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  1. super_tigris

    New Bin Laden tape surfaces

    I understand how irresponsible it is to just pull troops out immediatly (mainly Iraq), but I understand how crucial it is. I'm hoping in the next 10 to 15 years that we do pull out of the middle east and let them blow each other up. Maybe a period of isolationism? I don't know, but the thought of dealing with ourselves and not others comes off as a much more comforting feeling to me.
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    History Books

    I'd love to know what school district in the United States is paying their teachers 60k a year. That's a joke if I've ever heard one, and whoever thinks that needs to check their facts.
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    New Bin Laden tape surfaces

    I totally hear what you're saying, but I think you'll see a much more mounting effort to really put down violence and war in the middle east, and not peacefully. I don't think it really matters who harbors the terrorists, as important as that is and as horrible as it is to just jump at the middle east in general via stereotyping everyone over there as millitants, but there's no chance that something much more escalated won't happen then what we've seen now.
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    New Bin Laden tape surfaces

    But that's what the world is, isn't it? Selling rational thinking to irrational people, or selling irrational thinking to rational people who have 3 options on a piece of paper.
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    New Bin Laden tape surfaces

    Setting off a nuke in the United States or against any of its allies (or, really, any peace-seeking country) would be so incredibly counter-productive to what they want, that it's not even funny. Not that they already don't do things counter-productive to their cause (some of the most effective techniques in history to any party getting what they want were creative non-violence, and some of the most failed attempts were violence insighted by either side). If insighting World War III or any sort of nuclear holocaust is what any militant group wants, then that's the best way to do it. Regardless, you can bet your ass that if a nuke is set off in the United States, that there will be some sort of massive resistance against the parties responsible, and visa versa. It's a lose-lose situation.
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    Drug Puppies

    Reminds me of the time that CNN's website had an article about French or some European country had been using live dogs as bait for catching sharks via threading large hooks up and through their snouts. That kind of shit really, really pisses me off.
  7. I don't know how serious anyone is about "Great Depression: Round II", but to be honest, it's going to require a whole hell of a lot more than education budget cuts to insight something even close to what happened in the 20's and 30's, especially on such a global level. And on an ironic level, what brough us out of the Depression originally was War.
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    SWF Wrestler of the Month & Historian's Rankings

    Hey, hey...I'm movin' on up By the way, big thanks to Pete. This seems somewhat underappreciated for how cool and useful this thing really is. Thanks, man.
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    An open letter

    Yeah, the second isn't anything really close to a Judgement Slam. That first one is hella awesome, by the way. Uploading those to my Photobucket IMMEDIATLY. The second one appears to be an inverse version of the Angle Slam, but who cares what the name is, really. Just say 'Inverse Angle Slam'.
  10. Criplercrosface9: http://churchsigngenerator.com/makesign1.p...na&line4=Thanks. I tigris I: http://churchsigngenerator.com/makesign1.p...u&line3=&line4= Criplercrosface9: Oh, fuck off I tigris I: :-) I tigris I: Momma Kaibatsu should join Asia Underground as Kobe's lover. I tigris I: Ohmahgawd Criplercrosface9: I swear to god, I'd eat you a live I tigris I: I wasn't aware that you could eat someone "a live" I tigris I: But it must be good if you're eating it for me. Criplercrosface9: http://churchsigngenerator.com/makesign1.p...it.+Will+you%3F I tigris I: http://churchsigngenerator.com/makesign1.p...his+homework%21 Criplercrosface9: Go die in a cock incident I tigris I: But only once my Homework's finish, mkay?
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    SWF Storm Card 3-03-2006

    That name screams "Sacramento". In any case, the shows should build east as Summer comes about.
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    SWF Storm Card 3-03-2006

    I think this next match should test Akira and me for the first time. Looking forward to see what we can turn out. By the way, Chainsaw on a Pole match for Cross/Blank. Make it happen.
  13. Slowburn by Revelation Theory
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    Smarkdown Comments

    My match was horrible, and I'm embarssed for turning in such utter trash. I hope by this next show I can get it together. I had the flu all weekend and got on to write Monday night, and put as little effort into it as anyone has ever done. Probably one of the worst things I've ever written, ever. Just horrible. Looking forward to making it through the show, though. The main event is particularly interesting, because it seems all the top names are there. The winning match is probably well written and I'm sure there's a lot to learn there. 'Grats to Akira, I'm overjoyed about your victory. Couldn't be happier, considering the fact that I was seriously pushing you to put out a great match. Glad you came through, man, I'm excited to see what you put together.
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    Possibly one of the most entertaining convos ever...

    I've been sick, damnit! Get the flu and then talk to me about fixing the banner, you bastard.
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    Possibly one of the most entertaining convos ever...

    MiRC or whatever that shit is doesn't agree with my computer. They don't get along very well.
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    Lockdown Matches that didn't win

    The SWF cameras come back to ringside, an electric feeling pulsing through the audience as the cage dangles and Funyon enters the ring. The crowd cheers as Pete and King welcome viewers back. “The main event is scheduled to get under way,” relays Pete, fans cheering loudly behind him, emphasizing the point, “Up and comer Michael Cross is getting his big break tonight against Landon Maddix, but there’s one giant obstacle in his way – the unforgiving confines of a steel cage!” “Maddix,” sniggers King unenthusiastically towards the mention of Landon’s name, “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times; the guy is a joke!” “That may be so,” remarks Pete, “But tonight, that cage is going to pit experience against inexperience, and as much as everyone wants to see Michael Cross make it out alive, I just don’t know how much luck he can scrape up against someone who can match his speed and outwrestle him, he’s got no where to run to unless he can escape those 15 foot high gates of Hell!” Funyon cuts the banter off Longdogger and the Suicide King off, the crowd simmering like a boiling put of water in anticipation for the upcoming match. “The following match is your MAIN EVENT,” bellows Funyon triumphantly into the mic, “And it is scheduled to be a STEEL CAGE MATCH! Introducing first, he is the SUICIDE MACHINE, MY-CHULE CUROOOOOOOOSS!” At the sound of Funyon’s voice, the lights begin to flicker into complete darkness as daunting sets of red flashes flicker on near the top of the entrance ramp, setting the grim atmosphere for “Omerta” by Lamb of God, which cuts in slowly with scratchy audio. “Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward; whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both,” echoes the voice, freezing the tips of the ears of everyone within hearing distance of the cold and emotionless voice, “For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, ‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.’ Such is the rule of Honor.” The music explodes into a fury of red lighting that engulfs the arena in a spectacle unlike anything of this world – almost as if the gates of Hell have been opened within the arena. The vocals kick in and the lighting shifts into an inferno of strobes, flaring the cameras as they swing to the entrance way catching a glimpse of a hooded Michael Cross who stands with his head hanging, hidden beneath a hood. The crowd flashes their cameras in excitement as the undefeated Michael Cross moves forward, looking like a lost bird without his partner Akira Kaibatsu or his manager Mr. Kobe at his side. “For those just tuning in,” adds Pete, “Michael Cross has vowed to take the challenge of Landon Maddix alone; he has enlisted his own help for tonight’s contest. Tonight, Michael Cross is looking to show the whole world that he has exactly what it takes to headline any show in any company.” Cross struts down the ramp with anger, his steps pressed and forced as the crowd taps his back and shoulders, receiving not even the slightest response from the focused contender. He pauses, and looks to the left and the right, whipping his hood from his head, and then proceeding to walk to the steps, stomping up them quickly and pausing on the apron. He wipes his feet quickly, scraping them across the canvas as he creeps under the third rope entering the ring. The music fades away as he goes to his corner and begins his warm up routine. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* The post-opening part of "Megalomaniac" by Incubus hits, as from behind the curtain steps Landon Maddix, stopping at the top of the ramp and thrusting his hands out to his side to boos. More serious now, Landon will keep posturing to a minimum and simply walks down the ramp on the way to the ring. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, PLEASE WELCOME, LAAAAAANDON MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDIX!” Landon leaps to the apron, looking out at the crowd. Again, serious and stuff, he'll enter the ring and dispose of his ring jacket before going through pre-match warm-ups. As Funyon leaves the ring the cage departs from the ceiling, lowering down and trapping Landon Maddix and Michael Cross together between the confines of its 15-foot high walls of steel. The referee steps in as both Maddix and Cross stare each other down. Referee Ced Ordonez confronts both men, and on their signal the bell tolls, condemning the two men now to each other. “I know you’ve been waiting for this all night, King,” exclaims Pete reminding the audience world wide of King’s distaste for Landon Maddix, “The test for new comer Michael Cross comes in the form of Maddix; age isn’t a factor, though, folks. Both Landon and Cross are the same age.” Maddix looks around making himself aware of his surroundings, and then guns for the cage wall. Cross isn’t far behind, chasing down Maddix and delivering a blow to his back. Maddix fails to flinch and delivers a nasty elbow strike to the chest of Cross, almost as if he had set it up, sending Cross stumbling back and away from the cage wall into the center of the ring. “A brilliant move by Maddix,” Pete proclaims with interest, “You can hate him, but he’s always thinking, and he’s got the advantage on the less experienced Mike Cross!” Maddix charges from the corner to the center of the ring, using his speed to swing his legs up and over the nearly doubled over Cross, swinging around and dropping the Suicide Machine into a crossface, much to the crowds dismay. Cross powers through the early hold, but Maddix is all over the situation like white on rice, letting the arm go and moving to the back, locking in a rear naked choke. “Maddix’s improved ground skills have got the high risk offense and defense of Michael Cross neutralized early,” describes Pete who is interrupted almost immediately by King. “Maddix couldn’t wrestle worth shit on the mat,” King bludgeons at Maddix with deep felt remarks, “Give Cross 5 minutes, and this match will be done.” Maddix has seceded the choke and places a knee to the back of Cross, who struggles under the muscle of Landon. Cross’ back and neck wrench as Landon cranks his jaw into the air, torturing the upper-body muscles which begin to loosen. Despite Landon’s best attempts, Cross powers through, turning his body and grappling a hold of the leg which was previously pressed into Mike’s back. Landon elevates his body and then slides his weight outward thrusting Cross downward and back into the familiar position on his belly. Maddix turns and resumes control of Mike’s back, going back to work on the muscles, again pressing the knee to his back and pulling the jaw upward. “Once again,” describes Pete, “Maddix has snared Mike, leaving him in a compromising position that may render his back an open target throughout this match.” Cross again powers through, his high tolerance for pain allowing him to work quickly under the pressure of the hold, grabbing a leg on Maddix and attempting for another take down. Maddix sprawls again, but Cross swiftly slides out of the way allowing Maddix to flop to his belly. Landon looks befuddled and embarrassed as Cross stands back to his feet triumphantly, no taunting needed, as the crowd cheers Cross on. “Landon looked like a complete fool;” shouts King, “As I said, the guy can’t work to save his life on the mat!” “I don’t know about that,” rebuts Pete intelligently, “But Michael Cross is standing, and I don’t know how well of a thought out plan that is against Landon, a very accomplished striker, even at one point learning from a former UFC fighter.” Cross moves away from Landon, who turns back to his feet and corners Cross, back against the cage. Mike looks for a way out but Landon is all over him once again, pressing his back up against the cage. Landon tees off with several elbows in response to Cross’ escape from Landon’s hold, viciously digging his forearm into Mike with each shot. Cross looks overwhelmed as Maddix grabs his arm and prepares to whip him across the ring. He drags Mike and then drops him down to his belly with a drop toe hold and again resumes position on his back, this time grabbing his ankles and locking them around his own ankle. Landon smiles and twiddles his hair out of his face and then thrusts back, bridging and taking hold of Cross’ chin. He bridges his body and then turns onto his stomach, extending Mike’s spine into his chest and stretching out all of the neck and back muscles he can. Cross is in agonizing pain, but quickly wipes any emotion from his face and uses the awkward position to his favor, rolling over and powering from the hold. “Landon is having trouble keeping Cross on the ground” exclaims Pete enthusiastically, “The experienced ground game would favor him in any other match but this – Cross is tolerating all of the holds that Maddix can throw at him and he’s still standing. Effective ground game, yes, but if Maddix can’t keep this kid down, how does he expect to scale the cage?” Cross again stands to his feet in rebel fashion as Landon looks up in dismay, looking as if he’s contemplating and second guessing his game plan. He gets to his feet as Cross steps at him, tying him up in a clutch. Landon tries to power through Cross, but isn’t able to break the firm stance. Cross pushes Landon back stepping right into yet another drop toe hold. However, Cross scouts it well and steps right over it leaving Maddix wide open for a boot that sends him rolling away and back up to his feet, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Cross charges Landon but is countered and sent flying into the cage, his face mashing the mesh, unexpectedly countered by Maddix’s unanticipated speed. “Cross’ face can’t take many of those shots to that unforgiving steel,” relays Pete sympathetically, “The skin wasn’t meant to take that kind of punishment!” Cross stumbles around to the center of the ring as Maddix approaches steadily behind him, stalking his back and looking to strike at the appropriate moment. Just as Cross turns, Maddix uses his swinging momentum to grab around his neck, pulling Cross down for a Complete Shot. Maddix rolls through placing his knee directly over the head of Cross, pressing his skull to the mat viciously, retracting it up and into the air, only to drop it yet again. The crowd flinches for the Suicide Machine as Maddix appropriately goes back to work on the back, placing both knees now into the curvature of the spine and pulling Cross up and over for a Bow and Arrow lock. “Maddix is back at it,” exclaims Longdogger with a slight interest, “Again, he pursues the effort to ground his stronger and more conditioned opponent. This might not be the best route for Maddix to continue to walk.” Mike rolls through with power yet again, Maddix quickly following him back to his feet looking twice as frustrated as before. “Maddix with yet ANOTHER failed submission hold on Cross’ back,” describes Pete, hinting at the frustration now clearly brewing in Maddix’s face. “Cross is too conditioned and strong to keep down,” proclaims King, making some sense, “This is one of the worst game plans I’ve seen in quite a while!” Landon stares down Cross and shoots at his legs leaving Mike to sprawl, inevitably failing. Again, Landon has Cross down and takes the role of back position. He slaps Cross repeatedly in the back of the head as a taunting mechanism and then drags his neck into an arch with a vicious looking Land of Nod. Cross convulses to his back, Landon clutching at him and clinging like a piece of gum to the bottom of a shoe. Mike fidgets and then pauses. He calms and then drives a nasty elbow back into the side of Maddix who is knocked short of breath before he can even apply the hold correctly, forcing Maddix to relinquish the clutch and sending him stumbling back to his feet with a look of distaste as Cross follows behind him quickly. “Maddix just attempted his finishing hold in frustration,” Pete now informs the viewers at home, “Far too early, far too risky, and very little pay off. A blunder of sorts from Landon Maddix! He can breath a sigh of relief, he’s lucky his opponent is an inexperienced wrestler on the mat, or you can bet the farm Landon would’ve stumbled head first into something dangerous!” Cross fires at Maddix who has strutted over to the corner in frustration, kicking the ropes and turning just in time to see him charging like a train. Maddix responds just in time sending Cross up and into the garter that maintains the cage, crushing his forehead which sends him back down to the mat. Maddix flips his hair and looks down at the Suicide Machine who just crashed and burned, fully acknowledging the pain as he squints, a tiny trickle of blood omitting from a cut just under his hairline. “Cross has an opening on his forehead,” Pete extends his voice in sympathy; “This is going to swing the match into Maddix’s favor, no doubt. Bloodshed will weaken Cross’ speed and cloud his vision.” “NO,” demands King, attempting to change the scene with a single shout, “This can’t happen. No, it won’t make any difference!” In the ring, Maddix snatches Cross from the mat now lifting him to his feet with a slow empathetic lift. He looks at Cross and the pushes him back to the mat cockily, stalking over the fallen body of Mike who edges back to the center of the ring slowly. Maddix again lifts Cross up, this time violently snapping his body to his feet as he punches away to the top of Mike’s head in an attempt to further open the cut as blood drizzles down in thicker streams, coloring Landon’s taped wrists. Cross winces in pain as Maddix kneels over him delivering more punches and widening the cut, his lack of regard almost typical, yet viciously disturbing. “This might just give Maddix the correct edge to take the mat game to a whole new level,” exclaims Pete emotionless, “The blood might allow Landon to get the appropriate advantage to make his mat game far more effective than before!” Maddix stands back up and kicks Cross over to his stomach, rolling him almost. He ducks down and then resumes control of Mike’s back, again trying to effectively make the back a target in this match with constant submissions. He applies a knee to the back and digs it in, pressing the muscles down and then stretching it, sending deep, shocking pain down Mike’s back. He puts his other knee down harshly and rips upward on Mike’s chin, stretching the neck and the back as the camera focuses in on the Suicide Machine’s face, blood flowing fluidly out the cut with the applied pressure from Landon. Cross lets out a slight howl as he attempts to slide away from Maddix, but to no avail. Landon quickly attempts to switch to the Bow and Arrow hold, giving Cross the chance to roll away. Landon barrels to his feet angrily as Cross uses the corner to drag himself back up, the blood inching down his skin and into his right eye. “That cut is definitely effecting Mike at this point,” Pete groans at the scene in disgust, “That blood is going to blur Mike’s vision, regardless of whether the sight and taste of Mike’s own flesh and blood sends him into shock or not.” “Yeah, right,” King pipes in sarcastically, looking to butcher Maddix yet again, “I can see Maddix freaking out; the guy isn’t anything more than a pussy! If Cross cuts him open on that steel, Maddix can all but kiss this match goodbye.” Maddix looks frustrated as Cross, despite being bloody and weary, has once again managed to inexplicably escape Maddix’s submission maneuvers. A look of desperation graces the face of Maddix, who presses Cross into the corner and lifts him up, seating him atop the ropes. “Could this be,” questions Pete as Maddix follows Cross up to the top rope, “Maddix appears to be going high risk – it’s make or break time for La Cucaracha!” Landon stands and taunts to the crowd in an attempt to make them forget that he has yet to keep his inexperienced adversary down throughout the opening of this match. He stands at the top and blows an ignorant kiss to the crowd before jumping and sitting on Cross’ shoulders looking for a huricanrana off the top. Landon stretches his body downward in an attempt to drag Cross with him but is met with strength, Cross clutching at Maddix who hangs now hovering over the canvas. Cross lets him hang for a moment before dragging him back up into a powerbomb position, standing up now like a mummy on the second rope. Maddix clutches at the cage wall desperately attempting to fight Cross off who shakes and then drops, pulling Landon down, driving his head straight into the top buckle and sending him back first down to the mat stunned. The crowd pops loudly as Cross sits folded near the corner resting and whipping the blood from his face, smearing lines of red over his skin. “OH,” shouts King, “YES, YES! TAKE THAT YOU COCKROACH!” “A magnificent counter by Cross,” exclaims Longdogger Pete in awe, “There’s no other way to put it, Landon played right into Cross’ specialty and left himself open for disaster because of it. The failed mat work has led to a BIG swing, folks, Cross is forcing Maddix to take to the air and make some risks that have just broken the lead he had!” Cross pulls himself back up, now replenished and back to standing more normally as Landon crawls away from him to the center of the ring. The crowd chants Mike’s name getting behind him, wanting him to prevail in his big break as Landon looks caught off guard, bewildered and confused at how to stop Cross in the confines of a cage that he has to escape; no easy task, demanding that he can keep Cross down. “Landon looks stunned, he looks absolutely rocked out there,” exclaims Pete. “His most ‘Experienced Efforts’ aren’t good enough,” proclaims King enthusiastically against Landon Maddix at all costs, “What did I tell you, what did I tell you?” Cross looks to the cage wall and immediately begins to scale the wall as Maddix sulks back to his feet, now noticing that Cross is more than half way up the wall. “Cross is making a quick effort to catch Landon off guard,” Pete shouts climactically, “Thus far it’s worked, and his inexperience has allowed Maddix to make some mistakes underestimating his conditioning and strength!” “C’mon,” demands King, “Get out of there, hurry!” STEP…even closer to the top now. STEP…yet closer, inching away the length between him and escape as Landon makes his way to the wall. Step…slowly. STEP…Maddix just behind him. “Maddix is just behind Cross, who is one clean step from the top!” Pete shouts in excitement. Maddix quickly makes up time, slowing Mike down with several forearms that slap the skin of Mike, notching him down a step and bringing them to about the same level. Maddix slaps at Cross who lets one hand go on the cage, his back turning. He brings the hand back allowing Maddix to climb up and over onto his back, gaining leverage over Cross. He whips and arm around the neck, constricting Cross in his Land of Nod, as he clutches the cage desperately trying to hang on. The crowd loses its heat and Landon gains even more leverage over Cross, letting the hold go having done the damage he wanted. “Maddix is SO close,” Pete yells as the fans stand, cameras flashing, “This one is going to be a photo fin…NO WAIT!” Maddix drops down and grabs a hold of Cross’ shoulders loading his knees into his back and dropping down in an attempt to drag Mike off the cage for a Mount Crushmore. The crowd pops as Maddix falls back, but drops, losing his hold on Mike’s shoulders and landing awkwardly in a nasty drop, his legs tangling in the ropes and rolling him out towards the center of the ring. “MIKE IS CLOSE,” Pete is yelling louder now, his voice booming and matching the crowd’s excitement, “There’s no one there, he’s all alone!” The Suicide Machine isn’t thinking the same way, as he looks back at Maddix who begins to climb stubbornly back to his feet, frustrated beyond belief. Cross steps down and balances on the third rope, turns, and leaps from it and over Maddix kneeling in the ring. He sticks his feet out, looking for a double stomp, but Maddix manages to evade disaster, rolling away as Cross lands on his feet. “A stupid mistake,” King and the crowd quiet down, “Cross could’ve had this match done!” “I’m not so sure it was as stupid as it looked,” Pete fires back informatively, “Maddix wasn’t going to be down for long, he took a small fall, and in the long run, Cross prevented himself from taking a BIG risk and crashing and rather, went for the knockout blow. If he had connected, the win would’ve probably been picked up. He missed, but I’m not certain that wasn’t the smartest move.” Cross turns and is lashed in the face with a superkick that sends him stumbling away from Maddix towards the cage wall, the kick backed by little leverage giving off no more then a mosquito bite of a strike at best. Cross turns back around and is met with a number of elbows from Maddix who now whips Mike across the ring. Mike hits the parallel ropes and rebounds towards Maddix who swings Mike up and over, attempting to throw him back first into the cage. Mike’s legs hit the ropes and spring back around acrobatically, Maddix wasting no time playing catch up by chopping Mike’s chest in response almost immediately. Again he thrusts Mike back against the ropes and throws him across the ring, this time on the rebound connecting with his original intention, Mike’s back thrashing the metal wildly as he collapses down between the wall and the ropes. “Landon’s persistence paid off,” Pete lays out the truth in a lecturing tone, “It failed miserably earlier, but he caught Mike asleep at the wheel, sending him CRASHING into that wall!” Cross rolls under the ropes, and back into the ring as Maddix sways his hair from his face, smiling as he looks down at Cross who sits up and rolls to his stomach, kneeling as Landon looks towards the ropes. Maddix charges towards them as Cross gathers his footing, maintaining a stable stance. Using his momentum, Landon hits the second rope, twists, and rolls his body across the ring towards Mike Cross. Cross quickly responds and catches Maddix’s attempt mid-flight, swatting him out of the air with a thudding clothesline that levels Maddix back down to the mat, shot down yet again. “Maddix has been forced to assume the role he has denounced,” Pete covers Landon’s history as a spot wrestler, describing how JJ Johnson and Jay Hawke had removed that dangerous style from him and replaced a more stable striking and ground game, “But what can he do; his mat work hasn’t stopped Mike, and it certainly won’t keep him down long enough to allow him to escape these walls!” “Pathetic,” mutters King. Maddix’s fall leaves him in a seated position after his head collided with the mat almost full force, leaving him somewhat stunned and providing a bit of breathing room for Michael Cross, whose cut has refused to dry out, the blood still giving his face a shiny and unnatural luster of red. “Mike needs to capitalize on this opening,” Pete goes back to lecturing the inexperience that has plagued the match for Mike thus far, while allowing him also to remain in it; somewhat of a double bladed sword, “He has yet to enter, he’s got his foot in there, but he needs every mistake to turn in to an opportunity to end this match!” Mike stands now, turning to his opponent who is also rising back to his feet. The crowd claps as both men turn and begin exchanging rights and lefts. Maddix works in several nasty blows that catch Cross off guard, allowing Landon to gain a quick upper hand. As Mike comes back rearing back into the exchange, Maddix uses his momentum to send him toppling over, driven to the mat with a nice looking exploder suplex. The crowd sighs, but Cross is already turning in an attempt to get back to his feet, a second wind clearly pushing his body as Landon looks stunned, pulling Cross over with a quick arm drag that offers no solution, Cross back to his feet yet again. “Maddix is throwing just about everything at this kid,” Pete exclaims connecting to Cross and admiring his tenacity, “You can’t help but hope for this kid, you can’t help but admire this kids guts! He might have all the inexperience in the world, but all the heart and will to win is there, he just needs to channel it!” Cross pushes Maddix back, taking control for the first time as Maddix lunges forward grappling him in a quick attempt to regain the power. Cross ducks under the tie up attempt and grabs a hold of back position, Maddix looking uneasy and outwrestled for the first time all match – Cross has finally stepped up to the plate. Mike hooks the arms up and the air and locks his hands over the neck of La Cucaracha, waiting now as the crowd stands and cheers loudly. “HE’S GOT IT; THIS IS IT,” King shouts, “YES, TO HELL WITH MADDIX!” “The Devil is in reach,” Pete exclaims loudly, “His snare has got Maddix!” Cross lifts, but as he looks to drop back, Maddix breaks the hold and turns the tables on Cross, garnering the back position now. “So close,” King sighs, the wind in his sails taken away by Maddix’s quick and impressive counter, clearly showing his experience over his opponent. “Cross was so close,” Pete cools down, his and the crowd’s hearts racing for the rookie, “So very, very close. A minor error allowed Maddix to break the hold and swap positions!” Maddix pushes Cross outward and stumbling forward into the ropes, catching him on the rebound hooking in a half nelson and a chickenwing. The crowd sighs a heavy breath of air as Maddix lifts Cross up and over for his signature Half & Half suplex, however, Cross rolls through it, landing on his feet and breaking the hold that Landon has. Landon stumbles back up to his feet and backs right into Cross who immediately snaps in a full-nelson, the crowd popping incredibly loud in response as Cross folds backward attempting to drop Landon on his neck for his finisher. Landon drops to his BUTT bringing Cross’ chin down with him, crushing his throat as he stands back up, letting the hold go. Landon climbs back to his feet and snap mares Mike over and onto his BUTT. “AGAIN,” King exclaims loudly and disappointed, “AGAIN HE MISSED IT!” “LOOK OUT,” Longdogger Pete yells loudly. In the ring, Maddix charges at Cross who is kneeling. He steps up onto Cross’ knee and throws all of his weight in the form of a knee right square in the nose of Mike who falls back and rolls to his stomach, the crowd shocked as Maddix stands and taunts them, the crowd booing him loudly. “NO,” King and Pete yell together, King now overpowering Pete’s voice, “Damn you, Landon, DAMN YOU!” “That’s gotta be it,” Pete looks on at Cross whose blood has stained the mat now, his body lying motionless as Maddix looks to the cage wall. STEP…the crowd sighs. STEP…Maddix is getting closer, but taking his time as the crowd begins to boo unanimously. STEP…Landon is near the top now, Ced looking up at him and then back at Cross. STEP…Landon crawls, his body atop the cage, peeking his way over it and stepping to the outside of the wall. The crowd boos loudly as Maddix raises an arm in salute to them, nearly stepping off. He turns and jumps, but as he does so, his hair pulls and he flails his legs, the camera looking up to catch a glimpse of Michael Cross snatching two handfuls of blonde hair and pulling Maddix as his legs struggle to catch back on the cage. The crowd goes nuts as a bloody Cross begins yanking and pulling Landon up and back to the top of the cage, crawling up alongside him as they perch themselves atop the 15 foot structure. “YES,” King immediately wakes up a glimmer of hope, “Yes!” “Cross has got Maddix right where he wants him,” Pete’s voice prickles the neck of all the fans as the two duel it out atop the cage, the underdog and the heavily disliked favorite, “Right now, it’s all about high risk! This is Cross’ only hope, this is it folks!” Cross swings at Maddix, but is caught with several overpowering and key shots that nearly send him off the cage, hugging it tightly to remain alive in the match. Maddix wearily stands, as Cross follows, the two men towering over the audience as cameras flash rapid fire. Maddix manages to catch Cross with a devastating haymaker the sends him keeling over. Maddix pulls Mike’s head between his legs and hooks his arms. “NO,” Pete yells, “Not from there, there’s no way! NO! He’s attempting the Pepsi Max Plunge OFF THE CAGE!” The crowd does away with the booing, their loud cheers sending shivers throughout the arena as Cross and Maddix stand atop the cage. Cross fights it off and drops down to his belly, hugging the cage as Maddix boots him, sending him back over the edge and into the ring. He continues booting him, Cross struggling to hang and stay alive in the match as the crowd’s cheers get louder and louder. Cross dangles, and as Maddix delivers the boot, he nearly falls, but manages to hang on. Maddix again delivers a long, powerful kick, but Cross grabs it just before it can connect, throwing Maddix off balance and sending him falling to his BUTT on the lip of the top of the cage. Cross grabs his legs and drags Maddix away from the top as he scrambles to gain position, but to no avail as Cross sets him atop his shoulders in an electric chair position. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Cross lays Maddix over his shoulders and drops him off the top rope for the Desperation ’28, cameras flickering in every direction as the ring shakes thunderously, Maddix’s body bouncing around, finally laying to rest. “THAT’S GOTTA BE IT,” Pete and King begin yelling, chaos ensuing as the fans erupt, “A desperate situation, a great time to hit the Desperation ’28!” Cross begins moving as Maddix lies motionless in the center of the ring, Ced looking on amazed. Cross drags himself to his feet and steps up to the wall, climbing it after scaling to the top rope. The crowd is going nuts as the underdog makes his way up to the top of the cage, cameras going off everywhere. He reaches the top triumphantly and edges over the top, jumping down as Maddix begins making movement in the ring. Funyon interrupts the crowd, who ignore him, hitting the exhausted Mike Cross’ shoulder and cheering loudly. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOU’RE WINNNNNNNER,” Funyon bellows, “MICHAEL CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!!!!!” “He did it, he overcame the odds,” Pete loudly exclaims, overly happy for the rookie, “He beat the odds, and the Vegas deal makers are having a heart attack! He forced Landon back into a style that caused him to crash, he maintained composure against his ground work, and overcame every obstacle Landon could throw at him in that cage!” Cross leaves through the crowd as Omerta by Lamb of God closes out the show, the crowds loud cheers fading as the screen goes black, the last image of that of a tired and sweaty, as well as frustrated, Landon Maddix, pulling himself to the cage and looking over to the exiting Cross in absolute rage.
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    Thoth Report 2-26-06

    For the record, it wasn't ME who attempted to bring that back, I just got hooked into doing that shit by Nick (who used to post here) where I did all the work and he cleared it with the admins. So...yeah.
  19. The SWF cameras are backstage, post Smarkdown, with Michael Cross who just got off a very difficult loss in the main event. He paces around in a corridor where crew and wrestlers continue to walk by, patting him on the back as he ignores their comments about the loss, attempts to lift the young kid’s spirits ignored and thrown away by looks of anger and rage. Ben Hardy and video crew members approach Cross, who pauses and turns his head looking up, the camera rolling and catching the hooded Cross off guard and looking twice as angry as before. “Michael,” Ben cuts in slowly, attempting to avoid any possible confrontation with the seemingly on edge Suicide Machine, “…Tonight, well, tonight was your shot at glory in the SWF, something not a lot of new comers are offered. While you lost, it’s no secret the amount of heart and effort you put in, nor is it a secret how close you came to victory. What’re your thoughts on the match, how do you feel about the outcome, and where do you go from here?” Cross paces two steps, stops to think, paces two more, and then stops again, this time for good, his baggy jeans and baggy hoodie drapes over his battered body, hidden under clothe. He lifts up his hood and turns to face the camera, Ben sighing somewhat and backing away a bit, as Cross grabs the microphone from his hands. The cameras move to his left and to his right preceding Cross’ voice, attempting to catch a view of the rest of Asia Underground who’re seemingly missing, once again leaving Cross to do his own bidding for the second time tonight. “Tonight…” his voice seems somewhat weary, more matured, but lost and still wandering to find its true place, “Tonight was the night that my demons and my past were going to disappear, the night all of my troubles were overcome by something much more, something more heartfelt.” Cross pauses as if finished with what he has to say, as Ben awkwardly pauses as well, silence taking the corridor by storm. Ben waits a moment, then leans in to speak over the microphone held by Cross, who thrusts it into Hardy’s chest, looking at him as he leans back and takes hold of the mic. “What do you mean,” Hardy looks at Cross confused, “That tonight was supposed to be the end of your past? What past, we know bits and pieces, but nothing intentionally given to us; what is your past, and why does it still haunt you?” Cross contemplates the question, breathes out a breath of air having caught his voice before speaking, and then composes himself with an answer. He grabs the mic once again and waits a moment. “It’s only fair that I tell you,” Cross’ face calms and his eyes squint, “You see, Ben, I never had parents, I never had the benefits of growing up with a family. I had the benefits of growing up in homes that never wanted me, haunted by the fact that even my blood parents wanted nothing to do with me.” Cross stops, and wipes a forearm across his nose, looking down and biting his lip. Ben interjects himself, patting Cross’ back and then speaking without a microphone, the camera still able to pick his words up regardless. “Mike, I’m sure that’s not the truth,” a quiet moment passes, the emotion felt as anyone left still moving throughout the corridor pauses to watch with concern, “You’ve found a home now, Kobe, Akira, the SWF. Mike, you’ve come home, you’re here. A loss means nothing, you’ve matured for it, and you’re ready to take the next step.” Another moment passes and steps and shouts are heard in the distance. Some skanky looking women (possibly groupies) enter a pair of doors several feet behind the scene, Cross turning to see the women. “Take the next step?” Cross seems down, his voice mixing emotions of anger and depression. “The next step? Ben, there is no next step; there is no future in THAT!” He thrusts his finger to the doors, his face cringing as a tear seeps from under his eyelid and drops to the floor with a splash. “That, that is everything I hate, everything I’ve been void of. Popularity, acceptance, winning for once, JUST ONCE! But my life has never been about winning, it’s been about surviving, lasting through the countless bull shit that’s been thrown at me by people, PEOPLE LIKE THEM!” He turns his face and grimaces. Ben looks confused at what to say next, the heartfelt moment overlapped by the women who remind the depressed, young rookie of his shaky past. He pats him again and then gathers his words, “You don’t have to be that, you can change the standard, you can destroy the drugs and the women that come with success. I know how you associate your past with that, and how you’ve never won, I understand that your hate for drugs and for pointless sex all stems to the fact that that path has never been open to you…” Cross cuts him off with his forearm, pressing Hardy away as he looks up and into the camera. “You think my anger stems to never having the opportunity to have THAT!” Cross’ gaze sends flames to the camera lens and melts it, his jaw shaking as he grits his teeth together. “No; Ben, that’s not it. No, to whoever the hell else believes they understand why I am what I am, why I do the things I do, and why I think the things I think. I am Straight Edge because my past tells me who I am, or, rather, who I don’t want to be.” Cross pauses and then looks down, his facial expressions calming. “My mom was nothing but a cock sucking whore, and my Dad, well, my dad – my real dad – paid to have me. He fucked my mom in the back of a car and 9 months later dropped me on the steps of a church. You think I want to pay for sex, abuse what it was meant to be? You think it’s because I’ve never had that option? Well, after all, it is every 16 year old kid’s dream to find out his father was a desperate scum bag and his mother slept with people for a living, even better to find out that I was abandoned, not put up for adoption, or not because my parents were dead.” Cross smiles, briefly, as Hardy presses himself against a wall, awe stricken, “That would’ve been a dream compared to what I found out. I hope my mom is dying in a hospital from aids, and I hope my father has his throat slit over a bad drug deal. I hope, for their sake, that I never find out their true identities.” Ben steps forward, pausing to look at Cross, as if to ask if it’s okay for him to speak. Cross hands over the mic with a brief grin. “Mike, what does this have to do with the SWF, your loss, or your future in this company? Why are you relaying these spiteful words, and what does this have to do with understanding your past?” Cross chuckles under his breath, and grabs the mic, breaking the short period of silence. “Ben, you want to know what this has to do with my loss, don’t you?” Cross pauses and then looks at the camera. “Well, Ben, it has everything to do with my past. Tonight, Landon beat me; he beat me by associating me with something he desperately needs and wants. He threw me aside, he threw me aside when he was done getting the pleasure he got, and then he left me, like my parents.” Cross hangs his head, looking at his feet. “And, Landon, at From the Fire – yeah, I’ll be there – I’m going to do the same thing to you, without pity. I’m going to beat you senseless, without remorse, so that I can get what I need. So that I can get that belt, so that I can forget my past, and so that I can see you suffer for what you’ve done to me. You wanted to know what this had to do with my past, my loss, and my future? I think you just found out.” Cross shoves the mic into Hardy’s chest and walks off putting his iPod headphones into his ears and walking out to the parking lot. Hardy looks at the camera absolutely enthralled by what Cross had to say, almost beckoning for more of his past and for more of what he intends to do as the cameras cut to darkness.
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    SWF Stats Thread - 2006 Edition

    2/25/06 Music has been changed. 5/28/06 Complete character over-haul, edited stats, name, appearance, music, and move set. 5/29/06 Minor stat update. 5/31/06 Move set change/nickname change. 6/22/06 Entrance/General Information edited Preliminary Question: Through IGN’s efed/JJ Johnson/Akira Kaibatsu Smarks Board Name: Super_Tigris Wrestlers Name: Michael Cross Nickname: 'Iron' Height: 6’2'' Weight: 237 pounds Hometown: Detroit, MI Age: 22 Face/Heel: Currently not caring about anything either way Stable: Asia Underground (former), The Axis (former), None (current) Ring Escort: None Weapon(s): Barbed Wire and Chairs Quote: None Looks: Hair – Medium-uneven mohawk-like black hair Eyes – Beady, Dark Blue Facial Hair – Black, Sabin-like Chin Strap goatee Body – Small, tight, muscular Tattoo – A cross on the back of his neck, an S on his left shoulder and an E on his right shoulder, “DRUG FREE” tattooed across his knuckles, and the numbers “2” and “8” tattooed tiny near the middle of his chest, *new* two swan wings tattoed across his back and up into the backs of his arms. Attire – Gym shorts (dark red waist band with white draw strings, white legs, thick dark red strip down the left leg and the right leg, in white text the words “twenty” and “eight” are spelled on the left and right leg with dark red circular cuffs at the bottom of each leg), long white boots with dark red kick pads, dark red knee pads, long taped wrists (white tape) with a dark red X on both of the tops of the hands. Entrance Attire – Dark red and black Independent hoodie sweat shirt. Ring Entrance: Pretty simple, a lot of flashing dark-red lights and the song 'The Show Must Go On' by Queen. Mike won't really look at the crowd, he'll just do his own thing, coldly. Stats Strength: 7, as of his return, Mike has gained nearly 10 pounds of muscle. He's got bull-like strength that feeds into his vitality, making him defensively and offensively capable of a ton more now that he's gained so much muscle. Clearly he enjoy putting his strength over in his matches if he has a distinct advantage over his opponent. If he can, he'll throw them around for his own pleasure quite literally. Speed: 4, fast, but now he's more into the power game, hopefully looking to take on a new found position within the SWF. He can still do some occasional flying stuff, but it's much less of an aspect of his moveset or his Vitality: 8, easily the most important part of Mike's offense and defense is his vitality, which is high enough that throughout the match, if he takes a lesser amount of damage, can maintain strength and speed without feeling the effects of fatigue or body stress, making him more dangerous in every offensive aspect, though his irritablity and anger make him far more capable of making mistakes on his feet, thus the weakness in his high-impact and aerial-ability offense that seems relentless - if you can make him make a HUGE mistake, he'll feel the effects and be hurt enough to have to retreat into a defensive shell. Charisma: 1, determination and the desire to be the best grants him the ability to say such things in promos and occasionally in matches (sort of like an even more generic Chris Benoit). His intensity borders on the verge of over-the-top. He's not someone anyone wants to listen to unless he's in a spot where people genuinly are interested in a match he's participating in. Style: Signature move: Standing Double Stomp onto an opponent's head 'Iron' Bomb - an advanced version of the move formerly know as "Break the Ice" (a powerbomb onto his own knee). First, he'll perform the original move onto his right knee, then again onto his left, and then he'll whip his opponent as hard as he can into the mat and sling over top of them for a Jacknife Pin. Triple Northern Lights Suplexes (ends usually into a pin unless interupted by an opponent) Entrapment – STS, or an STF with a headlock applied Fierce Strikes – while opponent is on hands and knees, Cross stands over him and delivers cross face forearms over and over again. Top Rope Double Knee Drop Common moves: Headlock Rapid arm drags Oklahoma Roll Pin Alternating knee strikes Drop Toe Hold Enziguri Sunset flip (from various positions) Repeated Snap Suplexes Pendulum Backbreaker Double leg takedown Chain wrestling (arm wringing, headlock exchanges, arm drags, submission/pin exchange) Dropkick to Knee followed up by a hard knee to the face Powerslam Bulldog Rare moves: (Now a rare move due to the improbability that Cross will even go for a move at his new size and weight) *Go To Hell - A double stomp only ever done to cruiserweights as a finish, and only done with the intention of stomping directly onto the head with every intention of knocking the victim out. It's rarely done unless Cross is in odds as to how to actually put down an opponent in a cruiser match. In order for an opponent to kick out, their vitality should be around a 6, anything higher should prompt a kickout for a close two. (Now a rare move due to the improbability that Cross will even go for a move at his new size and weight) *Go To Hell, And Stay There - similar to *Go To Hell, the move is done in situations where it's legal or when it's done without the ref's knowledge, basically Cross stomps the head of his opponent who is sprawled over a steel chair that's been set up. It can be used on any opponent, size doesn't matter, and is more lethal than any move in Cross' arsenal, incredibly dangerous, and should put every opponent away. If you're writing a kick out of this move, please PM me or IM me before doing so. The Devil’s Soul Snare – Dragon Suplex Pin, it's made the swap into the rare move section because of how dangerous it is, now if you're hit with this, you know you've pissed 'Iron' Mike off - please refrain from writing a kick out from this move unless asking, it holds a special place in my heart, thanks. Finishers: Silent Rage Syndrome – Chris Hero’s Strong Hero Welcome, or a dragon sleeper that lifts and twists into a cutter. Iron Cross - Sugar Hold, or a seated full nelson strech. Nail in the Cross - Double Armed Brainbuster, one of Cross' favorite new moves reflecting his new found power. (other versions of the Nail in the Cross): Nail in the Iron Cross - one of the older moves in Cross' move set that was seldomly used as its effects were never truly felt with such a lack of overall power. The Nail in the Cross is a double armed brainbuster used to spike the opponents head an neck downward. This move allows the set up for the Iron Cross (see: the move directly above this), and is often strung into this. Nail in the Iron Soul Snare - The same scenario as above, however, if his opponent is refusing to submit, Cross will pull his opponent into a standing position and deliver The Devil's Soul Snare, pinning the opponent almost indefinately after all of the work on the neck. Notes: Cross is extremely violent, loves blood, loves fighting, but isn’t just super-spotty. He can wrestle, he can take big bumps, and generally works in matches where he takes a majority of the punishment be it that he puts himself in position to take horrific falls by using high risk maneuvers. Cross often likes to rush into a fight and try and catch his opponent off guard, and because his vitality is so high, he’s able to have large spurts of energy later in matches, similar to the likes of Kurt Angle, Shawn Michaels, and Chris Benoit. When Cross is in control, he’s often like Taz in that he’s machine-like and very destructive/controlling. He likes inducing the maximum amount of pain he can by dissecting his opponent piece by piece. Very thorough, very dangerous when in control. Bio: After taking several leaves from wrestling, 'Iron' Mike has returned with a new passion - to win, defend, and be the best world champion he can be. His obsession with gold was solidified after his unsuccessful tenure as the Cruiserweight Champion just this July. After taking a loss to Tom Flesher followed by another to Birdman, Cross took time off to light the fire inside of him again, successfully putting on ten pounds of muscle and forming a completely new gameplan. Mr. Kobe, his former manager, is now no longer at his side.
  21. super_tigris

    Promo.

    Or for horribly demented and twisted heels who enjoy enforcing them because of their past. *HINT, OMG* Pretty cool, dude. I like the fact that I totally hate your character.
  22. super_tigris

    SWF Lockdown Card - 06/02/22

    I feel so loved. The main event. Oh my.
  23. super_tigris

    The AIM sn thread

    AIM: I tigris I
  24. super_tigris

    Something I put together in my free time

    It's official
  25. Nothing special, just thought it would be kind of cool to do a "hype poster" for the biggest event for SWF. Yeah, it's not that time of year yet, but I figured if you guys liked it that I'd try and do more for the other PPVs. Again, that's a really sloppy and thrown together design. The only thing that took any sort of time was the actual Genesis VII logo. The rest was just "eh, I'm too lazy to doll this up, and I don't even know if they'll like it".
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