Mere hours after I announced the passing of Logan, I was informed of
more sad news from our brotherhood.

It has come to my attention that Tim Magee, who roleplayed as Lamont
Cranston, has suffered a loss in his family.

I, as well as everyone else wishes to extend our deepest sympathies to
Tim and his family in their time of grief and sadness.

Tim, you are in my prayers, and everyone else as well. If you need
anything at all, let me know.

Greg

It is with great sadness and remorse that I bring you the news that
Logan Verdin, HWF Character "Ass Clown" has passed away.

I am personally happy to have known Logan, and I am really torn apart
at this news.

Logan was a guy that everyone around instantly liked, no kidding. I
remember the first time I met him at Kerry's house (Kracka). We hit it
off and started talking wrestling and a friendship was born.

Just last week I was looking up stuff on Little John and the Eastside
Boyz, a group I never heard of until Logan selected "Throw it up" as
his theme song.

Anyway, to all of you, please keep his family in your prayers.


Greg

This E-Fed is closed, for good.


PLEASE STOP JOINING!

(scene opens with Sniperdude standing in the dim light outdoors
staring at the now empty HWF building, with a large box under his
right arm.)

We see a grim look upon Sniper's face.

Sniper: "Well. What can I say...? Not much time spent here, but I
enjoyed it."

[pauses]

Sniper: "Wolfdogg, perhaps we'll be partners again sometime, but for
now, I'm going back to Chi-town. As for the rest of you, thanks for
making my time enjoyable."

Sniper hangs up his black vest on the front door.

Sniper: "HWF, I bid you adieu."

Sniper places the box and his extra clothing in the trunk of his SUV,
and drives off into the sunset, most likely to never be seen again...

The End.

I am closing the HWF.

I'm sure you all want to know why, and I feel as though I owe you
that much, so here it is.

Since school has started, all my time as been devoted to that. I get
my degree in December, and I'm really stressing out so that I don't
screw it up.

My schedule goes to the point that when I'm done with class, I have
exactly one hour to get to work. After work (usually past 10 pm) I
get home, and eat, and have to be up again to make the drive to
school for a 7:30 am class.

With all of this, plus practice and football games pretty much every
saturday as CEO, I cannot give my creation 100% and I refuse anything
less.

The HWF is my baby, and I refuse to let it disintgrate into a
bastardized version.

Will we reopen?

I don't know. I said we wouldn't the last time, but I *thought* I'd
be able to handle it.


I'm sure all of you have noticed my lack of online time.

The three times I have gotten online in the last two weeks, I didn't
bother opening any messenger boxes. I just checked my email, and went
to bed or work, whichever time of day it was.


Finally, the last thing that gave me mental confirmation that I
needed to shut down.

I've begun to get pretty close to a lady friend of mine. At lunch
with her yesterday, I realized that in the event that I do have free
time, I couldn't possibly spend it writing, when I could be spending
that free time with my head up a model's ass. (Yes, I did say model,
don't ask me how I did it, I'm still not sure :)   )


I hope that this doesn't upset anyone too much. ( Mike and Alex, it
will be ok, trust me ;) )

Well, if you catch me online, don't be afraid to give me a holler. At
least I know when I hear the message sound, I don't have to worry
about "where's the show" anymore :)

A few shout outs:

Brandon "Nebula" Gravois: What can I say man, with out you, this site
would be disorganized and a big cluster. Not only are you the
greatest right hand man someone can ask for, you are a friend in the
truest sense of the word. I can't count the number of times I've gone
to do something and you have already done it, and I thanked God for
blessing me with you. Sarah has herself a good husband, and I can say
I have a great friend.

Matt "Jack" Casse:  My graphics designer. If I had to name my
favorite picture that you drew, I'd have to say they are all tied for
first. Your sheer genius to come up with a banner on obscure
information never ceases to amaze me. Thank you for your help, and
thank you for being such a good friend.

Kerry "Kracka" Parfait: Well, what can I say? You break every "jock"
stereotype. You are extremly intelligent and creative. You could
figure out a solution to every hole we booked ourselves into and
still had the balls to say "screw em" when someone whined about
trivial stuff.I couldn't ask for a better creative director. All I
know is, I better have season tickets when you get to the NFL :) But
for now, I'll settle for watching you being the greatest football
talent in the district.

Rodney "Dark Fire" Rooney: I could always count on you for a great
deep thoughtful "fuck em" whenever I would complain. Thanks for the
help :)

Ben "Ben Arabie" Arabie: You came up with "friday night frenzy." I
will always be greatful. It's a shame your return was
undistinguished, but it's cool. It was great to have you around
again. Take care of your hot girlfriend.

Shaun "Apocalpyse" Gravois: Shaun, how many people can go from having
a bitter "my college is better than yours" feud and become great
buds? Oh well, at least you took it like a man when you realized I
was right, j/k.  Good luck with the chemistry degree. You are a
genius.

Chase "The Chase"  (What the hell IS your last name anyway?): Well,
what can I say? You went from having a boot to the rear as a finisher
to doing a professional inverted DDT. Talk about evolving. You have
great imagintive talent. But just don't give up your endurance
training.

Alex "Wolfdogg" Johnson:  If I ever had an HWF groupie, you were it.
That's not necessarily a bad thing though. I will say this though, if
you are persistent with women as you are with posting, and convincing
people that Wolf can lift half a ton, then you will more than likely
succeed. Good luck with everything.

Tim "Lamont Cranston" Magee: Great times at the theater. One of these
days I'm going to get the photo I got of you in the dark theater
developed and on here so you can see it. Just remember, if you get
your WWE contract before me, you better put in a good word :)

Mike "Sniperdude" Daniels: Just remember not to hunt rabbits with
anything that you need a tripod to set up. You too are exremely
persistent. Find a way to harness it for positive use.

Logan "Assclown" Verdin: Dude, the Fishing Reel was one of the things
I looked forward to every week. Try not to drink too many beers, we
don't need to be bailing you out of the Ashland jail.


Well guys, see you around.

We open inside The Wolf's Den, oddly enough. The room is dark, the
only lights coming from various candles, strewn across the warehouse.
We go to a rolling shot, focusing at various items inside: Wolfdogg's
various titles hung on the wall, his pool table, his dilapidated
bookshelf, covered in movies and CD cases. We then move over to see
the left side of Wolfdogg's face, bearing the usual sadistic grin.
Just then, the lights come on. Wolf has a look of surprise on his
face.

Hikari [off-screen]: "Wolf! Could you take the dogs for a walk?"

Wolf gets an annoyed look on his face, and turns around.

Wolf: "Could you have showed up a bit later? I'm trying to parodize
someone here!"

Wolf then looks back at the camera and gives off an annoyed grunt. He
then looks back and starts blowing out candles. He then sits back
down.

Wolf: "Well then, ahem...since my opponent has apparently gone AWOL,
I'm going to spend my time pestering some of my usual annoyances.
Apocalypse. You seem to feel cheated at the fact that you lost your
match at Summer Heat due to the interference of your enemy. I agree
completely. Perhaps after I smear your brother like an insect next
week, I'll give you a rematch. Although, I see no reason to. If you
were smart enough, you would have incapacitated that rich fuck,
considering his history of interferences. Guess it's just the
Louisianan logic."

Wolf cracks his usual smirk at the camera.

Wolf: "I don't understand why you want this so badly. You have to go
through me, you get no raise in your payroll, and jobbers call you a
coward if you consider them unworthy. Don't believe me? Ask Cheech.
But, what's fair is fair. 'Sides, you're related to that scumbag
Nebula. That's incentive enough to give you another ass-kicking.
Speaking of which, Nebula. You appear to think that I'm just a joke,
which appears to be the norm here. Then again, that's what Hood
thought, and now, he's probably filling his bedpan right now, as he
relives getting cannon-balled through those tables."

Wolf's smirk becomes larger.

Wolf: "You, on the other hand, appear to think you're still hot shit.
Haven't really seen much to fear about you. You're just...a tag-team
wrestler, who had a great past, and can't be seen anywhere without
his lesser half. Let's see how well you do against me without your
completely dispensable partner. I'll snap you like a fucking twig!
There are two people I respect in this fed, our champ, Cracker, for
beating me fair and square, and Hood, for actually having the cashews
to take me on. You have yet to do either. You and your brother have
something in common, besides the bloodline and the abyssmal IQ.
You're has-beens! You heard me! HAS-BEENS! The most decorated man in
the HWF is now just half of the most dispensable tag team in
wrestling history! The only two-time Frenzy Champ in the HWF's
history is picking fights with a poor, defenseless aristocrat! How
the mighty have fallen! I, on the other hand, am being held down,
while the Corporate puppets lie on their backs and get fat! When I'm
done with you, Nebula, the entire HWF will learn to fear
this 'overgrown dork', this 'mistake of science', this 'creature
which should, by no right, even exist'!!!!"

Wolf then begins panting and staring directly at the camera. The
scene cuts to static...

*scene opens in the HWF locker room; Apocalypse is sitting in his
wrestling gear, facing his locker with his back to the camera*

Apocalypse (to the cameraman): Stop.  Don't come any closer.  I know
all of you have been wondering where I've been.  I've been doing a
lot of soul searching.  Summer Heat was supposed to be my shining
moment in this industry.  It was the night I was destined to rid the
world of Wolfdogg and his childish, out-of-this-world antics.  It was
the night I would unify MY hardcore title and wreak havoc on this
fed, but this destiny was put on hold.  All I've been able to think
about since that fateful night is looking up after the match was over
and seeing the face of that Irish, pompous, son of a bitch Cranston.

*Apocalypse turns to face the cameraman with an evil look; he looks
very weary and obviously hasn't slept much*

Apocalypse: Cranston, what you fail to realize is that you cannot
stop me.  It is my destiny to rule this fed, and you're just another
asshole jobber in my way.  I know you haven't said much either since
our last encounter, but it's about time you break your silence as
well.  Come Frenzy, I'll be ready to kick your ass from one end of
the arena to the other, and you will feel the pain of hell at my
hands.

*Apocalypse turns away from the camera once again*

Apocalypse (to cameraman): Now get out; I gave you what you wanted.

*scene fades to black*


(OOC:  Hey guys, I'm sorry about the lack of posting.  School, work,
and the flu have left me with no free time at all.)

(Scene opens with Sniperdude sitting on a black leather chair.)

Sniper: "Well, well, well. If it isn't the cameraman. Have a seat."

Cameraman: "I'd rather not."

Sniper: "You don't feel comfortable in front of me, do you?"

Cameraman: "Not really..."

Sniper: "You are uneasy. Afraid."

Cameraman: "...."

Sniper: "Now, I shall rip out your heart."

Cameraman stares at Sniperdude wide eyed and with fear.

Sniper: "Hah! I'm just shittin' with ya, man! [slaps cameraman on his
back]"

Brett walks in.

Sniper: "Oh, so the whole crew is here today, huh?"

Brett: "Yep. How's it hangin'?"

Sniper: "Pretty damn well, Brett. How's the family? Not that I
care..."

Brett: "Good, not saying you do..."

Sniperdude smiles and sits down again.

Brett: "So, what do you make of Summer Heat?"

Sniper: "Well, it sucked. The cane field match was exhilarating, but
strange. They might be able to choose the stage, but next time,
Wolfdogg and I, will choose the place, the time, and how it'll go.
The other matches were great to watch, though."

Brett: "Interesting. How about your upcoming matches?"

Sniper: "Ready as ever, but I'm less worried, things are starting to
calm down, and I'm fully recovered from the injuries.... Not to
mention I grew most of my hair back, DarkFire. [Laughs] You made me
lose my hair... [points to head]"

Brett and cameraman have a good laugh and begin again.

Brett: "Have you been training at all?"

Sniper: "Yes, but I'm trying to lower the publicity stunts. Brett,
it's time to stop shitting around, and starting to kick ass, as my
grandfather said."

Brett: "Kick ass, indeed. We hope to see alot more from you, Sniper."

Sniper: "I'd hope to see alot more of Trish Stratus, but that ain't
happenin'... yet."

Brett and Sniper laugh as they walk out.

(Scene ends in a normal blackout)

(scene opens with DarkFire in the gym training)
Brett:  Hey DarkFire can I get an interview?

DarkFire:  Of course!

Brett:  Ok, what are your thoughts on Chase?

DarkFire:  I think he's weak.  I think I will make short work of him.

Brett:  Are you not in the least bit worried about this match?

DarkFire:  Of course I am, I always am, but I don't think he'll be a
major problem.  I think he is just a steping stone towards my goal.

Brett:  We all know what your goal is, but do you think you will
have trouble achieving it?

DarkFire:  As Chase proved, making it to the PPV for the title fight
is easy, the hard part is getting your hands on the Title.

Brett:  Do you think you and Kracka will have bad blood because of
your race for the title?

DarkFire:  I hope not, but if he has a problem with it then he'll
just have to deal with it.

Brett:  These are strong words, can you back them up?

DarkFire:  Of course I can, if I couldn't I wouldn't be worthy of
the title.  I'm going to crush all in my path.  No dount in my mind
as to weither or not I'm going to get the title I will.  Well Brett
let me get back to my training.

Brett:  ok Later dude.

DarkFire:  Later.

(scene closes with DarkFire going back to his training)

After consulting with my Vice President, and based on feedback from
various members, and as well to relieve personal stress on many
members, the HWF is switching to a two week format.

This is to take effect right now.

Summer Heat went up on August 24th. Two weeks from there is now
September 7th.

So, everyone get to roleplaying. We've extended the deadline for the
show, and have now allowed for more posting between shows, so there's
no excuses anymore.


We hope that this new method can allow everyone to fit things into
their schedule and allow for more creative juices to flow between
posters.

*Chase is in the gym working out and Brett comes strolling in and
walks over to him*

Brett: So did you see Darkfire's latest words?

Chase: Unfortunately.

Brett: Any comments?

Chase: Oh im just loving the "you think you can beat me comment".
Last match I really must have beat the fuck outta him for him to not
remember that I HAVE BEAT YOU.  I dont think I can, I know I can, and
I HAVE already.  Just another stepping stone.

Brett: And the comment about kracka?

Chase: Well I didnt beat him. *pauses* No excuse for that, I lost
straight up, but its alright after I beat Darkfire this week and two
more jobbers like him ill have another shot at Kracka, he's a good
wrestler itll be my goal to work for.

Brett: Seem kinda humble lately, everything ok?

Chase: Just gotta remember where I came from, have to work harder, I
was shown that at the last PPV.

Brett: Always a pleasure thank you

*Chase nods and brett walks out looking for his next victim*

(scene opens with DarkFire watching Chase's Post)
so you think you can beat me huh?  You know I hate corny catch
phrases.  You are the furtue, well if that's the case the past is
gonna kick you ass.  If you were truly the future of this
organization you would have defeated Kraka.  You are the future of
nothing Chase and you are nothing.  I want gold so bad that there is
nothing you or team corperate can do to beat me.  I will beat you
have no doubt in your mind and when you do lose to me there will be
no future for you.

(scene fades to black)

[Cajun Patriot's house in Golden Meadow the day after Summer Heat]

Chip:  Yo, Homes!  I can't believe this whack shiz-nit!  We're the
number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles!

CP:  Mais yah, Cher!  When we walked inta de Deat' Valley tanight, I
knew, me, dat we were gonna walk outta dere wit' a title shot.  An'
ya know why I knew dat?  Cuz it's time!  De Cajun Patriot has won
many, many matches in his career, an' it's now time ta reap de
benefits!  I win all dem matches, me, an' de Mr. Corporate himself,
Hood, keeps lookin' me ova fo' de title shots!  I can' tell ya how
many times I shoulda been Frenzy Champ, or Heavyweight Champ, but did
I get a title shot?  Mais NO!  But enough o' dat; I jus' wanna tank
you, Cher.

Chip:  For what, yo?

CP:  Fo' lettin' me a part o' de greatest faction in de HWF - de
Southside Boyz!  See Kracka dere?  He dun showed Team Corporate dat
Southside rules by winnin' de Heavyweight Championship!  An' you, you
help me send a message ta Mr. Hood by beatin' his two lackey oafs dat
de Cajun Patriot an' Chip are forces not ta be reckoned wit'!  An
when we take dem tag titles from de EDW Boys, we go show Team
Corporate dat Southside will reign foreva!  Ooh yah, Cher!  Say it
wit' me!

CP and Chip:  Laissez les bon temps rouler!

[Scene fades]

*chase is in the locker room with Saetia watching a tape of the first
Cell fight just as he falls through the roof*

Chase:  Darkfire you go on about how you are unstoppable

*Chase hits the mat and gets the pin*

Chase:  But right then.....there I stopped you.  You are right you
ALMOST beat me.....but as the camera focuses on you it doesnt show me
up there banging away at the supports until they gave way and I, YES
I, WON.  I beat you ill do it again, I lost nearly everything at the
PPV and will go on the road to regain it, starting with your ass.
You will feel the wraith that is the Future....and you go on and
remember about how you almost beat me back then because this
time....this time you wont even get near me.

*Scene opens as Nebula and Jackass are landing the chopper at
Nebula's house in Thibodaux.*

Nebula:  This chopper's alright, but it's not as good as MY wheels.

Jackass:  What wheels?  All you have is a piece of shit Nissan Maxima.

Nebula:  Not anymore.  I traded that bitch in!

Jackass:  For what?

*Nebula opens the garage door to reveal a black Corvette.*

Jackass:  DAMN!  Where did you get the money for that?

Nebula:  I've been doing a lot of commercials since Kobe Bryant got
dropped by Nike.

Jackass:  That'll explain it.

Nebula:  Anyway, that was a kickass match we had with those Ignorant
Wrestling Oafs.  I told those two time and again that they can't beat
the greatest tag team in the world!  They had their shots on more
than one occassion, and as long as we're the champs, Jack, there's NO
WAY IN HELL that they can earn another tag title shot.

Jackass:  Hell yeah, man!

*Nebula and Jackass enter the house and turn the TV on just in time
to catch Wolfdogg's promo.*

Nebula:  Did you hear that whiney little bitch?  He wants to fight me
again?  Didn't I teach his ass a lesson at Summer Heat?  I'm not
worried about his Chicago punk ass this week.  What I'm worried about
is defending the Tag Team titles against the Southside Boys on Frenzy
this week.

Jackass:  Yeah, man, they did pretty good at the PPV.

Nebula:  Yeah.  Chip, Cajun, you earned your shot this week.
However, all you did was fight Slappy and FOM.  We've fought those
two countless times, and we ALWAYS came out on top.  Do you think
that beating those two shows us that you have what it takes?  If you
want these titles, you better wrestle a hundred times better than
what you did at the PPV because there's NO WAY IN HELL that you can
beat the craziest wrester AND the most technical wrestler that this
business has ever seen!  Granted, I do have all the respect for you
two and Kracka, but business is business.  And after we retain our
Tag Team titles, we'll go fais-do-do with y'all until Chip dehydrates
himself from all that pimpin' around.  Oh, and Kracka, congrats on
the winning the Heavyweight Championship; Jerome just sucked balls as
the champion.

Jackass:  What about Wolfdogg?  You know he's gonna cry like a little
bitch if you don't accept his challenge.

Nebula:  FINE!  I accept his goddam challenge!  Not this week but
next, I'll show him one last time that he cannot and will not beat
the best damn technical wrestler in the HWF!  Time to go train.

Jackass:  Let's tear this place apart!

*Nebula and Jackass square off against each other in the Nebula's
personal training ring.*

*Scene fades*

We open outside the Wolf's Den, Wolfdogg's occupancy in Lousiana, the
neon sign flickering on and off in the swampy, humid summer evening.
We walk up to the front door, from the prespective of the cameraman.
The cameraman knocks at the door. The door opens and Hikari is in the
doorway. Suddenly, the cameraman is pounced by Wolfdogg's 9 Akitas,
each licking his face, as a sign of affection. Hikari tries to get
the dogs under control and the cameraman gets to his feet. He then
walks over to see Wolfdogg, wearing a generic white T-Shirt, a pair
of black shorts and boiling his feet in a washing pan full of hot
water. He's chugging down hot water from his usual iron kettle. After
a few moments, Wolf pulls the spout from his mouth, puts the kettle
on the ground next to him, and wipes his mouth of any access water.

Cameraman [off-screen]: "...Um, why are you boiling your feet?"

Wolf: "Well, after those bastards stole the 'copter, I had to walk
back. And, excuse the pun, but my dogs are still barking!"

In the background, a few of Wolf's Akitas start barking.

Cameraman: "Well, what are your thoughts on Summer Heat?"

Wolf looks over to his wall, and looks at the newly framed Apocalypse
Hardcore Title. A plaque under it reads, "A blemish destroyed...at a
cost...".

Wolf: "Hmmm, first off, my hardcore unification match. Apocalypse,
damnit, your sissy rival got in my way again, he distracted me and
allowed you to get off that crappy finisher of yours! Bastard! I
swear, if there's anything left of him after your match with him, I
swear, Crumpet...uh, that's not it, McRichen, no, Lemon! I'd like to
take a shot at this rich bastard for stealing my pride for the third
straight time, I can't have a serious match with Apoc, without that
bastard being somewhat involved! Grrr...I fucking hate people who
interfere with my mission..."

Cameraman: "...That being...?"

Wolf: "To regain my pride!!! I will crush all rivals!!! And I can't
gain any respect, if some asshole tries to stop me from winning
matches on my own!!! Grrr...but, the point is, it seems that
Apocalypse is the only member of his family that realizes the meaning
of pride."

Cameraman: "What are you implying...?"

Wolf: "Nebula. You and your partner had to use CONSTRUCTION EQUIPMENT
to beat me, and after I got out, you and your pussy-ass partner ran
off like cowards!!! Real champions you guys are! I'd like to fight
you on my turf, but according to the HWF, it seems that the rest of
the U.S. appears to have disappeared. And the thought that Louisiana
being the only part of the U.S., ...you guessed it, it gives me the
heebie-jeeblies. I have to admit, I had a soft landing in that
Louisiana soil. Then again, that's probably because the soil is as
soft as shit."

Wolf smiles...

Wolf: "Or maybe..."

Cameraman: "I think we get what you're trying to imply."

Wolf: "Hmmm, as much as it is my duty to spell my thoughts out to
this public, the idea of leaving them in suspense makes me smile.
But, back to what I was saying, Nebula. You. Me. Mano e Mano. Let's
drop the silly tag-team matches and have ourselves a brawl. Then
again, I guess we can never see you on T.V. without your baggage, so
your partner will more than likely interfere in any match I challenge
you to. But, that's Louisiana public schooling for you, isn't it?"

Wolf smirks again.

Wolf: "Let's move onto a different subject, shall we? Cracker, our
new champion. I must say..."

Wolf stops in mid-sentence. He then smiles at the camera.

Wolf: "Congratulations. Hopefully, you can bring this fed back to its
near-mythological past. I must admit, if anything you deserve it. I
mean, let's face it, you're the ONLY man in this fed to beat me, fair
and square. No partners. No previous matches. No huge electrical
equipments. Just a man who beat a giant without any help from
anybody. I must admit, at first, I was pissed off. I couldn't believe
that I was beaten. But, now, I've learned to swallow my lumps, and
take my first fair loss in the HWF. But, please, don't let my
seriousness dampen your party, you'd better be living it up! Ha-ha!"

Cameraman: ".......Well...that was odd."

Wolf: "So, what's on for this week?"

Cameraman: "Well, you fighting Amp Axton."

Wolf's smile immediately turns into a frown.

Wolf: "You mean that Australian rocking jobber?"

Cameraman: "Actually, he's..."

Wolf: "Y'know, I actually went to Australia once. Pretty nice place,
too many kangaroos, though. That's where I met Hikari."

Wolf looks over and smiles at Hikari. She smiles back.

Cameraman: "ACTUALLY, he's British."

Wolf: "Oh. Couldn't tell. Sounded like an Australian to me. So, looks
like Sniper owes me 3 bucks."

Cameraman: "Huh?"

Wolf: "After the last Frenzy, when we were walking out, I bet Sniper
3 bucks, that I'd be reduced to fighting another loser on the next
Frenzy."

Cameraman: "Well, actually, he almost got the tag titles."

Wolf: "Actually, he was so far away from getting the tag titles, that
he only got hits off when Sniper and I interfered in that match.
What's he going to do? Play 'Stairway to Heaven' so many times that I
want to bludgeon him with his own 'bloody' guitar? Hell, now I
remember him, always saying, 'Bloody 'ell. Bloody 'ell' WELL, I'LL
GIVE HIM A REASON TO ALWAYS SAY BLOODY!!! He'll be so damn bloody,
that they'll be mopping up his remains for weeks to come!!!!"

Cameraman: "Tough words."

Wolf then pulls his feet out of the boiling water, and stands up. He
smiles fiercely at the camera. The scene cuts to static...

I don't believe I'll be able to post for this weekend, as there is
insufficent time. I've been having problems with the damned MsBlaster
Worm, and it wiped my hard drive... Anyways, back to Win2k... I loved
XP.

(scene opens with DarkFire training)

Well I told everyone to look out I was going after gold.  Now I'm
one step closer to the title.  Now all I gotta do is beat Chase.
Piece of cake I almost beat him once.  If it weren't for the cage
breaking I'd have won.  I know for a fact I can beat you.  Then when
I beat you I'll beat anyone else who thinks they are man enough to
come after the Frenzy title.  Then when I decimate three of them
Kraka will fall and I will be Champ.  I will do this mark my words.

(scene fades with DarkFire going back to training)

Testing 5, 6, 7

We'll post a card on recap on Tuesday.

(Note to the staff, if you beat me to posting a card, not a problem).

The Summer Heat ppv will be up sometime today! We're sorry for the
long delay but we had to adjust to certain circumstances. As soon as
we post the show up, please get those rp's up so we can move on!
We'll give you a schedule of the next Frenzy's within the weeks to
come after Summer Heat is posted. Thanks.

The Summer Heat ppv will be up sometime today! We're sorry for the
long delay but we had to adjust to certain circumstances. As soon as
we post the show up, please get those rp's up so we can move on!
We'll give you a schedule of the next Frenzy's within the weeks to
come after Summer Heat is posted. Thanks.

test

The show has been delayed until THIS sunday.


Administration has had a communication break down and as soon as
thing are in order, the show will be up.


We're still working out the kinks on our new system and whatnot.

(scene opens with DarkFire doin some last minute preperations for
his match)
Well Brady I guess you are affraid of me since you havn't even told
me what my challenge is.  I always knew you were a damn pussy ass
bitch.  You must finally realize how much of a bitch you really
are.  I would be surprised if you even show up for our match.  I hop
you do cause I'll enjoy kicking your sorry ass all over the ring.  I
wanna light you up with every move I know.  I will destroy you then
I will destroy Axton one right after the other.  I think that after
I defeat the 2 of you I deserve a title match.  I even want it
against whoever ends up with the Frenzy Title.  I can beat any one
of the people fighting for the title.  I don't know why everyone has
such a hard time defeating Jerome.  He isn't nothing but a big pussy
ass bitch.  Chase isn't shit, the only reason he really beat me in
that cage match is because the cage fell on me.  Well enough of this
I just want everyone to remember this one thing.  I can beat anyone
here.  I'm ready to defend the title, I will enevitably have,
against anyone that thinks they are bad enough to beat me.  Remember
that!!!
(scene closes with DarkFire continuing the training)

Due to the rush for the show, a few things got mixed up here and
there.

Therefore while we sort out who's doing what, when, with who, and how
it's getting done, if you have any final thoughts to roleplay or any
last minute frenzy promos to email, use this opportunity.

New Posting deadline is 9 pm Central Sunday. Show should be up by
mondayish.

We apologize for this delay. (besides, it's FvJ weekend, it's like a
holiday and stuff ;)   )

The stadium is huge!

Capable of seating well over 90,000 fans, Tiger Stadium is empty
right now.

The federation crew is busily setting things up. Bernie Lunt watches
from atop the press box, doing his thing.

"So, it has come to this. In front of all these horny sorority
whores, we fight in a gimmick match reserved for the dying days of
WCW."

Bernie picks up his binoculars and zooms on something... "Hey I seen
him on the news, that's Nick Saban. What's he doing? HEY THAT'S MY
BONG! I was gonna hide that under the ring later. Great, gotta go
find another one to hide."

Bernie sets his binoculars down.

He starts going down the ladder and looks to the camera.

"Ass Clown, come match time, you will get blasted into next week, and
oh bitch trust me, you will get SMOKED OUT!"


(scene fades)

"AWE! Damn shoe!"

Scene opens in Jerome's dark apartment in Harlem.

He's tripping over things while he's walking down the hall with a
flashlight.


"Where did I leave that belt?"

"AH, Kilo! Quit leaving your chew toys in the walk way!"

The dog responds "arf!"

Jerome finally makes his way to the weight room and shines the light
on the belt.

"Aw, there you are player. You sure did get around before you wound
up with me. I am a very succesive champion."

Jerome shines the light in his face in the mirror.

"Shiny even in the mirror! Now where did I put that polish?"

Jerome gets up and wanders out the room and trips over the dog again.

"JESUS CHRIST KILO! Stay out of my way!!"


Jerome shines a light on the wall.

"Well look at this! The man is trying to hold me down again! He sets
me up in a match where I won't know who I'm fighting till the day of
the show! Why all dem crackers gotta be hatin on me? Drinkin' dat
damn haterade!"

Kilo is heard in the background knawing on something...

Jerome flashes is light in the dogs direction...

"Hey you mutt! Drop Latoya's weave! you'll cough up hairballs again!"

Suddnely the lights flash on, then off again.

"Damn power company! So I either face the "future" again, or I get to
finally get that Kracka fool one on one! Either way, I'll drop you
with the HOT Wire, and make you submit to the Chicken wing, because
you'll never be the street thug that I am, and you are all nothing
but a bunch of fuckin' crackas!"

(Scene fades with the lights flickering on and off)

We open outside of the Wolf's Den, Wolfdogg's occupancy in Louisiana.
The camera(man) moves toward the doorway. The cameraman knocks on the
door. The door opens, and Wolfdogg is in the doorway.

Wolf: "Well, welcome back."

Cameraman [off-screen]: "Were you expecting me?"

Wolf: "Pretty much. It seems that Apoc has finally dropped his
gimmick for the Hardcore Unification. Well, he seems to think that I
haven't dropped my challenge yet. I'll have to remind him."

Wolf moves and the cameraman walks in. Wolf then walks over to his
make-shift bookshelf, and pulls off an unmarked videotape. He shoves
the tape into an old VCR, by his TV. We, then of course, see one of
Wolf's promos from last week. He fast-forwards through most it, until
he gets to a certain portion.

Wolf [T.V.]: "[...]Hood said that I get the first choice for the
match, BUT I have to choose from the wanna-be champion's matches.
Well, I choose the Beer Bottle match, considering it gives me an old-
school edge. Ask Sniper, he knows that it takes 4 kegs of Whiskey to
make me tipsy, just imagine how many beers it'll take. Maybe I should
just give you a handicap and drink 8 pints of Vodka before the match,
you fucking lightweight! But that would just even us in the time
it'll take you to get drunk.[...]"

Wolf then shuts off the VCR. He then looks back at the camera.

Wolf: "Well, of course, you remember that...don't you? You were
there."

Cameraman: "Yeah, it's definitely familiar."

Wolf: "Good. Then, so Apocalypse chose the Pool Table match. I guess
he feels that I can inflict less pain in that kind of match. Rather
than the other 5 I gave him. Oh well, either way, it's going to
be 'dumbass, corner pocket'."

Cameraman: "Was that a joke?"

Wolf: "Not really. Either way, I'm gonna leave Apocalypse at the
brink. When that match is over, he'll be just like Hood, he'll have
to be carted off on a stretcher. The point is, I have a second reason
for wanting to cut a promo."

Wolfdogg then walks over to the door, he opens it and then walks over
to the left side of the warehouse. He has a smile on his face. He
stops the cameraman.

Wolf: "Ahh...I present the return of one of the most important
portions of my group."

Wolf then walks behind the side of the warehouse, and drives out on
the Wolfdogg X-Press. There is a bit of a new paintjob on the cab of
the truck. On both sides, there is a painting of a wolf howls at a
full moon, going from the door to the front of the hood. Also, there
are two additional lights on the hood. The lights all have a
different symbol of a suit of cards. The clubs, spades, hearts, and
diamonds. Hikari is in the passenger side of the cab, and we can hear
a bit of muffled barking from the trailer portion. Wolf sticks his
head out from the side.

Wolf: "Well, I'm going off to 'Death Valley'. You want a ride?"

Cameraman: "No, I've already got a ride."

Wolf: "Well, your loss."

The Wolfdogg X-Press gets into gear, and drives off. The scene cuts
to static.

(scene opens with DarkFire looking a bit confused after watching
Brady's promo)

What the fuck are you talking about?  I went back into the Promo
archive and found nothing about a special match other than that you
had an idea.  I think you need to bring to light your pittiful
attempt at victory so I can except it.  I don't sign for a match
less I know what it is.  So asshole, Rock wannabe, what makes you
think that you can beat me in your match?  You will never beat me,
even if you had your whole family help.  Course Axton made sure that
your sluty sister wouldn't help.  I think that you Brady Bunch
bitches are pussies.  I also think that I'll be trying to break you
in this match.  I will try to end your career on the PPV.  I'm just
so sick of your film star bitch ass attitude and I will ruin your
career.  I'll see you when you go down in FLAMES!!!!

(scene closes with DarkFire playing with his lighter)