A thread that was for self-promotion...

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Okay, here's a novel concept...

 

If you particularly want more/some feedback on your promos/matches, provide a link to the said match/promo here and have people read/reply to them!

 

Bump this thread as necessary.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Well, just to play along, here's a losing match of mine from about a month ago against Frost and CIA, where I came *this* close to beating Frost. Comment...n' stuff.

 

 

SJL Wrath returns as an opening shot of the TD Waterhouse Center in Orlando, Florida is displayed for a many spectators to view. Outside, several hoboes scalp off phony tickets to blind children as a large sign reads: “SJL WRATH! SOLD OUT!” and yet another informing advertisement: “Fight Club: A Tale Told With Sock Puppets! Tickets On Sale!” remains sprawled across a second billboard. The camera star-wipes to the interior of the arena, where thousands of rabid fans rave and chant incoherent slurs of encouragement to the wrestlers. The camera gradually pans the enthusiastic audience, as several signs such as: “LDP RULES ALL,” “Longdogger Is The Best Marker Ever,” and “TNT is a suck-up!” dot the crowd. The panning comes to an abrupt halt however, as the camera stops dead at the announcer’s table, where Eddie Mac and Suicide King both reside, enticed in a heated game of Patty Cake. Suddenly, Edwin notices the camera, and attains the role of the opening speaker…

 

Edwin: “Huzzah. Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the returning SJL Wrath! Sitting with me tonight are “not-quite-up-to-par-with-my-title-reign” Suicide King, and Ax…hey, where is Axis?”

King (looking left and right, under the table and down his pants): “I have no clue.”

Edwin: “Nonetheless, we have a match of unproportional awesomeness coming up…(looks at watch)…now!”

King: “That’s right Crown Prince of Feltch and Penis…”

Edwin: “Actually it’s Crown Prince of…”

King: “It’s what I say it is bub. Anyhoo, this next match is…”

 

An awkward silence descends upon the announcing booth as Axis walks into view, a crowbar in hand, taking a seat next to Edwin.

 

Edwin: “You’re fashionably late.”

Axis: “My friend I’m so fashionable I can be fashionably early, on time, AND late.”

King: “Maybe, but where the German sausage bunnies were you?”

 

Both King and Ed stare in a perplexed manner at Axis, as Edwin spouts out the answer to both himself and Suicide’s inevitable question…

 

Edwin: “You got locked inside of a shed again didn’t you?”

Axis: “…”

Edwin: “Hey King, Axis got locked inside a…”

Axis: “Drop it Edwin.”

Edwin: “I mean it was…”

Axis: “Drop it before I use this crowbar to pry open your jaw.”

Edwin: “Yipes! Fair enough.”

Axis: “Ahem. As I’m sure one of my colleagues was saying, we’ve got a match brewing; and one hell of a match it’s sure to be as SJL European Champion Frost is set to defend his title against both CIA and ‘TNT’ Taylor Nicholas Thompson! We go now to Funyon, who is ready to introduce the competitors for our next match.”

 

The screen displays the inside of the ring, where Funyon stands, dressed in his usual hand-me-down tuxedo. Tons-of-Fun acquires a microphone, and holds it up to his lips, ready to speak…

 

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, and Suicide King, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Smarks Junior League European Championship belt! Count-out and disqualification rules are NOT in affect! The first man to pin another man or make another man submit will be declared the winner! Ahem. Introducing, the first competitor in this bout, weighing in at a lean and/or mean 267 pounds, hailing from Anaheim, California, the longest reigning television champion of all time, ‘TNT’ Taylor Nicholas Thompson!”

 

“Oy! Oy! Oy!”

 

The entrance curtains begin to ruffle as a dark figure emerges from the backstage area, featuring baggy trousers, and long, streaming hair. The figure steps into a sea of red and orange strobelights, and is illuminated by them, revealing itself as Taylor Nicholas Thompson. The letters "T-N-T" slink across the Smarktron and just as a resounding "Watch me exploooooooooooode!!!!!" echoes throughout the arena, and the hulking mass that is Taylor Thompson briskly strides down the aisleway. Taylor hops upon the ring apron, flipping the heated audience off to a rather negative reaction, and steps through the ropes and into the ring. Thompson, rather than committing his usual pre-match tradition of hitting each corner, instead compromises to recoil backwards, where he perches atop a turnbuckle. The arena squashes Taylor with an anvil of boos, but the explosive one remains unaffected as he merely gazes up the entrance ramp, a determined and concentrated expression painted across his goateed face.

 

Axis: “TNT looks a lot more serious tonight folks. You can really tell that he wants that European title, and he wants it badly.”

King: “TNT deserves to be here tonight no doubt as he defeated Andrew Rickmen himself to gain a spot in this matchup.”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

King: “………Ok.”

 

Funyon: “The second competitor in this bout, weighing in at a terribly Canadian 237 pounds, hailing from the chilly Celine Dion-infested depths of Ottawa, which is in Ontario, which is in Canada, he is the Canadian Intelligence Agency…C-I-A!!!”

 

The arena pops like a cherry as the respectable image of a Canadian flag materializes on the Smarktron, and several lights makeshift into a red tinted color, scaring young children and Edwin alike. The red tinge remains constant as a few melodic notes of “O Canada” ring throughout the arena, until an entire verse has come and gone. This comforting peacefulness is soon interrupted however, as a gigantic crimson flair ignites at the pinnacle of the entrance ramp, and “Secret Agent Man” blares from the loudspeakers, telegraphing the inevitable arrival of CIA himself…

 

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

 

A silhouette of a man holding a large silk sheet, who is gingerly trotting down the entrance ramp, soon is revealed to be the speaker, as CIA speaks while shuffling down the aisleway, Canadian flag resting in his arms.

 

“Greetings from the frozen north! Buy yourself a Canadian Beer, and get ready to have your eyes opened!”

 

The Canadian Intelligence Agency slithers into the ring with a broad smile on his face, still spewing out catchy sayings…

 

“Raise your voices up, let the people smile! Cause I'm here, and I'm bringing the CANADIAN STYLE!"

 

CIA tosses the microphone aside and respectfully sets his flag onto the mat, as he begins to remove his jacket. CIA slips off his outer clothing, hurling it into the audience as a gang of Trekkies brawl, attempting to gain possession of the valuable item.

 

King: “What’s CIA doing with that flag? He can’t have a flag? That’s cheating! He can’t have a flag…can he have a flag?”

Edwin: “Afraid so King of Farts.”

Axis: “This Canadian grappler appears to be in tip-top shape for tonight’s matchup, as he truly is giving off vibes of determination. This #1 contender had to go through another initialed competitor, MVS, to gain his spot in this match.”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

Funyon: “Finally, the last, and maybe least competitor in this bout depending on your opinion, weighing in at a chilly 296 pounds, wrestling for the penguin infested depths of his hometown Reykjavik, Iceland, he is the Smarks Junior League European champion of the world…er…Europe, FROST!!!”

 

Several guitar riffs that signal the beginning of “Cities on Flame With Rock ‘n Roll” by the Blue Oyster Cult echo throughout the arena, as the hulking pile of muscle that is Frost materializes from the backstage area. Frost takes a few deliberately slow strides down the entrance ramp, but stops dead in his tracks, glancing backwards towards the curtains. Frosty breaks out a rare smile as he points to the backstage area. The audience glances at the ring entrance in confusion, all exchanging one collective expression of raw perplexity. The initial reaction soon evolves into an eruption of cheers however, as none other than Sydney Sky herself pops out from behind the curtains. Frost politely golf claps a bit, but soon resumes his usual posture as he sulks towards the ring, raising a single clinched fist in the air, as the fans pour a proverbial bucket of mixed reaction atop his head. Frost arrives at the ring, slowly meanders up the ring steps, and also assists Sky into the ring, as the two ramble off a few quick poses to egg on a roaring “Sydney! Sydney! Sydney!” chant. Sky removes the European title from Frost’s shoulder, and appropriately hands the belt to Funyon, who steps through the ropes, just as three consecutive chimes from the ring bell signal the start of the match.

 

*** DING DING DING ***

 

Axis: “And we’re off!”

 

The three opponents circle eachother…er…triangle eachother like rabid North Carolinian tree monkeys, awaiting the first strike to be made. CIA takes the honors, as he breaks the relative calmness among the trio by darting off of the ropes, and driving his elbow right across the jaw of Frost!

 

Edwin: “CIA breaks the proverbial ice of calmness as he delivers a stiff bionic elbow right into Frost’s jaw!”

 

Frost staggers back a bit, rubbing his chin with the palm of his broad hand. A smidgen of blood trickles from the Icelandic monster’s mouth, creating a conspicuous river of crimson, which cuts through the sea of pale, white skin that makes up Frost’s face. CIA looks to follow up with yet another bionic elbow, but finds himself planted into the mat quicker than Ahmed Johnson can say “I am a miserably sloppy wrestler,” as Frost grasps a hold of the significantly smaller grappler, and fully flipping his opponent, puts the Canadian down with a tilt-a-whirl slam! The mat virtually ripples with impact, as CIA gasps for air, moaning in unbearable pain. Frosty continues to lie on the mat, his arm still draped across CIA’s chest, forming an early pin!

 

Kivell: “One!”

 

CIA is quick to elevate an arm off of the mat, fully kicking out of the premature pinfall attempt. Frost continues to rest on the mat, collecting himself, but soon is back on his feet, with a little assistance from the ring ropes. CIA follows the leader, also regaining a fully conscious state. Both men shake off some dizziness, but it’s instantly knocked back into them by TNT, who reverberates off of a set of ropes, sprints towards his opponents, outstretches both arms, and sends Frost, CIA, and himself hurdling over the ropes with a double Cactus clothesline! All three men incoherently stagger into the guardrails outside of the ring, holding a contest for who can reach their feet first. Frost wins this competition, as he spins to his feet, and is followed by his two opponents within a few seconds.

 

Axis: “And the action has flowed to the exterior of the ring! This is no disqualification folks!”

King: “Kill CIA!”

Axis: “King, don’t you think that’s a little biased?”

King: “Kill ‘em!”

 

TNT sets his crosshairs on CIA as his first target, as he lunges at the Canadian, and leaps off of the ground, one knee bent out in an extended manner, forming a knee lift!

 

King: “Ouch!”

Axis: “Ewe!”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

 

TNT’s knee cracks across CIA’s masked face, snapping his neck backwards, and sending him flipping over the guardrail and into the audience! Several fans attempt to savagely remove CIA’s mask, boots, and pants, as he desperately struggles to roll back over the guardrail, still grasping at his pained neck.

 

Axis: “CIA took a devastating blow to the face, which couldn’t have done good things for his neck!”

King: “CIA can’t let his neck take much punishment, as it was already virtually destroyed on Metal by Mike Van Siclen! God knows how TNT and Frost will take advantage of this weakness…say, where the hell is Frost anyway?”

Edwin: “He appears to be over by that food stand…buying a snack…weird.”

 

Just as Edwin stated, a quick shot of Frost’s whereabouts reveal him to be prominently positioned near a food stand, apparently buying a snowcone.

 

Edwin: “YAY! He’s buying me a snowcone!”

King: “He’s buying me a snowcone you old hack!”

Edwin: “Me!”

King: “Me!”

Axis: “People! Puh-leeze try to be reasonable here, we all know he’s buying me a snowcone.”

 

All three announcers bitterly argue over the possession of the snowcone, but a sudden silence drops over the booth, as they stare at Frost, who passes right by the announcer’s table. Frost hands the flavored ice funnel to Sydney Sky, who takes a few licks, and then spits into it, handing it back to Frosty. Frost then saunters towards his two opponents, who are exchanging right hands, TNT using his size to gain a mild advantage. Frost points his finger from one opponent to the other, apparently playing eenie-meenie-minie-mo. Frost’s cold and heartless glare stops dead on TNT, who has finally managed to topple CIA to the floor. Frost revs back, snowcone in hand, and thrusts the freezing snack into TNT’s face, as crimson streams of flavored snowcone juice slither down his chest. TNT immediately shrinks back backwards, as the kneeling CIA uses the backward momentum to roll TNT up! He keeps the astonished TNT down for a full five seconds, but referee Mathew Kivell refuses to make the count.

 

King: “As much as I love seeing CIA’s plans of victory become befuddled, I can’t help but wonder why Kivell isn’t making the count!”

Axis: “Not so fast King. Something often forgotten by wrestlers is that this match is no-disqualification, but NOT hardcore.”

King: “Geez. How stupid is CIA? Making a pin like that. How stupid. What kind of stupid…”

Axis: “But you just made the same mistake your…”

King: “How stupid!”

 

CIA releases the dynamite warrior, who falls backwards in a limp fashion, rubbing crunched ice residuals off of his face, and out of his goatee. Frost, the only wrestler still remaining in an erect posture, ceases to giving his opponents any type of rest period, and immediately tightens his cold, sweaty fingers around a morsel of CIA’s short blonde hair, prying him to his feet. CIA’s cranium bobs a bit, signaling to Frost that he’s not quite “right in the head,” as Frost tightens his knuckles, and revs back, thrusting his arm forward right into CIA’s heart for the Touch of Frost! CIA dodges to the side, and spring boards off of a guardrail, latching an arm around Frost’s skull and soaring forward in a bulldog motion!

 

Axis: “Can’t you just feel the impact of that move?!”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

King: “Edwin you know there’s more than one phrase that you can…”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

King: “Bah. I give up.”

Axis: “I did years ago.”

 

CIA pounces up from the fallen Frost, who lays on the concrete floor grasping at his neck, and sets his target on his second, much more explosive opponent, who has just managed to rise to his feet.

 

Axis: “CIA charging TNT!”

King: “You know I just realized how many initials are involved in this match, I mean, back when I was SWF world champion some people called me KOH but seriously these two…”

Axis: “King, please.”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

King (to Axis): “If you won’t shut him up I will.”

Edwin: “I’m right here Mr. ‘I’m not CURRENT SWF World Champion.”

King: “Bring it on Mr. ‘I’m not the longest reining SWF World Champion of all time.”

Edwin: “Oh yeah, well…wait, neither are you.”

King: “…Oh yeah.”

Axis: “Ahem. As I was saying, CIA charging TNT!”

 

Just as Axis inquired (twice,) CIA mischievously lunges at the explosive one, who catches him, wraps his arm around his back and lifts him off of the ground, only to plunge him back onto the concrete with a devastating sideslam! CIA lets out a resounding grunt to signify his agony, grasping at his arched back, and his persistently aching neck. TNT goes to lift CIA from the ground, but stops short, spotting his Canadian flag in which CIA brought to the ring at the start of the bout. TNT stumbles over to the flag, taking possession of it, and begins staggering back towards his Canadian opponent with relatively evil intentions…

 

Axis: “What the hell is he gonna do?”

 

Taylor lifts the flag by the short wooden pole attached to it, raises it above his head, but is cut short by the now conscious CIA, who clasps his legs around TNT’s shin and topples him to the ground with a drop toehold! Frost, who has been observing this attack in an incognito fashion, pounces out into the action, extending one leg in which he sinks into the back of TNT’s skull!

 

Axis: “Ouch! Frost saw the already floored Taylor Nicholas Thompson, and used it to his advantage by planting 296 pounds of icy cold muscle onto the back of TNT’s head with a stiff leg drop!”

King: “That one’s gonna hurt in the morning…and possibly for years afterward depending on the severity.”

 

All three men gasp for breath, rolling on the concrete floor attempting to collect themselves…except for TNT who appears to be dead. Frost rises to his feet, and clutches a handful of Taylor’s dreadlocks, rolling him into the interior of the white canvassed ring. Frost follows to boot, as Sky ecstatically claps while Frost falls to his knees, adorning a single arm over Thompson’s bare chest for the cover.

 

Kivell: “One! Two!”

 

TNT reaches a single shoulder off of the mat, to the point where it looks like he is attempting to catch a single dust mite floating in the air. Frost grumbles in disapproval, but resolves his disappointment by latching one of his heavily muscled arms underneath the chin of TNT, forming an improvised sleeper hold! TNT, who is already in a dazed and confused state of mind, immediately falls limp, as the ref raises his arm, and drops it, counting a single number each and every time. (1) TNT’s hand falls limply to the mat, causing a slight “thud.” Meanwhile, CIA, who has witnessed this start of a possible victory, becomes alert and slides into the ring. (2) Taylor’s arm falls lifelessly to the white canvas once again, and just as the ref starts to elevate Taylor’s arm a third and final time, CIA makes the save by pouncing from the mat and thrusting both of his legs into the side of Frost’s head!

 

Axis: “CIA saves a near fall with a devastating dropkick directly into the temple of the chilly one’s temple! He makes the cover!”

Kivell: “One! Two!”

King: “Woohoo!”

Edwin: “TNT breaks up the pin attempt with the swift drop of a knee directly into he back of CIA’s neck!”

Axis: “And you have to wonder how much punishment that fragile neck of his can sustain!”

 

The Canadian rolls out of the ring once more, clasping both of his Canadian hands around his Canadian neck, but falls to the outside protective mats at a slight angle, causing even more harm to his aching collar! TNT, who now has the weakened Frost all to himself, hones in on the chilly warrior, and begins putting rapid boots to his mid-section! Frost’s body flinches after every torturous thrust of Taylor’s boot, as CIA meanders around the exterior of the ring, apparently searching for…

 

Axis: “CIA has got the Canadian flag!”

 

All in an instant, CIA swiftly slides under the ring ropes, flag in hand, twirls to his feet, revs back, and…TNT spins around, ducking a swing, as the flag soars right above his head, just missing him. Taylor then grabs a hold of the astonished CIA’s neck, and swings around, cracking CIA’s neck onto the unforgiving ring mat with a swinging neckbreaker! The flag, along with the wooden shaft in which it is connected, rolls towards Frost, who grabs it, and begins struggling to his feet! CIA, who lays on his stomach towards the center of the ring, is approached by the offensive TNT, who steps over the Canadian’s virtual corpse, leans down to a sitting position, hooks CIA’s arms around his knees, and wraps both of his hands around the chin of CIA, forcefully pulling back, creating a camel clutch!

 

King: “He’s tapping! He’s tapping! Ring the bell!”

Axis: “Not so fast Suicide, he hasn’t tapped just yet, but how much longer can he hold on to his one last strand of hope?”

 

CIA yelps out, grimacing in unbearable pain, as TNT cinches back on the hold one last time, tightening the maneuver to the point of CIA giving up! The Canadian Intelligence Agency raises a single arm up, ready to submit, and thrusts his arm down repeatedly on the…

 

*THWACK*

 

Frost comes out of nowhere (technically he came from just a few feet away, but it seemed like he came out of nowhere,) and cracks the wooden flagpole over the skull of Taylor Thompson! A glazed expression paints itself upon Taylor’s face, as he lifelessly topples to the mat! CIA, still attempting to recover from the travesty just committed upon his neck, barely manages to army crawl a few inches towards the explosive one, and lay his head atop TNT’s chest, now soaked in crimson from TNT’s robustly bleeding ear.

 

Kivell: “One! Two! Thr…”

 

Frost breaks up the count at two-point-nine, propelling his left elbow into the upper spinal column of CIA.

 

Axis: “Frost breaks up the count! You know, just a few weeks ago, Frost probably would have let that slide, and the match end. Back then, he didn’t seem to care about winning. But now the stakes are higher as Frost’s European title is on the line, and that title means the world to him.”

 

Frost grabs a handful of CIA’s black tights, and pulls the grappler away from the bloodied mess that is TNT. CIA grabs a set of ropes, and one by one, uses the multicolored bands as a ladder, aiding CIA to rise to his feet! Just as he manages to make it to his hands and knees however, Frost leans over, and pretzels his arms, forcing him into a cobra clutch!

 

Axis: “Cobra clutch!”

Edwin: “Didn’t TNT just use that move?”

Axis: “No that was CAMEL clutch.”

Edwin: “Sheesh. You and your moves named after animals.”

King: “He’s tapping!”

Axis: “King, his entire body is on the ropes.”

King: “…Oh yeah.”

 

Before CIA has time to tap, and before Mathew Kivell has time to break the hold, Frost jounces his opponent to his feet, and lumbers backwards, sending the Canadian toppling over his head! CIA’s cranium awkwardly bounces from the mat like a ping-pong ball…er…a ping-pong ball in a flashy Canadian themed getup that is. Meanwhile Taylor, who has rolled out of the ring to collect himself, sees this, and quickly ducks beneath the ring, rapidly searching for a…

 

King: “Why the hell did TNT just pull a dildo out from underneath the ring?”

Edwin: “It’s a bong you moron.”

Axis: “Actually, it’s a baseball bat…”

Edwin: “…”

King: “…”

Axis: “…”

Axis, Edwin, and King: “A BASEBALL BAT!?!?!”

 

TNT rolls the aluminum shaft under the bottom rope and into the ring, just as Frost covers CIA…

 

Kivell: “One!”

 

TNT uses the middle ring rope for leverage, heaving himself up onto the ring apron…

 

Kivell: “Two!”

 

TNT steps through the ring ropes…but finds himself caught onto something! Taylor turns his head to find Sydney Sky, who desperately grasps onto the end of his army-themed cargo pants! Taylor kicks away…

 

Kivell: “Thr…”

 

Taylor, realizing that he can’t make it into the ring in time, falls outside of the ring, casually landing on his feet. Thompson reaches an arm into the ring, barely grasping CIA’s foot. Taylor yanks on the Canadian’s leg, positioning it under the ring ropes, and forcing the referee to stop the count in the process! Frost abruptly propels himself from the mat, quickly rising to his feet. The angered snowman darts his eyes from side to side, searching for the culprit, when suddenly his gaze comes across Taylor Nicholas Thompson…

 

Axis: “The chase has begun!”

 

Taylor spots the lumbering mass that is Frost, and immediately sprints away. Sky grabs one of the hurriedly jogging Taylor’s arms, attempting to slow him, but Thompson quickly spins around, diverting his attention towards Sky! Taylor grabs his prized baseball bat from the inside of the ring, and dashes right after the scurrying Sky! Frost meanwhile, lumbers over the top rope and hops to the outside of the ring, where he uneasily pursues Taylor.

 

King: “Frost is chasing TNT who is chasing Sydney Sky! I’m confused!”

 

As CIA still is regaining consciousness inside the ring, Frost, TNT, and Sky circle the ring a full three times. Just as TNT is in jumping distance of Sydney, she thinks fast, as she bails to the inside of the ring, where CIA has managed to ease his way up to a standing position. Taylor follows the Riot Girl, but CIA catches him in an improvised front facelock! TNT drops his aluminum baseball bat, constantly attempting to wriggle out of the hold, but to no avail. CIA falls to his back, plunging Taylor’s face into the mat, and onto his own baseball bat!

 

King: “The stroke!”

Edwin: “Downward spiral!”

King: “The Edge-ecutioner!”

Edwin: “The Edge-o-matic!”

King: “The Edge-aculator!”

Axis: “Actually he just calls it the Via Rail.”

 

CIA rolls to his side, where he gains a quick breather, and then rotates over to TNT, where he barely administrates the hooking of Thompson’s leg…

 

Kivell: “One! Two!”

 

Frost breaks up the count at 2 347/1892nd’s as he drops a quick falling elbow to the chest of CIA. All three men lay on the mat in exhaustion, constantly attempting to regain consciousness. Both Frost and CIA work their way up to their feet, as they exchange weak and unmotivated jabs in the center of the ring. Frost quickly snaps back into his usual self however, leaning backwards and thrusting his clenched fist forward, plunging it into the chest of CIA!

 

Axis: “Touch of Frost!”

 

CIA stumbles back towards the outside of the ring, where he accidentally pretzels his neck in between a pair of ring ropes!

 

Axis: “CIA appears to be…trying to hang himself.”

 

Frost leans over to untangle the Canadian technician, as suddenly his closely cropped hair is yanked to the side of the ring, where he finds himself trapped in a standing head scissors! TNT hooks Frost’s arms, looking for Dynamite, but is sent toppling to the mat once more by Sydney Sky, who urgently tugs on his left foot! Frost stumbles backwards, plopping onto his humongous buttocks in the center of the ring, as Thompson once again grabs his bat, and persistently gallops at the Riot Girl! This time only one loop around the outskirts of the ring is completed, as both grapplers slide into the ring! Thompson makes a desperation dive at Syd, jerking her down to the mat by her long, streaming hair, as he tightens his grip on the metal baseball bat…

 

Axis: “Don’t do it Taylor!”

 

Thompson mechanically raises the bat above his head…

 

Sky: “FROSTY!”

Frost: “No!”

 

Frost leaps in front of the swinging baseball bat, intercepting its path of destruction!

 

*CRACK*

 

The bat smashes over Frost’s skull as blood immediately begins pumping from his forehead. Frost limply falls to the mat, as Thompson makes the mandatory cover…

 

Kivell: “One!”

Axis: “Frost sacrificed himself for the good of Sydney!”

 

Sky rolls out of the ring, not realizing what is happening, as she remains confused from the initial fright caused by TNT.

 

Kivell: “Two!”

King: “We have a new champ from Europe!”

Edwin: “He’s not from Europe.”

King: “Or is he?”

Edwin: “No, he’s not.”

King: “Shut up.”

 

CIA finds himself a mere yard away from the train wreck that is TNT, Frost, and a baseball bat, but as much as he tugs his way out of the ring ropes in which he is tangled in, the tighter they cinch around his pained neck.

 

Kivell: “Three!”

 

*** DING DING DING ***

 

The once lifeless Thompson immediately springs to life, and kips up, both arms raised in the air, letting out a thunderous “KABOOM!” all while being riddled with the audience’s vocal boos, as well as their literal alcoholic booze.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout and the NEW (boos) SJL EUROPEAN CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…’TNT’ TAYLOR NICHOLAS THOMPSON!!!”

 

AC/DC’s “TNT” blares from the loudspeakers immediately following this announcement, signaling a TNT victory. Funyon cautiously hands Thompson the championship belt, as Taylor grasps the belt in his arms, hugging it while a mixture of blood, sweat, and tears stream down his beaming face. Thompson takes possession of a nearby microphone, barely managing to spout out a few incoherent slurs into it.

 

TNT: “You will watch me win. You will watch me lose. But you ALWAYS watch me…EXPLODE!!!”

 

An actual mild pop erupts from TNT’s cult fans, but their ill-fated “T-N-T” chants are drowned out by the general sound of disappointment.

 

Axis: “Frost had to choose between the two greatest loves of his life, and sided with his sweet Sydney Sky in the end!”

King: “How sick.”

Edwin: “Yeah dawg.”

King (angrily glaring at Eddie Mac): “…”

Axis: “Now King you must subdue you anger, you must…”

King: “DIE!”

 

As King pounces upon the helpless Edwin, rapidly delivering a flurry of punches to his forehead, the camera cuts to the ringside area, where CIA has escaped the ring ropes of impending doom, and is sulking back to his dressing room, followed by a few “C-I-A” chants of encouragement. Frost meanwhile, leans against a turnbuckle for support as he lifts himself to his feet, and Sky rushes into the ring to support him. Sydney outreaches a single hand to show her sympathy, but Frost bitterly withdraws. Frost glances around, realizing what has happened, but his eyes stop dead on Sydney. A glint of hatred streaks through his eyes, but it is soon replaced by his irreplaceable love for the Riot Girl. Frost outreaches a hand, and helps Sky onto his back, as he triumphantly marches out of the arena with Sydney sitting on one of his shoulders (Savage-Elizabeth style,) a hint of disappointment and anger flowing throughout all of his mannerisms.

 

Axis: “What a match! TNT is our new champ, so snooch snooch snooch, we’ll be back in a noonch!”

 

Voiceover: “And don’t forget, this episode of SJL Wrath has been brought to you by Cow Dung Flavored Altoids!”

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I'll jump on this.

 

I want some more specific feedback on my last two promos, i.e. Violator parts I and II. I've gotten some, but it's mostly "I really like where this is headed, but I don't totally know what's going on."

 

I suppose they're a bit vague for now.

 

Actually, what I really want is just evidence that more than 6 people read the second part. I'm starting to drop hints, and while I'm not trying to be an egomaniac and say "YOU MUST LISTEN TO MEEE," if you guys *do* want to follow along, now's the time to get on board.

 

And...that's all. Back to reading Storm.

[Guest -Cutthroat-]

Give me feed back on my STATS!!!

 

 

"The Extreme One" Cutthroat

 

Wrestler Name: Cutthroat

Real Name: Blaine Chase

Nick Name: "The Extreme One"

Height: 6'2

Weight: 214 lbs.

Hometown: Greenwich, Connecticut

Age: 23

Face/Heel: Face

Stable: None

Weapon(s): Steel Chair, Ladder

Quote(s):

"Shit happens, whatcha gonna do about it?"

"Let's...get...ROLLN'!!"

"You may beat me but I'll kick you ass!"

Escort: None

Allies/Friends: Clair, Fans, ...

Enemies/Rivals: Mike Van Siclen, The Dark Reaper, sWo

Tag Partner: Kojack, C.I.A., Optional

Music: "Whatever”: by Our Lady Peace

 

Looks: Cutthroat is popular among the ladies. His body is built with a fit definition; fine looking arms, abs, back, legs, ex cetera. However, Cutthroat is skinny like Jeff of Matt Hardy. What makes up Cutthroat's face is his dark, dark blond hair, which is a little bit short and looks somewhat like David Flair's hairstyle. His skin color is normal white like most peoples. He also has big, blue, cute eyes; this is biggest reason why the ladies adore him so very much.

 

Wrestling Attire: Cutthroat wears a black string necklace with a real shark tooth at the end, dark blue swishy pants; in the center on the left and right side of the pant legs is a skull design. The skull has two red dot eyes, a crack in the right corner, it has saber tooth tiger fangs, and gives an intimidating look. Next, two white lines run down the side of the right and left pant leg and goes thru the skull design and all the way from top to bottom. (Like The Rock’s pants.) He also wears black elbow pads, and knee braces. Finally, Cutthroat wears sleek silver sunglasses with an orange unbuttoned, shirt with a cool looking dragon design on it to the ring. All the same for his causal attire, but wears a white t-shirt under the orange one. Sometimes he'll just wear an America, tank top or skate shirt.

 

 

Ring Entrance: There is an instantaneous blackout through out the entire arena with an electric sound and then a pause; only the light rhythms of a song can be heard. Then, a single blue pryo shoots strait down from the ceiling and hits the entrance area with a small bam of blue proy and all the lights slowly flash a blue and white, and it paints the entire arena in a wonderful steel blue, as a thunderclap echoes through the arena which segues into Our Lady Peace’s “Whatever” blasting through the speakers and rocking the arena to it’s very core. Then Cutthroat pulls back the curtain to meet the millions of earth shattering cheers, yell, wooos, and many other rants and other sounds along with them, all coming from his millions of Cutthroatholics as the lights flash in rhythm with the music. Funyon announces the combatant of the match; “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, now making his way to the ring hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 214 pounds, Cutthroat!!” Cutthroat makes his way down the ramp like Matt Hardy. He slows down and curves over the barrier to slap the hands of the lucky enough audience members. Cutthroat slides into the ring and does his ritual; he jumps up onto the second rope, and throws his arms up into the air and absorbs all the cheers from his million of Cutthroatholics. Then he tosses his orange unbuttoned shirt with a dragon design onto the turnbuckle and throws his sleek sunglasses out into the crowd for one luck person to snatch.

 

 

Stats:

 

Strength: 2 (4)

Speed: 8 (10)

Vitality: 2 (5)

Charisma: 7 (9)

 

Fighting Style: Cutthroat is mostly "High-Flying" and "Technical", and extremely nimble, but he dose have a bit of the Martial-Arts in him and he will sometimes cheat, he also is a bit of a "street fighter" and he can be quite ruthless some times too, and he's one hell of a puncher and likes punching a bit. Cutthroat's fighting style is pretty much anything athletic. He doesn't use his power often unless he really has to. What makes up for Cutthroat's lack of vitality and ability to last longer is the vitality that he gets from his million of Cutthroatholics, and from his fighting style; witch helps him finish off opponents quickly and/or easily. But that rule doesn’t apply at all if Cutthroat's opponent has gotten the high upper hand over Cutthroat. Overall, the only thing that can truly describe Cutthroats fighting style is unorthodox. So yes, Cutthroat can control the whole match but lose in the end.

 

 

Signature Moves:

 

1) Razor Punch -A very strong, inverted, high speed, high impact, uppercut.

2) Shooting Star Press

3) Flip Dropkick

4) Mac Stunner

5) Razor Elbow Drop -A Shooting Star Elbow Drop, Shooting Star Press into an Elbow Drop.

6) Leg Scissors Choke/Sleeper (This ALWAYS gets the job done no-matter what. Used rarely...)

 

Common Moves:

 

01) Snap Suplex

02) Roundhouse Kick

03) Inverted DDT

04) Split Leged Moonsault

05) Sleeper Drop

06) CDT -It's a quick Implant DDT but it starts out as a Reverse Inverted Brainbuster.

07) Double Arm DDT

08) Belly to Belly Suplex

09) Spinning Back Kick

10) Axe Kick

11) Snap Powerbomb (a.k.a. Sideswipe Powerbomb)

12) Springboard Back Kick

13) Shuffle Sidekick

14) Rolling Thunder (Rob Van Dam's)

15) Sit-out Jawbreaker

16) Superkick

 

Un-Common Moves:

 

1) Spear

2) Asai Moonsault

3) Full Nelson

4) Eye Poke

5) Sleeper Hold

6) Back Bodytoss

 

Rare Moves:

 

1) Diamond Dust

2) 540* Splash

3) Baseball Slide

4) Vertebreaker

5) Cold Steel- If and when the opponent is holding a chair up, Cutthroat will instantaneously kick the chair some way (usually with a Roundhouse, Hook, or Karate Kick,) and then the chair will smack the opponent right in his or her face, nice and hard. It can also be done with a trashcan, ring bell, fire extinguisher, steel steps, etc. and it can be done off the top of the ropes/turnbuckle as well. -(Hardcore/No DQ/Ref Ain't Lookn' Only) (Hardcore Finisher)

 

 

Tag Team Moves/Finishers:

1.) Tag Team Slam: Tag partner one will hold the opponent in a Full Nelson. Then tag partner two (Cutthroat) will get on the top turnbuckle and give the opponent a Missile Dropkick to the head or gut. The tag partner one will do a Full Nelson Suplex with a bridge pin and one, two, three.

2.) Double CDT

3.) High Angle Neckbreaker Backdrop

4.) Double Armdrag

5.) Double Suplex

 

 

Finishers:

1.) Twizter: It is basically a Jump Swing DDT. Cutthroat hops onto his opponent's shoulder, swing around fast, and then slam him or her into a hard DDT into the mat or anywhere else in the world. It is extremely hard for opponents to counter or reverse this move in any way. In Hardcore matches Cutthroat likes to do this move into a steel chair, ladder, ring bell, or table/announcer's table.

 

2.) Backflip: It’s a super, mega, wowe, supercool, ultimate, Backflip. We’re talking BIG, BIG air!!! And the best thing about this move is that if Cutthroat catches the opponent rolling out of the way Cutthroat can land flat on his feet, but he will rarely be able to pull that off unless his opponent really advertises himself evading the move as he rolls himself or herself out of the way… MEGA AIR!!!

 

 

Notes: Cutthroat is one of the most popular men in the SJL. Cutthroat fights very rough against his opponents. He likes to win matches by TKOs (count outs) but will still try for a pin when the opportunity comes. Cutthroat is one of the wrestlers that adore his fans, and will always go to fan signings. Cutthroat also won't hesitate to cheat sometimes. Cutthroat isn't very strong but he can throw one hell of a punch (Razor Punch.) He'll like to use punches and kicks most of the time. His puches and kicks are fatial.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Stats:

 

Strength: 7 (4)

Speed: 8 (10)

Vitality: 2 (5)

Charisma: 7 (9)

First off, I'm not sure what the parenthesis mean, but I DO know that your points go over the limit of 20. Fucktard.

[Guest -Cutthroat-]

Whoops I don't know how that got there.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

2.) Backflip: It’s a super, mega, wowe, supercool, ultimate, Backflip. We’re talking BIG, BIG air!!! And the best thing about this move is that if Cutthroat catches the opponent rolling out of the way Cutthroat can land flat on his feet, but he will rarely be able to pull that off unless his opponent really advertises himself evading the move as he rolls himself or herself out of the way… MEGA AIR!!!

You COULD just say "moonsault."

[Guest SupaTaft]

You should really take away those numbers in parenthesis, insinuating what you really want them to be. Just write beside them, what you mean by the number. Like for your speed three write next to it "Extremely agile, like a luchador." or something.

 

I'm pretty sure that not many people would turn down the chance to up their stats if given the opportunity.

[Guest Ace309]

must... not... mock....

 

must... be... constructive....

 

Cutthroat... First of all, it seems like your moveset is really all over the place. What it looks like to me is that you just picked a lot of moves that you like and stuck them all in your moveset. The end result is a weird amalgamation of a lot of different styles, and it's kind of icky. I'd advise that you tone the highspots down just a bit and add some more powerful mat-based moves to give you a legitimate reason to be able to execute your high moves.

 

Signature Moves:

 

1) Razor Punch -A very strong, inverted, high speed, high impact, uppercut.

 

Too many adjectives here (it's a case of We Get The Point), and what the hell is an inverted uppercut? A punch is hard to sell as being extremely powerful. Go for a more devastating move in its place, perhaps an Asai back elbow (bounce off the middle of the second rope and jump backwards, hit with the elbow).

 

2) Shooting Star Press

 

Okay, but this gets redundant. Why would you go for the plain old SSP when you can do the Razor Elbow? I'd delete this one.

 

3) Flip Dropkick

 

I'm not sure what that is, but it sounds like unnecessary flip-floppery. I assume you mean a somersault into a kick to the face. I'd say, steal a page from Shinjiro Ohtani and change this to Springboard Somersault Leg Lariat - spring off the top strand, somersault and as you flip over, whip the guy in the head with your heels.

 

4) Mac Stunner

 

Don't know this one, either.

 

5) Razor Elbow Drop -A Shooting Star Elbow Drop, Shooting Star Press into an Elbow Drop.

 

Actually a pretty cool move. I'd keep this one.

 

6) Leg Scissors Choke/Sleeper (This ALWAYS gets the job done no-matter what. Used rarely...)

 

Well, a lot of guys use the triangle choke (which I assume is more or less this) as a fatigue move, not a finisher. Also, it doesn't fit your style at all. I say delete it, or move it into the Rare Moves section.

 

Common Moves:

 

01) Snap Suplex

02) Roundhouse Kick

03) Inverted DDT

 

All solid moves, but the inverted DDT seems out of place.

 

04) Split Leged Moonsault

 

Should never be a "common move." Its power is in the Oh Shit factor™.

 

05) Sleeper Drop

 

Where did this come from? Completely out of nowhere. I say delete it.

 

06) CDT -It's a quick Implant DDT but it starts out as a Reverse Inverted Brainbuster.

 

Reverse inverted brainbuster negates itself, so you either end up with an implant DDT or an implant inverted DDT.

 

07) Double Arm DDT

 

The DDTs are starting to get a little redundant. Either use one, or make them the focus (like Christian's moveset).

 

08) Belly to Belly Suplex

09) Spinning Back Kick

10) Axe Kick

 

Solid, but the belly-to-belly seems a little iffy. Again, it doesn't really fit the style.

 

11) Snap Powerbomb (a.k.a. Sideswipe Powerbomb)

 

See Belly To Belly.

 

12) Springboard Back Kick

13) Shuffle Sidekick

14) Rolling Thunder (Rob Van Dam's)

15) Sit-out Jawbreaker

16) Superkick

 

Solid.

 

Un-Common Moves:

 

No need for these.

 

Rare Moves:

 

1) Diamond Dust

 

Trendy, but if you're going to use it, make it a markout spot. I say make it a finisher.

 

2) 540* Splash

 

540 degrees would be falling straight down, upside down, and impacting with the top of your head. I assume you mean a 450, and either way it's redundant.

 

3) Baseball Slide

 

Make this a common move.

 

4) Vertebreaker

 

DELETE.

 

5) Cold Steel- If and when the opponent is holding a chair up,

Cutthroat will instantaneously kick the chair some way (usually with a Roundhouse, Hook, or Karate Kick,) and then the chair will smack the opponent right in his or her face, nice and hard. It can also be done with a trashcan, ring bell, fire extinguisher, steel steps, etc. and it can be done off the top of the ropes/turnbuckle as well. -(Hardcore/No DQ/Ref Ain't Lookn' Only) (Hardcore Finisher)

 

So it's a Van Daminator. Just write that in the description, please.

 

Finishers:

1.) Twizter: It is basically a Jump Swing DDT. Cutthroat hops onto his opponent's shoulder, swing around fast, and then slam him or her into a hard DDT into the mat or anywhere else in the world. It is extremely hard for opponents to counter or reverse this move in any way. In Hardcore matches Cutthroat likes to do this move into a steel chair, ladder, ring bell, or table/announcer's table.

 

2.) Backflip: It’s a super, mega, wowe, supercool, ultimate, Backflip. We’re talking BIG, BIG air!!! And the best thing about this move is that if Cutthroat catches the opponent rolling out of the way Cutthroat can land flat on his feet, but he will rarely be able to pull that off unless his opponent really advertises himself evading the move as he rolls himself or herself out of the way… MEGA AIR!!!

 

Neither of these are really finisher-strength. I say go with the Diamond Dust and the Razor Elbow as your finishers. As for your moves as a whole, I say cut it down to kicks, a few high spots and DDT variants. It focuses you a little more, gives you some moves for each stage of the match and gives you credible moves for making transitions. Also, it gives you an easy way for the opponent to take control - kicks and highspots are easy to dodge, and DDTs can be countered with a backdrop.

 

Also, you seem to write the character as the top face in the company. Please be a bit more realistic. Write him as popular, but do you see the pop that, say, Spike Dudley gets, as opposed to the pop that the Rock would get? Right now, you're Spike, and Edwin is the Rock.

 

I hope you take this all constructively and not as me being insulting, and I think it'll help your writing.

 

 

 

EDIT: Yes, the coding's fucked up.

[Guest SupaTaft]

No. I write myself as the top face in the company. Well... at least in the JL. The big dogs in the WF would eat me though...

[Guest Ace309]

And Taft inadvertantly helps my point, despite the fact that I'm apparently too stupid to code properly and too frustrated to fix it. Damn you, boards, damn you.

 

The point is that, no matter what you write yourself as, it's NOT GOING TO CHANGE YOUR STANDING. It looks a bit ridiculous to have the TV Champion or a curtain jerker writing himself as the most popular man in the fed. Just take your spot on the card, embellish a bit if you like, but you can't push yourself up the card by writing fan reactions.

[Guest -Cutthroat-]

Thankz Tom, I'm gonna take most of your pointers here, once again thanks. But I'm still gonna' keep my Jump Swing DDT and Backflip. I like em' plus there's nothing better than a slam on you head, besides its really the same thing as a Tornado DDT.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Thankz Tom, I'm gonna take most of your pointers here, once again thanks. But I'm still gonna' keep my Jump Swing DDT and Backflip. I like em' plus there's nothing better than a slam on you head, besides its really the same thing as a Tornado DDT.

See, the problem is that both of those moves are in just about EVERY high-flyer's REGULAR moveset. So booya.

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

Thankz Tom, I'm gonna take most of your pointers here, once again thanks. But I'm still gonna' keep my Jump Swing DDT and Backflip. I like em' plus there's nothing better than a slam on you head, besides its really the same thing as a Tornado DDT.

See, the problem is that both of those moves are in just about EVERY high-flyer's REGULAR moveset. So booya.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DDT Rules Cutthroat

[Guest -Cutthroat-]

WELL THEN GO TELL RVD THAT HIS FUCKING FROG SPLASH SUCKS, TNT!!

 

Wait, I think I'll just change it...

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

What the hell are you talking about?

[Guest -Cutthroat-]

Wait, wait, wait...

 

 

...wait...

 

 

What am I going to but in the Twizter and Backflip's place?

[Guest Ace309]

Like I said, use the Diamond Dust, or some variant. Call it the Throat Slit or something. And the Razor Elbow is really a finisher-level move.

[Guest Renegade]

Tag Partner: Kojack, C.I.A., Optional

Uh why have you put CIA as a tag partner?

 

Notes: Cutthroat is one of the most popular men in the SJL.  

 

Well...i dunno that just cracks me up.

[Guest Ironman]

Every flyer having those would make it easier to write... but that's just me.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Dude, RVD is the most popular man in the WWE and he is in, more or less, the same place as Thor. Think about it.

 

WWE IC title = sort of in the middle of SJL TV-Euro title.

 

Oh yeah, nobody is as popular as I write myself to be!

 

Well, you gotta understand where I'm coming from here. I came from a little bitty E-Fed on a forum where they made me a mod. I was the top guy in the company immediately and won the championship very quickly. That E-Fed, as small as it was, was the thing that got Thor started. I was the main man there and the best RP'er. Granted I never wrote a match, the guy who ran the E-Fed wrote them, and they were about 600 words long. I reigned supreme until nobody came there any more and Ash showed me this place.

 

So, in my mind, I was hot shit... until I got here. See here, its a whole different game. You have to earn your respect through writing your matches, and developing your character yourself. Now, I consider myself to be a decent writer and I have a unique character so I can move up the ranks at a decent pace. So I felt that by writing my character as a highly popular wrestler, that I was preparing myself for greatness, so to speak. Besides, there has to be popular characters and unpopular characters to make the fed seem realistic.

 

In short, the world needs jobbers. Thank you, and goodnight.

 

Writing myself to be the most popular character in the SJL, one Rolling Thunder at a time.

-Taft

[Guest Ace309]

So, we can all be the most over person in the company?

 

... or just you, because you said so?

 

Sorry. RVD's over in WWE, and he's being held down. I agree. However, WWE politics aren't kosher here. My theory on overness in the e-fed is that, aside from some angle that's dependent on someone's popularity (jealous tag partner, etc), you're over proportionate to your position on the card. Otherwise, we run into situations where everybody and their brother are claiming to be the top face in the company, regardless of how over they actually are.

 

The bookers place characters on the card where they are for a reason. Like it or not, you don't control how over you are, so don't try to change it through anything except your matches and your promos.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Now thats where I see things just a little differently. Yes, you could write yourself as the top face in the company if you wanted, and still write horrible matches. But no matter what is holding RVD down, he is still the most popular man in the WWE, and is still working from the position he's giving. He is still wrestling IC title matches even though he's overly capable of writing World title matches. He still works from his position on the card.

 

Now from the way I see it, Thor is mid-card to upper-midcard. Both from his angles and from my writing. I held myself down by not choosing to win the Euro, but I don't feel that anybody put me in my place on the card but me. Had I won the Euro I wouldn't really have been any higher on the card than I am now. The Euro champ is even wrestling under Thor (not to knock on T-Bone at all) but I don't think that matters in the eyes of the "fans".

 

Now you see, I don't think that Thor would be able to perform as well if the fans didn't react so well to him. I write spots where the fans energy pumps him up so that he wrestles better than usual. If Thor were any less popular with the fans he would be wrestling Cutthroat for all of eternity. But in any case, my position on the card changes week to week. One event I'll be jerking the curtain and the next one I'm wrestling almost main event.

 

I don't think I'm being held down at all. I think the CC felt where I wanted Thor to go and put him where the "fans" wanted to see him on the card. They do a good job of mixing "fan" response with writing skill. So I am mid to upper card. I like that, but soon enough I will move up. No hurry though, because like RVD I can turn out great matches from whatever place I'm given on the card.

 

BTW Please don't confuse my views for the views of my character. And don't let my twisted views confuse your oppinion of Thor or my writing ability. Thank you and good night... again.

[Guest HollywoodSpikeJenkins]

I think its safe to say....

 

 

Thor...SHUT THE FUCK UP. You are not the top face in the company. You are a lowly lower midcarder. So shut yer yap.

 

- 'Hollywood' Spike 'Wants Thor to Shut the Fuck Up' Jenkins

[Guest Ironman]

Think if this community as your fans. We mark for Eddie for his writing and for his OOC self.

 

We, however, umm... must put this nicely... what is that word.......

 

Ah yes, *don't* mark so much for you. You've done some good promos with that character and I've read like two or three of your matches which wasn't bad, *but* you do not contend with the top... plus you're common-sense-lacking post KILLS most everything you've got going your you.

 

RVD is a mark-out-moment-maker because of his in-ring stuff. He has some hot moves and that gives a pretty big fan-base.

 

You seem to think you are some hot shit but aren't so spectacular. Fair matches, yes, but it's something have to force myself to finish reading sometimes.

 

Think of it like this:

RVD Match: I can watch through (depending on opponents)

Bradshaw Match: I can watch (depending on if he's going to KILL~! the fuck out of another foo with that Clothesline)

 

Now, RVD is normally a good match but Bradshaw only has a good spot here or (a few years later) there.

 

Edwin-written match: I can read through, good stuff if he's in his groove.

Th0r~! match: The "I'm skimming the whole show so I might as well check this one too" match, but there are some bits of goodness in there if you look hard enough. It's like eating shitty ice cream with Oreos. You've got to get knee-deep in the crap to get any goodness and even then it’s not all that much.

 

Sorry, but you set yourself up for it.

 

Oh and I know you can say my opinion means jack but take this like a “fans” perspective.

[Guest Ironman]

I should've just quoted Spike. It would've saved me a few minutes time.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Eh. I edited the name of the thread because the title didn't really apply anymore. I think this makes more sense.

 

I'll weigh in on this 'declaring your overness' thing.

 

You can write yourself as over as you want, but be reasonable. Even in his current position, Thor isn't going to be as over as Renegade or CIA, guys who are taking control of the main event. Particularly since Thor's natural charisma stats isn't so high...he doesn't exactly electrify the crowd with promos.

 

I mean, you can do whatever you want, but realize that if you go too far and bill yourself as the top face while you're still working your way up the card (and you are working your way up, don't get me wrong), people won't take your claims too seriously.

 

And that's my brainspill.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

How over am I?

 

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I'd put you about even with Farooq.

 

I mean, the characters are so alike, it's almost hard not to.

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Cutthroat can't spell worth shit.