Art Sandusky

I was feeling him a year ago to an extent as the monster enforcer dude in Evolution. It just took that Wrestlemania promo of Orton's where Batista didn't even say a word to get us all to truly notice him.

I must watch my Smackdown tape when I get home just for the Batista stuff. Their saying he'd be there made me want to watch Smackdown for the first time in a good while, as opposed to me meaning to watch the tape so I wouldn't be in the dark when going to the sports bar for the PPV.

You can't really force anyone to start a thread. Caring was involved.

I didn't start it, he did. He cares too. That's two people to your one. DOMINATION

I care. I'm someone.

One of these days, I will happen across one of the two females on the planet who is absolutely enamored with beatboxers. How more don't see that all that mouth control translates into other things will always escape me.

The talk about Austin/Rock prompted me to watch their Wrestlemania XIX match last night, and in retrospect it was really really good. Not good in the technical "good match" sense, but there was a shitload of character buildup over years and years that went into it and The Rock was absolutely perfect in the build and the match itself in conveying the overriding storyline. Really more of a drama that happened to involve fighting. Then again I was drunk when I made all of these observations, but today I still think it was everything I saw last night. Rock realizes that he's now in a position as a bastard heel to be vicious and mocking and do all the things he really couldn't do before (or wasn't capable of in their Wrestlemania XV encounter). The whole match has Rock using Austin's tactics (modified for a heel) to beat Austin to no avail, even going to the degree of putting on Austin's vest, but that only emboldens Austin's refusal to lose and he kicks Rock's ass some more. When Rock finally has Austin in a position for the People's Elbow, he just kinda stares down at Austin on the mat with a feeling of "this has looked like sure victory before, but hasn't worked yet" hesitation, and he's right as he whiffs on the elbow. Finally for the second one he sheds the vest and nails it, but again the elbow STILL won't get a pin. So he Rock Bottoms Austin, who kicks out. This has happened before, no biggie, so Rock just lies in wait to hit the second which should by all means win it for him and it fails again. Now Rock just stares at Austin and wonders if he can ever beat the guy who always got the best of him and knows this is the final shot he has in the biggest rivalry of the entire Attitude era, and it all needs to be laid to rest (their rivalry, their time in the sun, the whole Attitude period) with a final victory and professional vindication. He's extremely on edge and doubting it'll work and doesn't trust himself to be able to withstand another Stunner so he waits and waits for Austin to turn around, and keeps adjusting himself so Austin won't have any chance to react once it's locked in. Even when he has Austin prepped for the move he waits another second that pretty much says "if this doesn't do it, nothing will" and nails it for the pin. That's how I saw it anyway.

They're there and all, and there on a consistent basis, but damned if I can remember anything the guy has ever said and can't always predict that each post will be equally immemorable.

Vince is so awesome.

Perfect.

As is ever saying I have a fucking accent. Fuck that redneck shit. (watches wrestling)

I'm drunk.

I thought it would be fun and games, instead it's all the same.

Pff, whatever. I feel like banning you just for making such a contentious comment.

Captain of Outer Space is the second best poster ever.

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If the boss sits there and accuses you of stealing, of not having the right motivation, dont just sit there and take it, hit the fucker in the face.

If it were to be called anything by your description, it'd be a Communist school, which would be on the completely opposite end of Nazism. Really? I know the Nazis considered themselves socialists, which I thought was pretty close to communism. Called themselves the National Socialist Worker's Party so as to try and sway people from the very strong Communist party in Germany at the time. I'm tempted to transfer to this college and do a massive heel turn after gaining their confidence, blowing up the gates to the place (yes, the place is walled-in) and leading everyone to the outside world.

I couldn't really get into it. I couldn't get into any of the Invasion-era stuff because everything was so fucking chaotic. I felt like I'd slipped back into 1999 again.

Fuck the haters, that HHH entrance at Wrestlemania XVII was the first time I ever looked at the guy and said "that's a fuckin' superstar right there." That feeling wouldn't have been there without the live band. Credit for worst performance at a Wrestlemania goes to Drowning Pool singing, and I quote the announcement, "the story of the main event" or something to that effect.

Orton will have to go over. He's already on thin ice as a future massive star (top three in the company for years to come as they originally intended), and to lose a huge match after talking loads of shit and beating each legend he's been against AND getting rocked by Trips for the last five or six months would kill him off for a looooooong time, if not to the point of no return.

Asshole, now everyone in the college library is staring at me.

I like that HHH/Rock Iron Man match the same as before (which is to say I loved it), but I actually get pissed more than disliking it becuase there was such a good one-on-one contest going on that had the crowd and home viewers totally freaking out and then it showed that the WWF had a doctorate from Overbooking U.

Oh, Vince being out there was key mos' def as far as showing Austin's desperation to win and keeping with him saying in interviews that he wanted the title more than anyone could imagine, but the effect was stunted by the crowd still popping for the win. Not any fault of the people involved in the match, but it loses the "holy shit, he's willing to do ANYTHING, even enter into a pact with his most hated enemy" aspect when the crowd is cheering like nuts. EDIT: It might be unfair to say the crowd affected the match quality, but ratings are all relative to the person anyway. It simply killed the gravity of the situation for me.

I remember that Raw with Motorhead, so you're not nuts. It was just really forgettable, like the time Union Underground played the Raw theme live. I mean, you hear that music before and after every commercial, as well as at the beginning, so why the fuck would you do it during a segment as well?

The sloppy-ass sharpshooters killed it for me in terms of being the match of 2001 (although it's probably my #2 to be honest). I thought initially that they were both busted and exhausted so it would make sense to not cinch it in solidly, but then it would make more sense to just sit on the other guy's back and wrench it. Way less effort than standing up, and all effort can be put into applying the pressure as opposed to diverting some for continuing to stand up. Also, from where Vince comes out until the end of the match, everything just has a very akward feeling about it (and a ref bump in a No DQ match?). Besides the final sequence and the sharpshooter segment, it's intense as fuck and you can tell both guys are just busting their asses at the peaks of their careers in front of a ginormous crowd. It still gets me hype as fuck to watch the video for the build and seeing both guys walking to the ring because the atmosphere was THAT insane.