New Jazzy Order (half shoot included)

The Follow message is being posted via Jazzamaniac's Anonymous--note the notorious plug (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jazzamaniacs/):
Well it looks like lil Mikey has kept something under the back burner while I was away.
He has his little relic, the remains of an old establishment. But lemme tell ya somethin', brother, those forums are GONE, man! They're out...a mausoleum has been erected so you might as well bury the past, brother.
I mean if you're trying to resurrect something, why not bring back a classic like WWACO?
Actually that sounds like a challenge.
How about first you take this C.L.A.M. or whatever it is and lets start ourselves an interfederation free for all...brother...
Let's make it one for the ages and when it's all said and done, when the gimmicks are as cliche' as the Shwinn bike you ride to the Seven-Eleven on, when the last one standing is holding up the title, THAN...brother...can we get this party started (shirt ripping begins here). Because I, and allllll the jazzamaniacs have had enough of this seperate world business brother. If mac mahon can unite the wrestling world than I can get all these wanna-be Jazzamaniac's together and create one helluva league.
So show me what you got brother and I'll match you tit for tat for clam for slit. Now think about that because ....
WHATCHA GONNA DO when the Jazzamaniac's and the NJO run wild on YOUUUUUU......
brother

[story posted below is a sample of a mixed match I'll have posted shortly on ---wait for it, here comes the plug....wait you can feel it comin...oh ya--http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jazzamaniacs/]
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Bonus

Janet had been working for Roger Clark, attorney at law for going on seven years. She worked twelve hour days and ran the office with the efficiency of a german sadomasochist but not once in her tenur was she ever rewarded for her efforts. On the last night of a class action law suit which Roger Clark claims to have wrapped up single handidly--as Janet hears him boast through the door of his office--she snaps the pencil in her hand with the fury in her heart beating out like a stampede.
She waits until the bastard hangs up the phone than bursts through the door, folders in hand that she had to get his signatures on are thrown at his face while he sits smugly behind his large cherrywood desk.
"You sunuvabitch," she spits as Roger is flustered by the pages plastered across his lap. "You wouldn't be anything without me. I'm a paralegal staff, secretary and wife all thrown into one package!"
Roger had to admit she was one hell of a package, despite the intese work hours she put in, Janet still found time to keep her body in trim shape. A fiery red head of dominating stature, Janet was 5'10" with a mane of curly red hair that resembled an autmn sunset. She always wore tight, revealing attire to work--although always professional suits and skirts that were a bit too revealing--because she knew Roger enjoyed them as did his clients. But she was tired as being referred to as "the babe at the front desk." Janet pointed a red nailed finger at Roger and threatened to walk out if she didn't get a raise she was so richly deserved--after citing her numerous years of dedicated service.
Roger's face turned from shock to calm, he knew he couldn't possibly go on without Janet; he was all flash in the courtroom but essentially she ran his business. He stood up from his chair and loosened his tie, feeling that same butterflies in his stomach the way he always did before he presented a major stroke in a case that would either put him under or win him a tickertape parade.
"I understand, Janet. You don't feel appreciated and while I hate to let you go...I simply can't afford to give you a raise, you see?"
"You lying bastard," she swore and walked around his desk until she was chest to chest with him. Her somewhat firm 36C breasts were prominently hidden behind a form-fitting black cashmere sweater, a wool pleated skirt that rid up her thighs and held tight against her firm ass matched the ensemble along with devastatingly sexy three inch heels and skin toned stockings. She always knew Roger got a kick out of watching her wear sexy underwear, she always did it not just to simply tease him or provide a chance for some sexual harassment suit but in the hopes that maybe one of their late night prep sessions would lead to something a bit...more.
But now she was ready to rip his mousse'd hair from his young head, Roger was only 27 while Janet still resembled a girl much younger than her mature age of 36.
Roger undid his navy and gold suspenders--from Brooks Brothers--and stared Janet straight in the eye, expulsing any fear that may linger in his face.
"I tell you what Janet, if you want a raise so bad how about you fight me for it?"
"You're serious, aren't you?" Janet asked, somewhat taken aback.
Roger began unbuttoning his $300 dollar shirt, a gift from Janet last Christmas actually, and stated he was dead serious.
"I don't want to lose you but there's no way I could see my way of *giving* you a raise so how 'bout we fight for it...right here in my office."
"So what, if I beat you I get a raise and if I don't..."
"Than you must forgo a month's salary for this little uproar of yours and sign a contract committing to a five year commitment where you would work for the pay of an indentured servant, since that's how you see yourself."
Janet was furious but saw her boss's chiseled body as he took off his shirt and couldn't surpress a tiny gasp. She had no idea he worked out so much.
"I want five thousand a week extra, considering what I do for this office it's tantamount to what a staff would equal to and I'm all that rolled into one."
Roger grimaced but held his ground. "Alright, five grand a week extra IF you beat me, my darlin--."
Janet sucker punched Roger in gonads, silencing his slick talk and making him hobble back into his desk.
"You bitch! So that's how you want to play," he swore after sucking in sharp intakes of air.
He looked up to see Janet also removing her clothes, she took off her sweater to reveal a lacey black bra by Victoria's Secret, it gave her already ripe breasts the perfect clevage enhancing. She unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it revealing a matching garter belt and thong.
"What are you waiting for, lets go!"