fashion!” Cortez calmly returns to the apron without incident, having done what he intended to do. The two legal men come up to their feet, and Toxxic takes a swing, but Wildchild ducks the haymaker and tackles Toxxic by the waist, driving him backwards into the corner and then lifting him onto the ropes…and Todd Cortez slaps the boot of Wildchild unbeknownst to the Human Hurricane! Harding makes the call that it’s all good and Todd sneaks into the ring, as Wildchild leads Toxxic to his feet on the top rope, preparing for a superplex…and Cortez comes and gets under Wildchild, lifting him onto his shoulders before all three fall back to the canvas! “Stacked Superplex! Toxxic gets dropped by the Wildchild, who in turn got planted by the Urban Legend, who is once again legal in this match!” All three men are laid out, with only Pretzler, still smarting from earlier, recovering on the apron. As Wildchild starts to stir he’s escorted out by Harding, leaving Cortez and Toxxic to pound away on each other! They trade blows, with Toxxic using a knee to turn the tide, then whip Cortez into the corner. Toxxic charges in, but Todd throws a boot up, catching him right in the mush, then running the ropes that run alongside Toxxic, pouncing off his feet and seeking out Toxxic with the HOLLOW POINT…BUT TOXXIC MOVES AND REFEREE HARDING TAKES THE HIT~! “JEFFERSON HARDING JUST SNAPPED IN TWO ON LIVE TELEVISION!” The ref crumbles to the mat, the wind knocked out of him, as a shocked Cortez gets up…only to be planted with the DeToxx! An exhausted Toxxic then stands over his opponent, making sure he’s down, and goes over to Harding to check on his condition…ONLY TO FALL VICTIM TO A SPRINGBOARD CARRIBEAN CUTTER~! “What the…he’s not legal!” ”With a ref down, EVERYTHING is going to become legal!” The roar of the crowd fuels the rage of Wildchild, who again starts hammering on Toxxic as vengeance for what he recently endured. Pretzler finally comes back into the ring, this time to aid his leader, but Wildchild pops up and rocks him with a jawbreaker, then runs the ropes and hits a rolling Koppo Kick that sends Pretzler spilling out through the ropes and to the floor! The cheers of the crowd continue to energize WC as he pulls Cortez up, putting his back to him and setting him in a familiar position… “Wildchild is setting Cortez up for one of his patented finishers!” “That’s a good move on the part of the Wildchild. If he can take Cortez out and take his place, how will Harding know who’s legal and who isn’t?” Wildchild hooks both of Todd’s arms and jumps up, executing the WILD DRIVER…But before he can bring Todd’s head crashing into the canvas, Cortez powers up, with Wildchild hooked and dangling over his back… …AND USES HIS OWN FINISHER ON HIM! “RIGHT DOWN ON THE NECK!” “Todd Cortez just spiked Wildchild with a Wild Ride!” Cortez pushes up to his feet after the move, but immediately finds himself clenched in Toxxic’s grip…AND THEN FINDS HIMSELF A VICTIM OF TOXXIC SHOCK SYNDROME! ONE! TWO! THREE! BUT THERE’S NO REFEREE! Toxxic gets up, the aggravation emblazoned across his face. He goes over to Harding and roughly shakes him, trying to bring him too, but to no avail. Toxxic then surveys the ring area, noticing Pretzler down and out on the floor, Wildchild out like a light in the ring, and Cortez in pretty similar condition. Knowing that Cortez is the legal man, he keeps his attention focused on him, pulling him back up, but Todd’s dead weight just falls back to the canvas. Toxxic snickers, then pulls Cortez up again…AND TODD FIRES OFF A DESPERATION LOW BLOW! He quickly scissors Toxxic’s head between his legs, and the fans bellow out the call for his finisher. “R-A-P!” “R-A-P!” “R-A-P!” Cortez tries to lift, but suddenly something catches his eye, as a blur comes across the screen…Scott Pretzler has charged in and tried to take Todd’s head off with a beltshot! Cortez ducks, throwing Toxxic down to the mat…and fires back a superkick that sends Pretzler back to the floor and the Cruiserweight belt flopping to the canvas! Cortez turns back to Toxxic, but as soon as he does the World Champion grabs his arm and pulls him to the mat with an armbar…only for Cortez to roll through, coming up to his feet…AND SNATCHING TOXXIC BY THE THROAT! URBAN ASSAULT BY TODD CORTEZ ON THE SWF WORLD CHAMPION, AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! “AMAZING! We’ve had a ref go down, one man fall victim to his own creation, another man having his teeth kicked down his throat, and it has come down to these two mortal enemies! THIS is what the SWF is all about!” “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” “COR-TEZ!” The chant is strong, as the support of Todd Cortez encompasses the arena. Cortez gets up and brings Toxxic to his feet, pinning the head of the World Champion between his knees. Cortez takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, jumping over the back of Toxxic and pulling his dead weight over with him before ultimately spiking his head on the canvas! “The ultimate head drop connects! The Riot Act Plus was just given to our World Champion!” With nothing left to do, Cortez covers, still with enough sense to hook the leg in case Toxxic still has something left in his tank. A weary Harding shakes the cobwebs loose and comes over, seeing the pin attempt, with neither of the other two combatants in any position to break it up. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! “HE DID IT! AFTER MONTHS AND MONTHS OF TRYING, TODD CORTEZ HAS LIVED UP TO THE HYPE! HE HAS PINNED TOXXIC!” “He’s pinned Dace Night, Mak Francis, numerous others, and not one of them can compare to what we just saw! Todd Cortez just scored the most important pinfall of his brief career!” “Breathe” comes up, but the sound of it is soft compared to the applause being given right now, as Funyon takes the mic to bellow out the referee’s ruling. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…the URBAN LEGEND, TODDDD CORRRTEZZZZ!” Another roar follows the announcement, as Harding raises Cortez’s hand up. Cortez, who has seen better days, still climbs up on the turnbuckles and pounds his heart, pointing out to the fans before grabbing his cross and kissing it, then pointing to the sky. “Todd Cortez has won numerous titles here in the SWF. He was a part of the most heralded tag team in company history, yet tonight, I think we saw the one true milestone in his career. This was a big win for that young man!” “I take back what I said earlier. It seems that the frustration and hatred served as a fuel for his fire, and Todd Cortez made good on his promise. If he wasn’t a target of Revolution Zero enough already, he’s just painted a fresh bullseye on his back with this victory!” The crowd continues to celebrate, as Cortez rolls out of the ring, thinking to himself that all he needs right now is a nice hot shower and a good night’s sleep. After all, he just pinned the World Heavyweight Champion. His most hated of hated rivals. “Redemption finally came for that young man tonight, and I personally wait to hear Toxxic’s response to his defeat tonight!” “Oh, we’re going to hear about it all right.” Pretzler rolls into the ring and tends to his fallen leader, while Wildchild is aided to his feet by Harding. Cortez slaps some hands on the way up the ramp, then gets to the entrance stage and turns around, facing the three men he just did battle with, and raising his hands in triumph one final time before the feed cuts out, ending another edition of SWF Television.

I'll get 'em in, fear not. For both Zack AND the GPX. So there. Maybe I should just get Dames to pay me for being on the forum. Then I'll always be here.

Could he? I think he could without a doubt. Will they let him be? Probably not.