Losing matches

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Well, I'am very disappointed that my match lost, since I put countless hours that should have been devoted to homework on it. I really don't see how it could have been any better. I even used the damn *** to fool people upon a first glance, on who won. It seems that matches I'am not happy with and rush, usually win. And the matches I'am proud of and bust my ass on always loss. Comments are welcome, especially from King. I'am really trying here.

 

*** The anxious fans feel the arena with echoing chatter as they await the next match of the night. The fans start to make some noise, when Funyon appears in the ring with mic in hand.***

 

Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a non title match. Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky and weighing in at 238 pounds......DANNY WILLIAMS!

 

***The gentle melody of In Flame's "The Jester's Dance" plays over the loud speakers, triggering some jeers from the crowd. Williams emerges from the locker room during the harmonic gutiar lead about forty seconds in. Williams takes his time, as he very slowly walks down to the ring like he has all the time in the world. Getting the idea it may take all night for Williams to enter the ring, the impatient fans begin to violently taunt and "boo" him. After nearly two minutes, Williams finally steps into the ring and begins warming up.***

 

Stevens: Sure is taking his sweat time.

 

Riley: Williams moves slow, because he doesn’t have to move for anyone.

 

Stevens: You stole that line from Godfellas.

 

Funyon: and his opponent, hailing from Muenchen, Germany and weighing in at 223 pounds.....HE IS YOUR U.S. CHAMPION.....TOD DEKINDESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

 

***'I Am Hated' by Slipknot. Smoke starts to fill the entrance way as blinding strobe lights fill the arena. Tod powerwalks out, clad in his trenchcoat and shades, and stops under the Smarktron to throw random looks at the crowd. He walks down the ramp with confidence in his steps, slides under the bottom rope, climbs a second turnbuckle and lets out a mighty roar to the fans. He removes his trench and shades and warms up in the ropes.***

 

Riley: There he is, the dirtiest player in the game. The only reason he has that damn belt, is because of a low blow.

 

Stevens: Interesting to note that Tod is still wearing a knee brace on his left leg.

 

Riley: He’s just trying to gain sympathy from these ignorant fans. Probably looking for another excuse to lose. I guess the “non title” stipulation isn’t enough.

 

Stevens: I don’t know about that, but these two do have quite the history. Trading wins and loses several times back in the SJL.

 

Riley: Well that was a long time ago, and this is the SWF! Williams has done nothing but improve, while Tod has just been leaching off his loser XF9 stablemates. Besides, Tod isn’t even in Williams’ weight class anymore.

 

 

***DING! DING! DING! The fans clap as Williams and Tod step out of their corners, and meet toe to toe in the center of the ring. Williams is breathing very heavily through his nose like a bull, given his massive frame the illusion of swelling larger and larger with each breath he takes. However, Tod’s emotions are hidden behind his long black bangs, though he doesn’t appear to be intimidated by Williams’ monstrous roid freak appearance. ***

 

Riley: I bet you Tod is pissing his tights, right now. Look at the size of Williams, he’s cut like a Greek God.

 

Stevens: Is M7 sure that Strangler is the only guy they want to send to rehab?

 

***After some stalling, the two grapplers finally lock up in a collar elbow tie up. The fans applaud as Tod some how gains the advantage with a wristlock. Tod attempts to twist Williams’ arm into an Arm Wringer, but Williams stubbornly holds his arm in place. Tod starts pouring sweat, and his pecs and triceps start to violently twitch as he strains to execute the simple move. Williams just smiles at Tod and shakes his head at him.***

 

Riley: Look at the power of Williams! Tod can’t even give him an Arm Wringer.

 

Stevens: Tod must still be fatigued from his grueling matches with Tom.

 

Riley: Damn Stevens, your already making excuses for Tod and he hasn’t even lost yet.

 

***Despite not getting anywhere, Tod doesn’t give up and continues to strain his heart out. Williams has enough, and just jams the toe of his boot into Tod’s knee brace! “Dah!” cries out Tod, before releasing Williams’ arm and clutching his sore knee. Some audience members lower their thumbs in disapproval, while shouting some colorful insults at Williams. ***

 

Stevens: Williams showing Tod that he won’t hesitate to go after his injured knee.

 

Riley: Well what can Tod expect? That big knee brace is like a bulls eye just begging to be hit.

 

***Williams flexes his gigantic biceps at the all ready pissed crowd, sparking a brief “Stair-roid!” chant. Tod flips his hair back, revealing a very angry expression on his face. Williams just smirks, and motions for him to do something about it. Tod rushes Williams, and smacks his chest with a stiff Knife Edge Chop! Smack! “WOOOOOOO!” More annoyed than hurt, Williams fires back with a Chop of his own! SMACK! Tod staggers back, but steps back up and fires another Chop! Smack! “WOOOOOOOOOO!” Williams growls and hammers Tod’s chest with an insanely super stiff Chop, that sends sweat flying into the laps of the front roll fans! SMACK! A stunned Tod collapses to one knee, clutching his blood red chest.***

 

Steven: Ouch, I can’t believe how hard these guys are hitting each other.

 

Riley: What! I’ve never hit on another guy before, who ever told you that is lying!

 

***Williams raises his arms in victory as the fans shout profanity laced comments at him. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” roars Tod as he stands back up, shaking with rage. Williams’ confident smirk turns into a look of disbelief. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Tod unloads a fury of haymakers to Williams’ abs, backing him into the ropes. The crowd comes back to life with some whistles and cheers.***

 

Stevens: It seems like those body blows are really hurting Williams, maybe Tod has found a weak point.

 

Riley: Closed fist punches is everybody’s weakness, that’s why they’re illegal and Tod should be D.Q.ed.

 

***Tod shoots Williams off the ropes with an Irishwhip, and takes position in the center of the ring. Tod catches Williams right in the gut with a dropkick! “Umph!” spits out Williams, before crumbling to the mat. Tod flinches and stretches his knee a few times before painfully standing back up. Williams curls up in the fetal position, coughing for air. Careful not to bend his left knee, Tod walks over to Williams and pulls him up with a front facelock. Tod sets up Williams for a Suplex, and lifts! But Williams grapevines his leg, blocking the attempt. Tod lets go of Williams’ tights, and rams his fist into Williams’ gut! An out of breath, Williams collapses to one knee and starts gagging.***

 

Riley: Another closed fist punch! Damn these biased officials!

 

***Tod just pulls Williams back up by his tights, and snaps back! THUMP!***

 

Stevens: SNAP SUPLEX! Perhaps will see the Sarah Sequence.

 

Riley: Sarah’s what?

 

***Tod keeps his grip, and pulls Williams back up. Tod slams Williams body first to the mat with the Front Suplex, and jerks him up yet again! This time, Tod Suplexes Williams on to the top rope to complete the Sarah Sequence! Tod grabs his knee and collapses, while the fans show their appreciation with a standing ovation.***

 

Stevens: It looks like Tod’s knee is still bothering him, he hasn’t been 100% since Tom Flesher’s cowardly attempt to end his career.

 

Riley: And I’am sure a tope rope Cerebral Driver was a brave attempt to save Tom’s career.

 

Stevens: Well at least it was during a sanctioned match, and it was a Spirit Breaker by the way.

 

***Williams dangles for a few seconds on the top rope, before dropping down to the floor. Soapdish kneels down with Tod, and starts questioning him about his knee. Not wanting to quit, Tod just shrugs Soapdish off. Tod hobbles to his feet, and takes position by the ropes. Williams climbs to his feet, and looks up to a see a blur of light that is Tod springboarding out of the ring at him! THUMP! Tod squashes Williams into the floor with a Flying Body Press! The pumped up fans begin to chant “DE-KIN-DES!” at the top of their lungs.***

 

Stevens: What a Pescado! Tod is not letting that bad knee slow him down.

 

***Tod rolls off Williams, and pulls himself up with the ring apron. Tod doesn’t put any weight on his leg now, as he hops on one leg. Tod pulls Williams up by his tights and rolls him into the ring. Tod climbs on to the apron, and pauses like he is going to perform a springboard move. Tod looks down at his knee brace, and climbs into the ring with a sigh.***

 

Riley: Spoke to soon, Stevens. It looks Tod is going to chicken out, and not attempt his signature Springboard Dropkick.

 

***Tod hobbles over to Williams, and traps him in the Pumphandle position as he gets up! The fans literally jump out of their seats. ***

 

Stevens: Tod knows his leg doesn’t have much left, so he’s going to try to end the match right now, with the SPIRIT BREAKERAH!

 

Riley: It’s a Cerebral Driver, you idiot.

 

Stevens: No, that’s the Suplex/Neckbreaker.

 

***Tod flips Williams up for the Michkicho Driver! Tod suddenly cries out in pain and loses his grip, allowing Williams to slide over his shoulder and land on his feet. Tod instinctively grabs his knee, not paying any attention to what’s going on behind him. Williams bounces off the ropes, and takes Tod down with a Knee Clip! Tod’s leg gives out, and he collapses in hellaish pain. The crowd quiets down into soft murmurs. Williams grabs Tod’s leg, and gives him two straight ring shaking Knee Stomps. Tod’s face contorts with agony, while he spits out curses in German. Williams rolls Tod over on his back, and casually tucks Tod’s boot under his armpit. “HUUUUUUUUUR” groans Williams as he attempts to roll Tod back over for the Single Leg Crab! Tod claws and digs his nails in the mat, doing everything in his power to stay on his back. Williams gets frustrated quickly, and just drops an elbow on his knee, than another, than another, than another, than another, than another..........***

 

Riley: Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

 

Stevens: Is that really necessary?

 

Riley: Shut up, I’am enjoying this.

 

***Completely soaked in sweat and out of breath, Williams finally ceases the assault after about twenty elbows. Tod is in so much pain he can’t even scream, let alone fight back. Williams finally rolls Tod over on his belly, and sits back for the Single Leg Crab. Tod buries his face in his hands, trying to block out the numbing pain in his knee. Williams uses his free hand to flip off the crowd, resulting in a few empty beer cups being thrown in the ring. One full beer cup smacks Williams in the back of the head, but he just ignores it. A “DANNY’S AN ASSHOLE!” chant breaks out somewhere in the back, and the rest of the crowd catches on. Williams elevates the crab, leaning back so far that Tod is practically doing a hand stand. Tod’s screams manages to drown out the fan’s profane chant. ***

 

Stevens: Williams really adding torque to that Single Leg Crab, I can’t imagine the pain that Tod must be in right now.

 

Riley: Cause you would have already tapped by now.

 

Stevens: Indeed, this is a non title match. As much as I hate to admit it, the smartest thing for Tod to do, is tap out and save his knee for another match.

 

Riley: Yeah, but when was the last time Tod did the smartest thing?

 

***Tod begins to feel around with his free leg, and out of nowhere kicks Williams right in the mouth! Williams releases the crab and staggers away, holding his mouth. The crowd immediately busts into an applause. Now free from the torture of the submission hold, Tod painfully climbs up to one knee, but Williams rushes him and kicks his leg out! Tod collapses back to the mat in agony. Williams holds Tod’s leg down by sitting on it, and starts pounding his thigh with his fist. A screaming Tod sits up, and starts hammering Williams’ ear with his fist. However the punches have no leverage, and don’t faze Williams. Tod sits back, and starts try to push Williams’ off with his free leg POP! Tod draws his leg back and jams his boot right into Williams’ ear! Williams shakes off the ringing in his ear, but doesn’t let go of Tod’s leg. POP! Tod kicks him again! Williams rolls off Tod, holding his ear and flinching from pain. ***

 

Stevens: I bet Williams’ ears are ringing after that one.

 

Riley: Damn Tod! Those kicks could permanently damage Williams’ hearing.

 

Stevens: Never mind the fact that Tod’s leg may never be the same after this match.

 

Riley: That’s not a fair comparison at all. Tod knew what he was getting into when he stepped in the ring, but nobody told Williams that Tod was going to kick him in his ear.

 

***Williams pulls backs his hand, and notices that it is covered in blood. A thick stream of dark blood is flowing out of Williams’ ear, and running down his neck. Williams face wrinkles with rage, as he starts screaming “Get up, you motherfuckah!”***

 

Stevens: Oops. I would like to apologize to our fans at home for Mr. Williams’ language. A lot of emotion in the ring, tonight.

 

***Soapdish tries to get a good look at the bleeding ear, but Williams shoves him away. With grinding teeth, Tod slowly climbs to his feet! CRACK! Williams lays him out with a stiff Running Elbow, that sends sweat particles soaring into the air! Williams falls on Tod, and hooks his good leg for the pin. ***

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

***Tod kicks out, and screams from the pain of having to use his bad leg. Williams violently yanks Tod up by his hair, traps him in a standing head scissors, and signal “it’s over”.

 

Riley: DEATHBOMB coming up!

 

***Suddenly, Tod sends Williams to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown! Tod mounts Williams and starts hammering his ear with stiff right hands! The crowd blows the roof off the building, as Tod’s hand turns red with blood. Droplets of blood splatter across the ring, as Tod draws back his hand for each punch.***

 

Stevens: Refusing to give up, Tod is heroically fighting back with a furry of right hands!

 

Riley: WEEPING JESUS ON THE CROSS! Tod’s entire offense tonight has been illegal closed fist punches. That’s it Stevens! The time has come for me to file for an officiating license.

 

***Soapdish attempts to stop the carnage, but an emotional Tod jumps off Williams before he can do anything. Tod roars at the pumped fans, who respond with a roar of their own. Williams is completely motionless on the mat, with a small pool of blood forming under his ear. Tod pulls Williams up by his tights, and snaps on a Full Nelson! Tod snaps back, and drives the back of Williams skull into the mat!***

 

Stevens: DRAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON SUPLEX!

 

***Tod holds the bridge for the pin.***

 

ONE!

 

***Tod’s knee buckles, and he’s forced to release the bridge. Williams lifelessly remains in place, folded up with his legs over his head. Tod’s leg goes into spasms, forcing him to crawl to the edge of the ring. A trainer on the outside, holds Tod’s leg and helps him stretch it out. Most of the audience rises to their feet, suspecting that the injury may not be a work. Soapdish has a conversation with Tod and the trainer, Soapdish nods his head at the trainer and gets read to call for the bell.***

 

Stevens: It looks like this could be all she wrote. What a disappointing turn of events for Tod. He gave it his all, but his knee is too badly injured for him to continue.

 

Riley: Don’t be fooled, Stevens. Tod’s knee isn’t hurt that bad. Williams was just a lot tougher than he expected, and he wants an easy way out.

 

***But Tod grabs Soapdish’s ankle and screams a barely audible “DON’T!” ***

 

Stevens: Well what do you call that?

 

Riley: Reverse psychology.

 

***Soapdish rolls his eyes, and signals that the match will continue. The fans encourage Tod with thunderous foot stomps as the near crippled U.S. champion pulls himself up with the ropes and staggers towards Williams, dragging his dead left leg behind him. Williams starts to stumble to his feet, and Tod hooks him up in the Pumphandle Position. Tod roars to the fans, who give a standing ovation.***

 

Stevens: SPIRIT BREA........

 

Riley: CEREBRAL DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Stevens: I told you! That’s the wrong name, you idiot!

 

***Tod flips Williams up into the Scoop Slam position, but his leg gives out and Williams falls on top of him with the lateral press. But Tod rolls through on top of Williams, and desperately hooks his legs for the pin! The crowd counts along with Soapdish!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

***Williams kicks out, right as Soapdish brings his hand down for the three! The fans reach riot level, as Tod rises up to his knees and extends his arms into the air. Williams argues with Soapdish, who hasn’t even made an official call yet.***

 

Stevens: That’s it? IT’S OOOOOOOOOOVER!

 

Riley: THE HELL IT IS! Williams kicked out at three!

 

***Soapdish holds up his hand, and extends only two fingers. The crowd’s loud positive energy turns in a much more negative direction. Crumbled up programs, beer cups, you name it, begin to rain down upon the ring and a “BULL-SHIT!” chant breaks out. Tod buries his head into the mat, and slams his fists into the mat three times in a vain protest attempt.***

 

Riley: HA! I told you it was a two count.

 

Stevens: That might have been the closest near fall, I have ever witnessed in my broadcasting career. It could have gone either way, but I believe Soapdish may have made the right decision in ruling it a two. Still, what a heartbreaker for poor Tod.

 

***Realizing that the match is not over, Tod scrambles to his feet. But a pissed off Williams is already up and charging him like a bull. Williams grabs a handful of Tod’s hair, and starts mauling his face with a flurry of elbows! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Williams halts the flurry, and takes a few steps back to deliver the knockout blow. Tod’s arms drop lifelessly to his sides, and he has to blink rapidly to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. The crowd shows their shock with an eerie silence.***

 

Stevens: Williams isn’t going to risk another Tod comeback, he’s going to try to knock him out!

 

Riley: That’s not a bad idea, but if I was Williams I would go right back to the leg.

 

***Williams stutters his feet into a spin, and fires the Rolling Elbow! Crack! Tod blocks it, and counters with a stinging right hand to Williams’ bloody ear! The dead crowd comes back to life with some whistles and cheers. Tod follows with a hard kick to Williams’ ankle, that knocks Williams off balance!***

 

Riley: Now that was uncalled for!

 

Stevens: Tod attacking Williams’ bad ankle, proving once again he will do whatever it takes to win!

 

***But Tod also cries out in pain, and grabs his bad knee which he put his weight on to throw the kick. The crowd’s whistles are replaces with a collective gasp.***

 

Stevens: Oh No! Tod’s knee is just not letting him build any offense, tonight.

 

***Williams regains his balance, and doesn’t hesitate to kick Tod’s knee! “AAAAAAH!” screams Tod, as the numbing pain shoots up his leg. With Tod doubled over, Williams does a 360 spin and fires the Rolling Elbow! Tod looks up, but is too late to stop it. CRACK! Tod’s head almost does a complete 360 spin upon impact, before his body drops back lifelessly to the mat. The arena grows so quiet, you can a hear a rat fart.***

 

Riley: HE HIT IT! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOW!

 

Stevens: TOD IS OUT! If Williams can make the cover, this could be it!

 

***Williams frantically rolls Tod’s limp carcass over, and hooks his leg for the pin.***

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

***NO! Tod lifts his shoulder up at the last possible second! Williams pulls Tod up by his hair, and pushes him down into a standing head scissors. Williams runs his hands across his waist in the “I’am going to be wearing a belt” position and than locks them around Tod’s thin waist. This draws a negative reaction from the dead crowd.***

 

Riley: Do you see that, Stevens. Now that’s confidence.

 

Stevens: He’s too confident if you ask me. Williams can’t forget that Tod is wrestling injured tonight, and next time it won’t be easy.

 

***Williams takes a couple of deep breaths, and bends his knees for the lift. HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!” grunts Williams as he rips Tod off the mat with tremendous force! Williams lifts Tod on to his shoulders but before he can slam him, Tod driving his fist into Williams’ bloody ear!***

 

Stevens: TOD’S FIGHTING BACK! CAN HE REVERSE THE DEATHBOMB!

 

***Williams staggers backwards in pain, but quickly recollects himself and slams Tod violently to the mat by his thighs! THUMP! The impact causes the back of Tod’s skull to bounce off the mat, as the rest of his body limply comes to rest.***

 

Riley: Does that answer your question, Stevens? DEATHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!

 

***Williams keeps his grip on Tod’s thighs, and pushes forward into he has the German grappler’s broken body folded completely in half for the pin. Soapdish anxiously flops on the mat, and starts the count! ***

 

ONE!

 

***Williams lifts his boots off the mat to push his entire body weight down on Tod.***

 

TWO!

 

***Williams causally places his boots on the second rope.***

 

THREE!

 

***Soapdish calls for the bell, triggering a nuclear explosion of “Boos!” DING! DING! DING!***

 

Stevens: But Williams had his boots on the ropes!

 

Riley: That was clearly accidently, besides it’s not like Tod was kicking out anyway.

 

***Soapdish raises Williams arm to make the victory official. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Williams is so excited that he does a perfect backflip, and sticks it with both his arms raised triumphantly in the air. Some fat guy in a “XF9" shirt, jumps the guardrail and rushes towards the ring. Some security agents tackle the guy, and escort him out through the crowd. Williams climbs outside the ring, and steals Tod’s U.S. title belt. Williams holds the belt in front of his waist, and poses for a few seconds before throwing it into the ring near Tod’s carcass.***

 

Riley: Say it with me now people, Danny Williams has defeated the U.S. Champion.

 

Stevens: Not to take anything away from Williams, but Tod was far from 100% tonight. I would really like to see these two meet again, when they are both healthy. But I believe that Tod may have more fans in defeat than he has in victory, tonight. He managed to overcome a near crippling injury, and still give Williams a tough match.

 

Riley: There you go again, Stevens. You said your not going to take anything from Williams, but you would rather congratulate Tod for losing than Williams for winning.

 

Stevens: Sorry fans, but we have to take a commercial break. Stay Tuned!

[Guest Tod deKindes]

Not bad. But you haven't mastered the art of the ASTERISKS~! yet.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Very VERY good stuff Danny. You truly have a grip on match mechanics, and how they work. Basically, all that I can suggest is to read over Tod's match, and notice the LITTLE things, that he did, and you didn't. Little always adds up to big remember, so just keep working on your style. And you'll be money [or even...uh...MORE money] within a month.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Very VERY good stuff Danny. You truly have a grip on match mechanics, and how they work. Basically, all that I can suggest is to read over Tod's match, and notice the LITTLE things, that he did, and you didn't. Little always adds up to big remember, so just keep working on your style. And you'll be money [or even...uh...MORE money] within a month.

What little things, I don't see it? It seems like my match had more little things than Tods, like highly detailed crowd reactions and detailed in ring emotions.

 

Until I get a response from King, on why he chose Tod's match, I'am hanging in limbo.

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

I'd post my match... but I'm an idiot. Plus I'm going to save a couple things I did in there to use later...

 

-Annie

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Still no response from King, but I have read both matches, over and over and over, and I don't see it all. Sure, my match had a handful of grammar errors but so did Tod's. I still don't see how my match lost. I had the Ventura/Gorilla style commentary going strong and even threw in some of those gay jokes the markers love so much, I had the details, the more exciting writing style, I had the great inring action, I had the story, what more can I possibly do?

[Guest redbaron51]

commentary.

 

sometimes that gets judge way to highly, and people put way too much effort in commentary and it takes away from the match.

 

 

with that being said, I'm still surprised that TNT is still winning

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Well noone's every going to accuse me of putting commentary over wrestling. But than again commentary was the most sited reason for me being jobbed out back in the SJL, rather it's right or wrong is up to the markers.

 

Anyway, I don't know if King is just ignoring my PM and thread, or he just hasn't been online or doesn't have the time to respond. But it doesn't matter, since nothing he can say can convince me that he made the right choice. My losing match is everything that I strive for in my writing, and was one of the rare occasions I put it all together, while Tod's match was far from his best(sorry Tod). I'am simply going to look it at it like this. King is a marker, markers are human, humans make mistakes, and King made a mistake. It's not the first time, and it probably won't be the last time. So I'am just going to have to be patient and deal with it.

[Guest Ace309]

On my read-through at least, your humor was wooden, your commentators were flat and flavorless like a poorly-mixed martini and the match per se was not compelling enough to overcome that deficit. Your gay jokes were forced and you ignored places where they should have gone in,

 

The medium is the written word. If two workers went out and worked a match where they were as stiff as jello, even if they had the greatest technical match in the history of the sport, the match would be lacking. Your matches are lacking because the commentary is unentertaining. Like it or hate it, that's what happens in a matchwriting e-fed.

 

Now go buy King a beer. I'm sure the thread's still buried somewhere.

 

 

 

EDIT: Toned down the harshness, tried to be a little more constructive.

[Guest Suicide King]

Dammit Danny, if you wrote as well as you whined, you'd be the most prolific title holder in SWF history. Jesus Christ... one little loss in a non-title match and all of a sudden it's the biggest crisis ever facing our fed. I wasn't going to respond to this since I hadn't had a chance to review your match again yet, in order to send you the detailed scrubbing I know you desire so dearly... but a few of your colleagues wrote me, complaining about the frequency and low quality of your constant droning. So, since many of your colleagues requested it, I read the latest entries here.

 

Boy, you really think you are the shit, dontcha?

 

Well, boyo, don't believe the press releases your imagination is putting out. You really are not the greatest technical writer our fed has ever produced. Hell, many of your matches that I've had the misfortune to read have read like stereo assembly instructions. In Swedish. Written by Helen Keller.

 

Well, since you obviously know all there is to know about writing, I'll just wait to see you in the main event at Genesis 3, and I'll be the first in line to congratulate you on your many impressive title reigns. But til then, if you know it all, don't bother asking me for things like advice, matches, or extensions.

 

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