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I concur. RoseyCane get consistent crowd approval, even on Heat. Not only that, Hurricane at least sells merchandise. JinCade are so inconsistent, their audience response wavers between utter silence and disheartening "boring" chants.. And when was the last time you saw a fan wearing one of the jolly green giants' mugs on their t-shirts? And they're the ones that are going to WMXX?!? There are times to be patient and keep fishing, and there are times to cut bait and try something else. JR needs to learn the difference between the two.

Maybe they'll have an interpromotional feud with dueling Ace Crushers, ala RVD and EDDY~! with their frog splashes. That, unfortunately, would be the last sign of the Apocalypse, so be careful what you wish for.

Or pick a new move, since everyone and their mother uses some sort of Ace Crusher as a finisher.

Wasn't Iron Fist white? ::unwittingly opens yet another can of debate over racial authenticity::

I thought it was more of a big melee where everyone is in at once. They can definitely have high flying moves all over the place, since it's not battle royal elimination rules. I foresee the quintessential train wreck spot where each wrestler ends up doing a high-flying manouever to the outside, one after the other. And Shannon Moore will be the first one pinned. Or maybe Funaki. I also think we might see Spike Dudley cross over to SD! as a surprise entrant. Not that I want it to happen, but it's a possibility. Unless he's injured, of course.

Survey says: Pervert. What's worse, he's a pervert with power and money. That's a sick and sordid combination. I hope he never has granddaughters.

I always thought wCw used smaller rings. Regardless, Kidman is definitely bigger now than he was back in wCw. Much more upper body mass.

Can you imagine the irony of it all if this woman had been Jewish? Oy vey!

Was his reputation all that bad to begin with? I don't recall hearing any stories about him throwing tantrums or expressing discontent about his position.

[Clarence from Robocop] Bitches leave. [/Clarence from Robocop]

That's somewhat true. Every time Orton's on the screen, my gag reflex acts up.

In other news, Ric Flair spells his first name without the "K", contrary to a plethora of homemade signs at live WW_ events all across the country. Source: www.nothingshappening.net

Turner Classic Movies showed Raging Bull last night, uncensored and everything. Jake was all "Did you fuck my wife?" and Joey was all "Did you fuck your mother?" and I was all "Fuckin' A!!!" I only caught about 20 minutes of it because it was close to 2am, but damn, I hope they show more movies like that.

Because we all know, if there's one thing FBG needs, its more money. I've forgotten him already.

Too many to choose from. And the way the music industry has churned out wave after wave of shitty "songs" for the past decade or so, the list (not to mention my loathing of humanity) keeps growing. If I had to choose, I'd say either Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry Be Happy" or UB40's "Red Red Wine". I've had to flee department stores and supermarkets because of those muzak horrors.

Probably Bob Holly, who has to get to each arena on a Vespa. Now that's hardcore!

I say the biker look with that crazy wide tie is the way to go. And I'd love it if he would stop talking, too. ::also not looking forward to one more year with 'Taker::

That's what I thought after watching it. It just seemed like the writers were trying a little too hard to be as shocking as possible without getting down to crafting a unique or believable tale. Throughout the entire viewing of the film, my mind kept going back to this thought: Lock Gregg Araki and Vince Russo in a room. Give Araki some crystal meth. Give Russo a box of doughnuts. Give them both a Cliffs Notes version of Larry Clark's Kids and a checklist of "bad things that teen girls do" (e.g. shoplifting, smoking, cutting, going out with "bad boys", gateway drugs). Instruct them to write a script hitting all points on the checklist, and make sure that the videography is "edgy". Tell Araki to omit any of his trademark B-level black humour. Tell Russo if he can write 200 pages by morning, he'll get a part in the movie. This may seem like an overly simplified, cynical and sarcastic view, and it's probably not even totally consistent with my opinion of the film, but I couldn't help feeling like something about the story rang a little too false, contrived, derivative.. something. Maybe Tracy went bad a little too quickly for my liking. Maybe Evie was a little too slick for a thirteen-year-old. Maybe all the "adults" were either too conveniently dysfunctional (parents) or didn't care enough (teachers) for this transformation to have happened under their collective watch. Maybe I just can't stand teenagers and their giggly, cocksure egocentricisms. I'm not sure. All I do know is that toward the end of the film, I was praying for Tracy to kill herself. Don't get me wrong; I thought the acting was great. I just don't think the material they were given was all that good. One glaring example was when Tracy uttered "I can't even remember how to spell 'photographer'." WTF?!? Was that her "moment of clarity"? Was that the eye of the storm where she started to see the maelstrom her life had spiralled into? Was that a hint of humour to cleanse the palate of the previous hour's horrific scenes? I just can help but feel that this revelation would have played out better if some vestige of the old, real Tracy had been in the sleek, tricked-out model throughout the film. That would have made her hitting rock bottom all the more believable. So sue me.

Seems to be you need a big ego to survive in this sport. As long as it doesn't hurt your fellow athletes and interfere with the big picture (aHHHem), I see no problem with his voicing his opinions as to how his career is being affected. All in all, I don't really buy a lot of these "reports" regarding the locker room jealousies and such. Most of the time they contradict each other week by week.

What's up with his ex-wife's name(s)? Christeena? N'keigh?!?

His daughter is seven, according to this article from the Salisbury Post in North Carolina.

Goddamn, that Styles Clash looked hellacious. Who's the guy taking it, and how do I forward the floral arrangement to his next of kin?

I don't think he's a good enough actor to pull that gimmick off. He'd have enough of a hard time getting rid of the Southern drawl. He should just become HHH's towel boy full-time instead of just doing it sporadically when they cross-promote PPVs.

Semantics, yes, but that doesn't mean it isn't true.

Exactly. Too bad that gimmick couldn't work anywhere else, considering he's 5-foot-nothing and would look ultra silly trying that shit with anyone considerably taller or bigger than him. And not for nothing, Curry, but your sig pic makes me want to either rent LiT again and watch it seven times in a row, or buy the DVD, even though I'm holding out for a post-Oscars Super Special Edition.