Diary of Despair Vol. II: Life In The Land Of Supreme

[Shmoe]

Welcome back!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am Matt Aiden Lazzara, but I am more commonly known as Matt Despair. The last time you saw me, it was very briefly when I booked for Total Championship Wrestling back in early 2008. Before that, though, you would've known me through tape trading, through independant shows and through me generally being one of the premier wrestlers in North America. You may also know me for being insanely modest. In TCW, I had many plans, and many aspirations for how it would turn out, my first shot in a true, large promotion and, back in 2008, one that looked to be gaining ground fast. Those plans, however, were cut short in part to one man. The "greatest wrestler that ever lived in the world. Ever." Tommy Cornell. While as a fellow wrestler I cannot diminish his skills nor his achievements, the man is ...difficult to work with, sometimes. It all came to a head on an episode of TCW presents Total Wrestling, in which I booked the main event between Cornell and a moron by the name of Genghis Rahn. Rather than tell me he and Rahn didn't work well together, as I had only been working there for about a month, he let me book ahead.

The show bombed. My next interaction with Mr. Cornell was "You embarrassed us all. Pack your things." I took the morale high road and refrained from punching him square in the jaw, instead I shook his hand, and I actually thanked him for the opportunity. Ain't I just the sweetest guy?

So, within a month my dreams were over. I returned to the independants, still managing to get work despite the fact I was never used on-screen in TCW, and I wrestled against a who's-who of the best currently plying their trade in the minor leagues. I still play the brooding emo-kid or the sociopathic wrestling machine, just as good as I ever did. Now, being just shy of 25, I wasn't sure if the years would keep ticking by and before long, my shot at the big time, one that most had always assumed would come considering m reputation, would be gone.

Lucky for me, wrestling is a fickle, emotional and strange business. And before long, I was flew out from my home in Manhattan, New York, and arrived comfortably in Conneticut, meeting with the most powerful man in the history of wrestling;

Richard Eisen. A man that had a grand dream for a small business, and made it a reality, destroying all tradition and becoming a legend in it's wake. A literal billionaire businessman, who took a profession nobody said could make it in the mainstream like the NBA or football, and at some points, made it even more popular than those. I was shown in by his (HOT) secretary, and took a seat. He looked agitated, his hands fidgeting, but I assume a man with that much money must often find it hard to sit still. I extended my hand.

"It's an honor, Mr. Eisen, I'm Matt Lazzara."

"I could give a sh*t what your name is kid," stunned. "Listen, I'm many things. Businessman, CEO, billionaire. I got a whole sh*tstorm on my plate right now, so I'm gonna cut right to the chase. Do you want the book or not?" He said it so bluntly, it took me a few seconds of awkward silence to actually realise what was just said.

"Excuse me what?"

"Jesus, are you a retard? C'mon kid, head in the game! I want you to book for me, want you to be on creative and want you on-screen. I've seen tapes, I like you and I like your work, kid. That's why I flew you out here, which wasn't cheap let me tell you." So pretty much, his creative team like me and my work, and I better not waste this guys money. Got it.

"If you don't mind me asking, why is it you want me to book for you?"

"I saw you when you were booking Cornell's circus over there. I'm a very well connected man, Mr. Lazzara. I know people within that organisation who were telling me you could've made a difference. Hell, I even had some people telling me you could be the reason Cornell overtook me!" He laughed. "While I don't know about that, that by itself is damn impressive to a guy like me, a man that hasn't been seriously challenged in over 30 years. Well now I got TCW and even Sam Strong nipping at my heels, and I want to stay ahead of the competition. I know that match wasn't your fault, so I'm willing to overlook that."

"But, what about Peter Michaels? The Jack Bruce story last year really hit off didn't it?" Wait, why am I not taking this job already? What did curiosity kill? Where's the beef?

"Undoubtedly, one of the best we've ever run." he said entirely deadpan serious. I raised my eyebrows as if to usher him into saying something further on the matter ..."It was a great storyline no doubt. The problem is, Peter ...he's a one trick pony. At the last creative meeting, he suggested we run the next storyline with Bruce and my son's roles reversed in exactly the same fashion. Michaels is good at what he does, but I need something exciting for the direction this company is going in. Less comedy, less over-the-top, more action, more attitude. I think you know a little something about that." His tone lightened, and I felt more at home before realising I was sat in the greatest office I've ever seen. Way better than my old call center office, and for a roach infested hole, that was nice.

"Will I get an office this nice?" Oh, did I say that out loud?

"Excuse me?" Aaaaaand the aggressive tone in his voice was back.

"I meant to say ...this is all happening a bit fast."

"Dammit, I'm offering you a job here, not propositioning you for a dirty night of motel sex. First of all, I like the ladies, and second, Mrs. Eisen would be extremely annoyed. Hell, if she didn't love money so much I'm pretty sure she would've already left me when I slept with that secretary." Niceeeee. If I wasn't so afraid, I'd go for a high-five.

"And you don't want to hear a pitch of ideas or anything like that?"

"Time is money, and the longer we sit here the more money of mine you waste, as long as you're making me money I don't give a sh*t, because I really f*cking love money. Not only that, but I know as well as you do you'd love to bury Tommy even further." The glint in his eye was a 50/50 split between sheer evil and total genius. "Are we clear?"

"Crystal, Mr. Eisen." Well that sounded cooler in my head.

"Bet that sounded cooler in your head, huh kid?" Again, total genius. "So I assume you'll be taking my offer?" he exclaimed as he cracked a rare, maybe genuine smile and stood from his desk, outstretching a hand to me.

"It would be a pleasure, Mr. Eisen." I firmly took his hand and we shook. "I look forward to what I can do with the company and make us even stronger."

"As long as that means even more money too, then I'm sold on you, kid. Welcome to the Supreme Wrestling Federation."

I liked the sound of that. Before we departed though, I just had to ask; "So, did Peter Michaels actually pitch 'Man Under Pressure' again?"

Eisen looked at me, perplexed. "What? No, he just really p*sses me off."

And so begins Life In The Land Of Supreme.

OOC: Well, my TCW diary fell apart in the early stages due to some bad booking and whatnot back in 08 (which for some backstory you could go and check out), but I've always felt more at home with SWF and I think it does provide some interesting challenges this year. Hopefully (and in my mind definitely) this will be the first diary I manage to stick too long term and join the ranks near guys like James Casey, BigPapa42, Self, Phantom Stranger, FIN, Eisen-Verse, J-Silver, and some of the others that have really inspired me. Joining in early with the 2010 crowd is something I didn't do with 08, but hopefully this becomes my 'signature', if you will.

Although it may seem safer to play out a few game months and then begin the diary, I thought it more fun for you to join me at my first show, so you can live all my successes and failures out with me as I crash and burn through the SWF. Hopefully, I can avoid it looking too much like Papa's epic, although that I won't promise!

[Rathen4]

A non Jack Avatar diary?!?!?

Reading this.

[Shmoe]

Meet The Eisens

A few days later, I found myself back where I'd started, in the offices of Richard Eisen. He was nowhere to be seen, however, I was just told to sit and wait in his lavish workplace. I was also told not to touch anything, but when somebody has so many of those crazy desk toys ...well, without saying anything to get myself in too much trouble, things get broken. As I rushed to hide the evidence, the large doors opened and in walked Richard. Looking as sincerely irritated as always, I stood up in order to show the man some respect.

"C'mon, Dad! Just a couple thousand, that's all I need! You gave Eric the World Heavyweight Title!" cried a whiny voice from behind my boss.

"No, Michaels gave Eric the World Heavyweight Title, and we all know that's because he's a pathetic kiss ass. Besides, a limo and a hundred thousand dollar meal still won't make Ana Garcia sleep with you. Got it, Jerry?"

In behind Richard, with his tail tucked between his legs, ran Jerry Eisen, playing lapdog to his father as I had always heard. Whatever happened to him being mentally retarded? That was a lot more fun. Nevertheless, he simply loosened his tie and decided to sulk.

"Jerry my boy, I want you to meet the new most important man in this company. This is Mr. Matthew Lazzara."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Eisen." I extended my hand.

"Hmph." Nice kid. Despite what everybody says, a 33 year old man crying like a toddler who's Mom won't buy him a damn lollipop isn't the most attractive personality trait.

"Mr. Eisen? Jeez Matt, call him Jerry. He's worthless. I'm the only Mr. Eisen around here, so don't worry about it. Must've been great growing up with a father like that. No wonder Jerry is such an insufferable ass. My other son, he's Eric to you ...wait, where the hell is Eric?!" Richard's head comically panned from side to side and then up and down, as if expecting Eric to descend from the ceiling like an angel surrounded by hoes in bikinis.

"Probably partying with all the money you give him, huh Pa?"

"Are you even mine?"

"Uh, excuse me Mr. Eisen?" I intervened. Richard's head span around on its axis like the possessed chick from the Exorcist. "What did you call me here for exactly?"

"Oh. I just wanted the boys to meet you and to hear a few of your plans. Let them in on the new head bookers idea of things. After all, they are the future of this company."

"And God help us all when that day comes."

"WHAT?!?" Jerry exploded.

" ...Shut up Jerry." And I swear his face turned more purple than Barney the dinosaur or that drink all the afro-Americans are into these days.

"AHAHAHAHA! I told ya, son! This kid is a riot! He's already fitting right in. Hell, it normally takes most a few days at least to be not scared of making you feel inferior. Which you are."

"Aaaaaaanyways. The first thing I wanted to talk about was my position as head booker being kept a secret from the public. As I'm going to be on-screen I want the fans to be able to accept my character for that, and not for the fact I'm behind the scenes."

"Done and done."

Jerry decided to snidely sneak in with "Don't you think our fans are smarter than that?"

" ...Shut up Jerry." I told you he was a genius. "Anything else?"

"Well I'll be keeping my cards pretty close to my chest. However, Mr. Eisen, I just wondered what your position was on returning to an on-screen role?"

"On screen, eh?"

"It just seems like, at the moment, there's no strong authority figure on TV for the SWF. It almost looks like these workers are running around and doing whatever the hell they please with nobody in power to make matches or decisions. I wanted to bring you back onto the scene, play you as a corrupt official type of guy. What do you think?"

He pondered deeply. "Hmm ...I like this, kid. You know, I'm getting on a bit, and I even though I still sleep with women at least 30 years younger than myself," Note: Jerry's expressions of disgust are priceless, "I still feel like I need to leave more of a legacy to the actual viewer, the one who made the SWF what it is. Besides myself, obviously. Besides, I haven't been on television regularly since 2004 when I managed The Supremacists."

"So is that a 'yes', then?"

"What the hell, sounds like fun."

I smiled, letting know Richard I was happy with his choice. Richard just continued to silently mock Jerry, who in turn did nothing to come out of his corner crying, wishing Daddy loved him a little more. And I'm not just a d*ck. You saw me greet him earlier, I tried to be nice. Some people are just beyond reasoning with. The meeting began to wind up, when a smash of probably some expensive vase outside shocked the three of us in the room. Bursting in was none other than -

Eric Eisen, the SWF World Heavyweight Champion and most certainly not the fortunate recipient of nepotism, who had this pearl of wisdom to offer:

"Hey Dad, where the hoes at?!"

Being the son of a billionaire must be fun. Unless you're Jerry, of course.

SOON: Actual Shows! (possibly)

[The Shape]

LOL at jerry. And Eisen's head movements when looking for Eric. Not used big rich in an authority capacity myself so far so interested to see what you do with it.

[Shmoe]

An OOC Post;

Hello to everybody who has read or commented thus far, I do appreciate that as I get this project off the ground. I just wanted to adress a few things Out Of Character, do some explanation and whatnot.

First of all, I can understand if people are viewing this and thinking it's some sort of poor attempt at a comedy diary along the lines of J Silver. Whilst I do want to have comedic elements and hopefully, with the past two posts, make hopefully anybody laugh, the booking and overall feel of this diary will not be a straight comedy diary. A little tongue-in-cheek at points, maybe, but the storylines and character developments I hope to put into practice are not nessecerily designed to make people laugh. Although if you do, great. The opening posts were written purely off the top of my head when I got inspired to finally start up a diary after a few, short test runs with 2010. I hope they entertained a few of you!

Secondly, I have implemented some changes. Firstly, putting Supreme TV on for 2 hours rather than the standard 1 and a half. I have made all PPVs, except The Supreme Challenge, 3 hours, and will hopefully be implementing SWF Elite and SWF Uprising as a second A show and B show, respectively. (On a side note, isn't it cool I requested those logos for 08 and they're in the default database now? I thought so.) I will be firing people that suck (such as Everest, who playing ahead about 3 shows I have fired.), but I will also be keeping the fun challenges (the infamous Smacker anybody?)

On an entirely different, non-game note, I understand looking back at my track record that my diaries have hardly been odessy's or sweeping epics. In fact, I either seem to burn out too quickly or lose ideas. The TCW one I started in 2008 seemed to gain some sort of following, and I really enjoyed the writing style I developed, so that type of style may carry over, although I am going to try and distinguish it slightly in tone. The point is, although I haven't got the greatest track record, I hope that I can pull people in and hope they stick around for the journey.

In regards to the question "how do I play the game", I'm gonna say badly. Literally, I'm still pretty terrible at lengths (by the way, how do you not get penalised for length?), road agent notes, card positioning and am generally finding my feet. Although I destroyed the SWF in 2007 and, to a lesser extent 08, I find 2010 a more distinct challenge due to an abundance of monster heels, guys becoming less talented and chemistry issues. To be honest, I like that though. Like I said, I'm starting this right at the beginning, so you can go on the journey with me of hopefully becoming a competant SWF booker (and getting "B" ratings straight away for the SWF isn't the hardest thing, so don't tell me I don't suck! )

To wrap this up, thanks to Rathen (who I have enjoyed his APW dynastys, especially the presentation, in pretty much silence up to this point) and my old neoseeker buddy Shape, whose SWF diary looks to kick my ass, but a diary that looks like it has amazing potential, and I reccomend for anybody to get on board with, for their comments thus far. Hopefully I'll have the first Supreme TV card up by later tonight or tomorrow, if I'm feeling particularly lazy.

And now I've rambled.

Thanks all!

[Shmoe]

Supreme TV Preview

Supreme Wrestling Federation fans, welcome to a new decade! 2010 begins with a bang on Tuesday night, as the reprecussions from the last exciting year in SWF history continue to take effect! With Eric Eisen now sitting atop the Supreme pile after months of intense build-up, which of his nemesis', former champion Jack Bruce or spurned pawn Rich Money, will be looking for immediate revenge?

Speaking of Jack Bruce, the former champion and the 'Man Under Pressure' will be in-ring, fighting Paul Huntingdon. The snobbish blue-blood may seem overmatched here, but considering he's a former Tag Team Champion and has a variety of tricks up his sleeve, you can't count him out. Also taking into account Jack Bruce's exhaustion from Christmas Clash, he may not have an easy time of it!

The SWF North American title will be on the line as "Big Money" Brandon James looks to continue his tear through the roster, with the lovely Emma Chase at his side, as he defends against one of the most unorthodox superstars in the Land of Supreme today, Jungle Lord.

In undercard action, we're sure to see an entertaining match between Frederique Antonio Garcia and Robbie Retro. With two of the most flamboyant personalities on the roster, there's no way this contest can't be fun.

The SWF Tag Team Championships will also be on the line, as Akima Brave and Kid Toma, the Samoan Wildboyz, attempt to put their recent change of heart into action. After winning a number one contendership on the last episode of Supreme TV for 2009, they get their shot against Jack Giedroyc and Valiant. These two men have only been the champions for a month, and this is their first challenge. Will they be able to hold onto the belts, or will the new attitudes of the Wildboyz help them to victory?

Enforcer Roberts will fight Steve Frehley, as the badass looks to continue his push back to the SWF World Heavyweight Championship. However, the Enforcer has never been an easy obstacle to overcome and will look to clamp on his infamous RCT. Still, aside his match, will Frehley have something to address about the man he's been having issues with since November, Vengeance?

Finally, in Main Event action, the SWF's very own "Iron Man" will step into the ring, mere weeks after feeling the wrath of Marat Khoklov. Saving Gregory Black from an undoubted death sentence, it was instead Faith who recieved a choke bomb through the announcers table from the Russian Giant. Still, on Tuesday Faith will prove why he's one of the most legendary figures in the sport as he steps into the ring with the always pretentious Squeeky McClean. Squeeky had a great 2009, and is one of the backbones of Supreme. Will he be able to capitilise on Faith's fragile state? Tune in on C.A.N.N on Tuesday to watch Supreme TV live

Supreme TV Card

Paul Huntingdon vs. Jack Bruce

SWF North American Championship - Brandon James (c) vs. Jungle Lord

Frederique Antonio Garcia vs. Robbie Retro

SWF World Tag Team Championship - Giedroyc & Valiant (c) vs. The Samoan Wildboyz

Enforcer Roberts vs. Steve Frehley

Christian Faith vs. Squeeky McClean

Predictions are of course welcome!

[TakerNGN74]

Paul Huntingdon vs. Jack Bruce
Squash, plus Jack Bruce is just so awesome!

SWF North American Championship - Brandon James (c) vs. Jungle Lord
Brandon James should have no problem retaining

Frederique Antonio Garcia vs. Robbie Retro
this match is kind of a tough call, I am not a huge fan of F.A.G. so that is why I have decided to vote against him

SWF World Tag Team Championship - Giedroyc & Valiant (c) vs. The Samoan Wildboyz
The Champs will retain as I don't see any titles changing hands on your first show

Enforcer Roberts vs. Steve Frehley
Could go either way but for prediction sake will go with Steve Frehley

Christian Faith vs. Squeeky McClean
This match I would say would probably end up more like the Jack Bruce and Paul Huntington match. However I am willing to give Squeeky more of a chance than Huntington.

[Shmoe]

Thanks to both of you for your predictions, if anyone else has got any, feel free or just any feedback in general.

Normally I wouldn't do this shameless bumping type o' thing, but I just also wanted to say a huge thankyou to whoever deemed this worthy of a five star rating! Hopefully that means I'm making a good impression and whilst I don't feel worthy of the 5*, I will do my best to one day live up to it!

[Tigerkinney]

Paul Huntingdon vs. Jack Bruce

The upset will be teased due to Bruce coming in to the match 'exhausted' but in the end you aren't going to job out one of your biggest stars to a lower end midcarder.

SWF North American Championship - Brandon James (c) vs. Jungle Lord

Routine defence for the former Big Cat.

Frederique Antonio Garcia vs. Robbie Retro

F.A.G is actually one of the most under-rated people in the Cornellverse, and has some pretty solid stats, especially for someone in a Pop based fed like SWF. I've not really ever seen anyone turn him into a star but to me he has more potential to 'break out' than Retro.

SWF World Tag Team Championship - Giedroyc & Valiant (c) vs. The Samoan Wildboyz

Don't see any of the titles changing hands on the first show either

Enforcer Roberts vs. Steve Frehley

Roberts has more than likely settled into the gatekeeper (from midcard to main event) role and Frehley has already worked his way past Roberts in the SWF pecking order.

Christian Faith vs. Squeeky McClean

Faith may be getting on, but I still see him being treated as a big deal in the SWF and thus I see him pulling out the win here against Squeeky McLean.

[smurphy1014]

Paul Huntingdon vs. Jack Bruce

SWF North American Championship - Brandon James (c) vs. Jungle Lord

Frederique Antonio Garcia vs. Robbie Retro

SWF World Tag Team Championship - Giedroyc & Valiant (c) vs. The Samoan Wildboyz

Enforcer Roberts vs. Steve Frehley

Christian Faith vs. Squeeky McClean

[Shmoe]

Live from Mayor Street Arena; 15,000 sell out in attendance!

Announce Team:

BOOM! BOOM! KAAAABOOM! Within seconds Mayor Street Arena is lit up to the rafters with pyro as the first Supreme TV of the calendar year is underway! All the Supreme loyalists are in the crowd, holding signs supporting their favourites and condemning their hated, but everyone is going nuts! We settle on the three man announce team of Peter Michaels, Duane Fry and Jerry Eisen.

Peter Michaels: Happy new year everybody! Even though we're coming to you one day late, this is the new years celebration for 2010 from the Supreme Wrestling Federation! I'm so happy you could join us, with me as always I've got Duane Fry -
Duane Fry: A pleasure as always, Peter.
PM: And our newest addition to the table, Jerry Eisen.
Jerry Eisen: Great to be here!
DF: And it's great for all our fans to be here, for a night that's sure to lead us to some revelations considering the shocking events of the past months!
PM: Events that climaxed with your brother, Jerry, defeating Jack Bruce for the SWF World Heavyweight Championship only two weeks ago!

As is the norm with professional wrestling, the announcers don't have much time to finish their discussion, as the Supreme Screen jumps to life, blaring out the theme music of the one and only -

- Jack Bruce! The former World Heavyweight Champion comes out from the Crippler Position, and the entire crowd goes into a frenzy as officially North America's biggest babyface takes on an entirely different look. Normally a vibrant, care free rock star, Bruce now looks entirely serious as he walks to the ring, but still finds time to slap the hands of a few lucky fans (I'm a poet, huh?). Ana Garcia hands him a microphone as he waits for the noise to die down.

Jack Bruce: Ladies and gentlemen, normally I would come out here, and I would ask if you're ready. I would come out here and I would play air guitar, and I would show off my shiny, coveted World championship. Now what's the problem with this picture?

Bruce glances down at his waist, disappointed, as the fans know what he's trying to say.

Bruce: Because you see, two weeks ago at Christmas Clash, after near nine months of constant pressure, my quest against Rich Money was proven to be not quite the case, as then 'King Nepotism' reared his ugly head. EISEN!! You screwed me over, and you made me take it out on an innocent man. Just so you know, from tonight onwards ...I'm gunning for you. But right now, that's not what it's about. Oh no, dear viewer, I'm here to make amends. Rich ...I want you to come down here.

There's a few moments of awkward silence, as the fans wait. Bruce seems to accept that nobody is coming, but then Rich Money, to a huge response does push his way through the curtain! As he makes his way to the ring, he doesn't give away for a second how he feels.

Bruce: Look, Rich ...I know I was wrong to assume that you were behind all the bad things that happened to me like now. You've gotta admit, with a name like 'Rich Money', it was hard to suspect anyone else.

The joke doesn't go down well with Money, who continues to scowl at Bruce.

Bruce: But you've got to know, it only went that way because that's the way Eric played it. Eisen used both of us as pawns, playing us off each other so he could swoop in and take my -

Rich Money: Save it, Bruce. Because of your assumptions, you cost me winning the one thing in my life I've wanted more than anything else. I've had the money, I've had the women, I've had it all ...except the World Heavyweight Championship. Sure, Eisen planned on it ...but he also planned on you being stupid enough to believe it.

Bruce: I know, and I made a mistake. He fooled me, and I'm gonna come out and say it. But I'm also gonna come out here and say that I apologise, and I hope we can put it behind us and work together to get Eisen back ...

Bruce reaches out his hand towards Money as the fans pop for it. Money only takes a split second to look down at Bruce's hand before looking back.

Money: It's going to take a lot more than that to make me think I can trust you. You want your belt back? Do it by yourself, and then I'll take it from you.

Money drops his microphone and walks straight from the ring, leaving Bruce dejected in the ring.

PM: Our former champion tried to make amends with Rich Money right then, his nemesis for the majority of last year, but to no avail it seems?
JE: When you have a war that intense, it's going to take more than a handshake to solve.
DF: That may be one of the most logical things you've ever said, Jerry.

SWF North American Championship
Brandon James (c) w/Emma Chase vs. Jungle Lord

Solid action here to open the wrestling proceedings of the night, although not as good as perhaps hoped from these two hard hitters. Strangely, Pat Deacon seemed to mention "Big Money" and his manager Emma Chase have poor chemistry; despite the fact they've been together since 2008. Still, it's a tough contest with both men throwing insanely hard shots at each other, and finesse is a word these two can't even spell. Jungle Lord actually looks to have the dominant Big Money on the ropes for a brief few seconds, even measuring up for the Call Of The Wild (a flying knee strike off the second rope), but the sultry Ms. Chase manages to intervene herself long enough from Big Money to throw the wild man half way across the ring. Lord gets back to his feet, and gets drilled with the Big Money Move.

Winner: Brandon James in 8.40 to retain the North American title.

After that, we cut directly backstage where the self proclaimed 'Can't Miss Prospect' Marc DuBois is standing by, and still apparently wondering what a razor is.

Marc DuBois: My name is one that, by now, should be synonymous with not only the Supreme Wrestling Federation ...but with wrestling itself. Why that hasn't happened, I couldn't tell you. I am the 'Can't Miss Prospect', and my day is coming. Alas, the hierarchy of this company obviously don't want me to come to the attention of the world. Maybe they're afraid Hollywood will come calling - in more ways than one. Politics or no politics, I'm here to tell you this: 2010 is a new year, and a year you will always remember as the year Marc DuBois rose to prominence.

DF: Is it just me or does that kid get more annoying each time he opens his mouth?
JE: I must say I disagree with his accusations that the company is holding him down.
PM: You would say that, Jerry. Your last name is the reason why, before you ask.

Frederique Antonio Garcia vs. Robbie Retro

You would think putting a guy in a pink feather boa who practically plays a homosexual in a comedy based match with a white guy with an afro who dances around to 'Disco Inferno' would be a good idea. It was not. The audience hated it, and it was horrific. I know both of these guys can do better, and the match itself wasn't bad ...but it was an education on what the SWF fans in these new days expect. At least I know I won't make the same mistake again. The less said about it the better, except that FAG pinned Robbie with his feet on the ropes.

Winner: Frederique Antonio Garcia via pinfall in 6.39

Angry Gilmore is all ready to go, and despite his namesake, is looking quite docile. He stands somewhere backstage.

Angry Gilmore: For all of the things in this world, it really takes something special to make me angry. I mean truly, deeply angry. I'm going to share one of those things with you: LOBSTER WARRIOR!!!

Suddenly, Gilmore practically turns on his axis, snarling and almost foaming at the mouth.

Angry Gilmore: I won the Burning Junior title in Japan. I've won accolades around the world. I came to the SWF years ago, hearing that this is where the best were, this was where the elite professional wrestlers would test themselves. And what do I find?! I find some JOKE, dressing up like a crustacean!! I find the fans actually supporting this, then supporting WRESTLING!! Well I -

Before Gilmore can continue, he turns and his eyes meet that of

The Warrior himself, kitted out head to toe in his big claws and his mask/helmet/thing. The fans pop as Lobby smiles at Gilmore, which only serves to anger him further.

Lobster Warrior: Oh evil doer, when will you learn? Your anger only serves to drive people away from your purpose! I am a noble warrior of the ocean, this is why the people rally around me!

Gilmore: YOU'RE NOT FROM THE OCEAN!!! GOD DAMMIT WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!?

Warrior: I may be half man half lobster, but if you think I can't fight, you're sorely mistaken. Why, I was the personal appointed bodyguard for King Neptune's daughter. Ariel, redhead ...she was pretty hot.

Gilmore: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! Listen to me, Lobster Man ...next Thursday, When Hell Freezes Over? I want you in the ring, and I want to embarrass you live on Pay Per View. You man or lobster or whatever enough to take on that?

Warrior: I am both man AND lobster enough! Only you're the one that'll be embarrassed, but for now - LOBSTER WARRIOR AWAYYYYYY!

With that, he's gone. And with that, Angry Gilmore looks like his nice bald head is about to implode. There was no way this angle was going to be anything except pure awesome with a healthy side of win.

PM: That was ...odd.
DF: How long have we been working here, Pete? You should expect this by now!
JE: I've only been on the Supreme TV team for few weeks and even I know we're only a week away from a rageaholic and a lobster having a brawl.

The World Tag Team Champions stand backstage, and cut a promo on their match tonight and on being the Tag Team Champions. Meanwhile, Dawn The Cheerleader and Hannah stand behind them looking hot. That's it, honestly.

SWF World Tag Team Championship
Jack Giedroyc & Valiant (c) vs. The Samoan Wildboyz

With both their managers at ringside, Giedroyc, newly gruff and beardy, which must be what Dawn likes, and the clean-cut as ever Valiant look confident and happy to be walking out as SWF Tag Team Champs. The Samoan Wildboyz on the other hand ham up their new ****y personas. Akima uses some high impact offence to start wearing Valiant down, and the high flying tactics of Toma keep them off guard, but it's when Giedroyc gets into the match things start to take shape. He dropkicks Toma out of the air mid cross body block, and slides out of a Samoan Drop. As Akima turns, Giedroyc comes Crashing On for the three count.

Winners: Giedroyc & Valiant in 8.05 to retain the Tag Team Titles.

DF: And a great first defence for our Tag champs there!
JE: I thought the Wildboyz' new attitude might have given them the edge here.
PM: Well it seems it actually harmed them. Bit too arrogant, a few too many chances taken perhaps?

Backstage, Joe Sexy (who has a name that looks increasingly ironic each year) slueths the corridors, looking dapper as ever. Suddenly, his eyes brighten as he sees his target -

Emma Chase, the super-agent. She grabs a coffee and goes back to crunching some numbers as Joe approaches.

Joe Sexy: Evening, missy. Looks like that's a whole bunch of fun.

Emma looks up, sees it is Sexy, scoffs, and puts her head back down. Deterred not, Sexy pulls up another chair.

Sexy: Emma, you know and I know this isn't your idea of a good time. Personally, I think we both have the same idea if you know what I mean ...

"Big Money" walks into shot, freshly showered from his earlier title defence and staring Sexy down. Sexy bolts upright so he isn't potentially caught by an assault unable to defend himself.

Brandon James: What the hell are you doing here?

Sexy: I don't understand what you're game is, having a lady like that doing your finances. There's a little "crunching" of our own we should be doing.

Big slapstick wink. Emma rolls her eyes.

Emma Chase: Brandon, forget this clown. We've got more important things to deal with, like getting you to the top of the SWF.

James: No, this over-the-hill punk wants to go, he wants to hit on you? She'd only break your heart, Joe. She's too good for you.

Sexy: I never met a woman who was too good for me yet, "Money". Besides, I've broken my fair share of hearts.

Chase: I am right here, y'know.

James: I suggest you get out of here, right now.

Sexy: That ain't happenin'.

The two are at a Mexican stand off, when overhearing this is none other than -

The Boss, Richard Eisen!

PM: Eisen is on TV?! What's he doing here?!
DF: I have a feeling we're about to find out!

Richard Eisen: Hello Brandon, Joe, Emma.

All three don't know quite what to make of this.

Richard Eisen: What? The creator of The Land Of Supreme isn't allowed to walk around? Well here's a wake up call, I'm in charge here. And seeing as it's a new year, I plan on setting a new authority in this place. It's out of control, and I won't see a bunch of testosterone filled b*tches run it into the ground! That's why next week at When Hell Freezes Over, if you two have been having such problems, Brandon, you'll defend your title against Joe Sexy!

The fans pop as both Brandon and Emma look irritated, but don't want to say so as, after all, Richard Eisen is back and he looks to be on the warpath. Richard just smiles.

Richard Eisen: Ahhh it's good to be the boss.

JE: My father just laying down the law, Mr. Eisen to you!
PM: Well we haven't seen the boss on regular TV since he led the Supremacists all the way back in 2004.
DF: Since then the Land of Supreme has got a little crazy, maybe Eisen wants to restore some order?
PM: It's never that simple with Richard Eisen.

Jack Bruce vs. Paul Huntingdon

This time in front of the fans Bruce is a little more livewire, but you can see the fatigue on his face. Despite his new shock of blue hair, he's still clearly feeling the effects of the massive pressure he suffered at the hands of a sneaky Eric Eisen. Huntingdon meanwhile, while not looking threatening, does look fresh. There look to be points in the match where the Blue Blood looks to take advantage, but Bruce relies on his superior fighting instinct to get him through tough situations. Paul does nail a nasty DDT and actually gets a two count on the former champion, and freaks out at referee Ric Young. Karma comes round to bite him in the ass as the "Man Under Pressure" is back on his feet. One New York Minute later, and the victory is swift. Both men impressed in this match, with facing one of the best obviously raising his game.

It's not over yet though, as Jack Bruce asks for a microphone. Still breathing heavily and clutching at his side, Bruce gasps into the microphone:

Bruce: Now, I've been through a whole lot of crap this past year. Tonight you saw that Rich won't even forgive me. That's one thing, and that's his choice ...but I have to be able to forgive myself, and to do that ...I think I need my title back.

Pop.

Bruce: Eric! I want my shot next Thursday, I want it one-on-one and I want it fair! No more of your in-the-shadows, no more pawns, just one-on-one, you getting your ass beat!

It doesn't take long for Eric Eisen to answer the call, a smart black dress shirt on and dress pants to compliment his new, bulkier physique. Eric wears a scowl on his face, but more importantly, the SWF World title over his shoulder, which he subtly, but clearly, flaunts in Bruce's direction.

Eric Eisen: So you want a shot? Next Thursday, When Hell Freezes Over?

Bruce: You got that right.

Eric Eisen: Interesting ...why would I want to give you one, again?

Bruce: Scared I'll take it all away so soon?

Eric Eisen: I'm scared I'll hurt you with the state your in. Look at you ...you couldn't even work it out, all the clues I dropped last year, and you were still strutting around the SWF, blaming Rich Money. It's your fault you lost this title, I was lucky enough to be the mastermind behind it all.

Bruce: Eisen - stop dancing around it, stop ducking me. Give me my shot.

Eric Eisen: Psh, if you're that desperate Bruce, fine. You've got it, but you're a shell right now. Just don't be disappointed when I walk out of When Hell Freezes Over with this belt still around my waist. Bruce, you could be a multi-platinum selling rock star, or a hundred time champion but there's one thing you've forgot: You're not an Eisen. I am.

DF: Woah, that's going to be a barn-stormer! Eisen vs. Bruce, next Thursday at When Hell Freezes Over!!
PM: You've got to think, Duane, where does that leave Rich Money?
JE: That leaves him not in the title match?
DF: That's right Jerry.
JE: I did it!

Remo, newly looking all 'Franchise Player', cuts a promo where he says he'll put out an open challenge for When Hell Freezes Over, because everybody who gets a direct challenge says no due to fear. Remo scowls and readjusts his sweet shades as he says whoever is brave enough is still stupid, because they're going to get destroyed.

Enforcer Roberts vs. Steve Frehley

Frehely comes to the ring looking intense as always, as the crowd bop along with his theme music. Enforcer Roberts as always looks in focus behind his porn star mustache. What follows is some extremely solid but not spectacular action, with both men trading shots, with Frehley's explosive offense countered by the vast experience Roberts has. Roberts tries to lock in the RCT a few times, but Frehley always powers out of it. Roberts clocks Frehley with a devestating looking right, but it just looks like it pisses Frehley off. Frehley explodes with clotheslines and a powerslam, before gutting the Enforcer with the Dark Destroyer Spear for a 3.

Winner: Steve Frehley in 13.14 via pinfall.

Frehley isn't done in the ring, though. Putting his shades back on, the Dark Destroyer is hulking. He manages to find a microphone and looks up all around the arena.

Steve Frehley: So ...2010? The more things change, the more they stay the same? It's true, yo. Because even though we're here in this new year, I still can't shake some crap that's been going down since last year. Vengeance -

Jeers, but yet some cheers for the SWF's resident Vigilante.

Frehley: I'll lay it out like this for all of ya. I like kicking ass, and I like doing it straight forward. Vengeance, that big scary punk ass, decides that since November he'll play some mind games with me. I got no time for mind games, I only got time to beat down and take names! So Vengeance, either you face me like a man, or you leave me the hell alone and let me focus on regaining the World Heavyweight Championship! So what's it gonna be vigilante?! Huh?!

Nothing.

Frehley: I'll take that as you'll leave me alone. Shame. Would've liked to Spear you to hell, but -

Lights out! The fans scream in anticipation as the lights in the New Mayor Arena stay completely obsolete! The cameras manage to pick up Frehley, still stood in the ring, fists clenched, when a spotlight clicks on out of nowhere, pointing towards the rafters of the building where, lo and behold -

VENGEANCE!! The man that has terrorised the roster of the SWF for two years with his 'unique' brand of justice stands up in the rafters of the building, simply looking down on Frehley. Frehley yells for Vengeance to come down and fight, but Vengeance simply grins, the gears in his head turning. Slowly he nods from side to side 'No', smiles once more, the lights cut out again.

When they come up again, Vengeance is gone.

JE: Does Vengeance get creepier by the week, or is that just me?
PM: The man is certainly enigmatic and even more than that, dangerous. The main question being -
DF: What exactly does he have in store for Steve Frehley?

Christian Faith: Supreme fans, I'm going to tell you something you already know about me tonight; I am a simple man, of simple tastes. I like my motorbikes fast, I like my beers cheap and I like my fights fair. No two ways about it, that's how it's always been. Still, seems everytime I turn around there's somebody threatening my way of life and, in fact, my life in general. I understand why: I've been headlining this company for decades now, I'm the icon that can still go. I'm the "Iron Man".

The fans pop huge for Faith, still the undoubted face of Supreme. Faith smiles to himself slightly, acknowledging the fans love for him and, in return, his for them.

Faith: Marat Khoklov. All I did when I stopped you from decimating Gregory Black last month was standing up for the Supreme Wrestling Federation and its fans. I was defending our very way of life. You seem to want to take that personally, not that I speak Russian. If you feel that way, so be it, it's personal. You may be the biggest, the most threatening superstar that's ever been here in Supreme. I would know, I've seen 'em all. But each one of them, they've come and gone. If you look back in the history books, Khoklov, you'll see a list of giants in this company. And nearly every last one of these Goliaths met a David in me. The bigger they are, Khoklov, the harder I make them fall. All I, and these fans need is a little -

"FAITH!"

Christian Faith vs. Squeeky McClean

This one gets underway at a speedy pace, with Faith, despite being 43 years old, wrestling with the vigor of a 33 year old. Squeeky though remains characteristically solid and doesn't give Faith that much space to move. Squeeky actually manages to lock in the Stain Removal early, but Faith fights out of it before any serious damage can be done. Squeeky continues to wear down Faith with holds, as Faith's legendary resilience comes into play to keep him alive.

Faith eventually manages to fight back and lights up the crowd with his classic Faith Hammers, and drills Squeeky with a tornado punch, dropping him to the ground! McClean is right back up on his feet and ducks another punch, taking Faith to the ground and trying to lock in the Stain Removal once more, but the Iron Man kicks Squeeky off, who colides with the turnbuckle! Squeeky turns around - right into a LEAP OF FAITH! Squeeky drops to the ground as Faith drops down and hooks the leg - 1 ...2 ...3! All in all, solid - but kind of expected more out of these two.

Winner: Christian Faith at 18.27

Faith gets to his feet and has his hand raised by Darren Smith, but doesn't get much time to celebrate.

PM: Oh jesus no!
DF: Faith is tired, but we know he won't back down! Get out of there Christian!

But the Russian Goliath is already on his way down to the ring, as Faith looks over half-defiant and half-defeated. Still, he clenches his hands and raises them in fists! Marat steps over the top, and Faith immediatly starts firing off punches as hard as he can, but they do nothing to effect Khoklov, who simply keeps walking towards Faith. Faith stops punching for a second, giving Khoklov a split second to grab Faith and throw up backwards, over the top rope! Faith hits the ringside mats hard, but knows he's not safe on the ground, so stands up, but he stands right into the boot of the Giant! Faith is reeling as Marat then lifts Faith to his feet, before brutally headbutting him! SWF's biggest icon stumbles backwards, a slight trickle of blood running down his face.

JE: This is horrible!
PM: Just one headbutt from that animal Marat Khoklov and Faith has been busted open ...the man is a beast!
DF: That he is, 7 feet tall, near 500 pounds - he's practically unstoppable ...

And Marat proves Duane Fry's point, as he tosses Faith head first into the steel ring post. Faith flops to the ground, almost unmoving now, but Khoklov isn't done. Grabbing Faith by the neck, he hoists him from the ground straight up into the air, choking the life out of him! Faith tries to fight for a brief few seconds, before starting to go slowly more limp. The fans jeer and try and will their hero on, but Khoklov is too strong a force. To cap it off, still with Faith held 7 feet in the air, Khoklov slowly but purposefully walks over to the announce table ...

PM: Oh God no! NO!!

Unfortunately yes, Khoklov snaps his hands down, choke bombing Christian Faith onto and through the announce table! The table, still with TV monitors and all the other items attached, implodes as Faith hits the floor below with a sickening thud. The announcers stand back in horror as Marat simply looks down at the broken body of Christian Faith, towering over him as the credits for this episode of Supreme TV roll.

Overall Rating:



C.A.N.N Rating: 7.72
UK Broadcasting Secondary Rating: 0.19

[The Shape]

First of all, and I hate to focus on the pictures, but they're just so pretty...digging Eisen's new suit. And I haven't seen that Brandon alt before...it looks amazing. Really suits the character. There's still remnants of crazy in his current pic.

Anyway, onto the text. Finding it interesting that we've started at the same time and yet are nine months apart, gonna be great to see where you go with everything. I've done exact Frehley/Vengeance segments like that before lol, good way to keep them apart. And I enjoyed your Lobby promo, the Gilmore angle could be another similarity between us.

Can't believe that FAG/Retro rating, did you book it as a comedy match and the fans really not take to it? As a normal affair without bad chemistry it'd have to get something at least in the D range (was going to say higher then remembered Retro's overness starts a lot lower than I'm presently used to having it, haha).

lol at the boss just being like "yeah sup."

And lol at Khoklov's theme, very interesting, not going for the menacing loud rock type song, the idea of him coming out to that is brilliant.

[Rathen4]

Holy crap, that Khoklov alt is awesome.

Loving the slant you've put on things here, the presentation stands out from others really well.

Keep it up.

[Shmoe]

First of all, and I hate to focus on the pictures, but they're just so pretty...digging Eisen's new suit. And I haven't seen that Brandon alt before...it looks amazing. Really suits the character. There's still remnants of crazy in his current pic.

Ahaha, they are pretty huh? Any pic that is done for me and my diary specifically, like the Richard Eisen alt and more to come, is pure jhd1. It's been said by numerous people, but the man is a genius with alts and his selflessness is admirable, really. The Brandon alt I believe was a J Silver invention, and it is God damn fantastic.

Anyway, onto the text. Finding it interesting that we've started at the same time and yet are nine months apart, gonna be great to see where you go with everything.

And I with you, good sir. Obviously you've got more characters already established in your head and are probably more organised than I am, because I'm terrible at that. So for a while I'll probably be flying blind, but I have ideas of where I want to end up.

Can't believe that FAG/Retro rating, did you book it as a comedy match and the fans really not take to it?

Exactly. I remembered they put in comedy matches, and I was like HEY, that sounds like something the SWF would do! It said it didn't live up to fans expectation of the product or something ...I can't really remember. All I know is that I live and learn, and won't be booking a "Sports Entertainment" match for a good while.

lol at the boss just being like "yeah sup."

Haha, wasn't sure how that would go over. In my head though, the way I envision Richard Eisen is practically, he does whatever he wants. I'm glad you (I assume?) liked that.

And lol at Khoklov's theme, very interesting, not going for the menacing loud rock type song, the idea of him coming out to that is brilliant.

Again, I'm glad you picked up on that. Ironically, I was looking around for some slow, screamo rock song to sell menacing, and I couldn't find anything. Then I watched an episode of American Dad where a Soviet guy moves across the street, and the Soviet National Anthem was used in it, and all I could think was how awesome would it be seeing a 7 foot Russian march out to that? Thanks for your feedback Shape, I really appreciate it.

Holy crap, that Khoklov alt is awesome.

Loving the slant you've put on things here, the presentation stands out from others really well.

Keep it up.

Thanks Rathen! The Khoklov alt is awesome, but I'm afraid I can't take any credit as the fantastic jtlant, who I believe did it for our other alt Godfather jhd1.

As for your feedback, thankyou kindly. I like to think I'm establishing my own spin on SWF as we've already had epic opus from Papa, NoNeck and we've got other promising works from Shape and in the near future I believe Casey, so I hope I can seperate mine from the pack, not as better but as ...different.

Thanks to you both!

[Rathen4]

Our alt makers really do kick arse.

Also, I missed out on the predictions and that sucks. I don't have a huge amount of time to read diaries here- if there's any chance you could PM me when you put up predictions for people to do I'd be uber grateful!