Corey_Lazarus

Angle, Booker, and Cage? Maybe. I've had a few friends that are WWE fans through and through that have checked out TNA due to Angle, Cage, and Booker (more so Booker, actually), but nobody is going to tune into TNA for more than 5 minutes to see Nash and Hall. My girlfriend is completely turned off by Nash since he has let his actual age show, double for her mom (who doesn't care for wrestling anyway, but used to like Nash in '98 or so), and nobody I've talked to who watches wrestling gives two shits and a fuck about whether or not Nash is on TV. The belief that ANY "established" name is a draw is bullshit: said "established" name must have a reputation for being consistently entertaining. Otherwise indy shows headlined by Honky Tonk Man vs. Doink the Clown would be doing massive amounts of money. I'm not going to argue here, really. It makes sense to have fans that don't know about lower-card wrestlers in second-rate promotions ask about former main eventers from the biggest company in the world, and even tune into said second-rate promotion to see former main eventer. But, at the same time, if you were to tell them that Jeff Jarrett is with TNA...and runs it...you'd likely either get a "who the fuck is he?" from newer fans, or a "wow...he sucks" from older ones. Double-edged sword with this one. If it makes it worse, then that proves that the booking team behind TNA has no idea what they're doing. A good booker can take shit and make it at least LOOK like gold. Cases in point: Heyman and Sapolsky. No company has been fucked over this year and last like Ring of Honor has with TNA pulling out main event level talent (Samoa Joe, LowKi/Senshi, Homicide, AJ Styles, and Christopher Daniels) and losing one of their biggest stars to WWE (CM Punk). This happened constantly to ECW during the Monday Night Wars, with the most famous raids taking Public Enemy, Chris Benoit, Dean Malenko, and Eddie Guerrero in 1996, Raven in 1997, The Sandman in 1998, and then Mike Awesome (while ECW World champion) and Lance Storm in 2000. And both Heyman and Sapolsky found ways around it. They built new stars up. They've rewarded talent that has been loyal. They've built an international name with companies around the world trading talent. Say what you will about Heyman's business abilities, but as far as booking goes he's one of the best. And Gabe Sapolsky has been proving for the last 3-4 years that he knows what he's doing by giving the RoH fans what they want: an alternative to what you will see on Monday (and now Thursday) nights. There's a reason to bring in older, more well-known names, but there's a line that should not be crossed where you push somebody simply because of success elsewhere at the expense of talent that the fans who have supported you since day one have told you time and time again they want to see. Samoa Joe was entirely right in his shoot, and he has every right to be pissed off when somebody who was getting a bigger push than he was - without even having set foot in a TNA ring in years - decided to take their ball and go home. If he gets fired, then so be it. If he gets buried, then so be it. I'm sure Joe is well-aware of the possible consequences of his actions.

Well, it'd have to be stuff that I couldn't find anywhere else. Out of print tapes, specially made custom tapes, DVDs that are no longer going to be produced and that might have been pulled from shelves, etc. Sooooooo... 1. Hard Knocks: The Chris Benoit Story Simply for the quality of the matches therein. Since it's especially no longer in production, and I doubt many wrestling fans would probably not want to give it up simply because of the prior fact, I'd grab it and fucking run. 2. ECW Heat Wave '98 Their finest PPV, from top to bottom. Say what you will about Anarchy Rulz '99 or Hardcore Heaven '00, but this show smokes 'em both. I once had a copy that was taped directly from PPV, so all of the between-match promo's and videos and theme music were still 100% intact, but a friend in middle school stole it, the fucker, so I had to grab the Pioneer VHS that's been clipped to shreds outside of the matches, opening ECW theme video, and a couple of entrances (just the one for Dreamer/Sandman/Spike in the main event, actually). I'd still save it, though, because the card was not only flat-out solid, but it's also rare due to the unlikelihood that WWE would ever release it in full as its own event, and it also marked when I started to become more of a smark towards wrestling. 3. RoH comp It's of the first year or so of RoH, and features a lot of the great matches had between LowKi, Christopher Daniels, Bryan Danielson, Doug Williams, Homicide, Samoa Joe's debut, and more. It was made by somebody here, I forget exactly who, for me about 2 years ago, and served as my introduction to RoH. It also had a bonus match of Kobashi/Hansen, the one where Kobashi attacked Hansen as he was making his entrance and the two just basically brawled at ringside for the majority of the match. Irreplaceable. It's one two tapes, but most DVD sets are more than just one disc, so fuck it.

...please tell me died of head trauma...or went crazy and did himself in...I NEED to make the obvious joke(s)...

...I listened to Evergreen Terrace this morning...and liked it...I feel dirty...fucking posi-core hippie-punks...

Because Furlong had/has a BAD heroin addiction. All of his best stuff was when he was 10-20 (T2, St. Elmo's Fire, Pecker, Animal Factory, Detroit Rock City, and of course American History X), and T3 was...what? '02? '03? Furlong was into the heroin, man. Nick Stahl wasn't (although he should've been, considering his highlights are Disturbing Behavior and Bully). There ya go.

Is it just me, or is watching the old ECW Hardcore TV episodes proving more and more how great on the stick Stevie Richards could be? I didn't really get into ECW until a week or two before Heat Wave '98 (amazing show to start at), and at the time I wasn't even watching wrestling, so looking back...wow. I know it's been said that the neck injury really fucked up his career, but damn if I don't believe that entirely now.

Song of the Year: Municipal Waste - "Born to Party" (mostly due to the "MUNICIPAL WASTE IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP" chant at the end, which is how they end their shows) Video of the Year: Municipal Waste - "Headbanger Face Rip"

Terminator series - James Cameron (you know, that guy who FUCKING CREATED IT and gave us an amazing action movie in the first one and an even better action movie with an underlying theme of human hope in the second one) = fuck off and die. T3 sucked balls outside of the last 15 minutes or so, so I can't see how the rest can be any better.

Fuck, I watched this last night and the part where Michaelangelo tries to do the anti-drug talk cracked me up. I was laughing for ten minutes straight. And where the fuck were the rest of the Ninja Turtles anyway? Did they run out of money to hire the voice actors who did Raphael, Leonardo, and Donatello? It seemed odd just to have Michaelangelo there. Most especially (and obviously) since Michaelangelo portrayed the stoner stereotype of teens. Leonardo was the jock, Donatello the nerd, Raphael's filled with teen angst...

I actually used this quote to explain to my friend Chris why I prefer Time Crisis, House of the Dead, Area 51, and similar shooting games over Point Blank and Police Trainer. He didn't get it. And he's almost as big a film geek as I am within our circle of friends.

Hopefully, lest me girlfriend be adamant about having it her way (like she was with Thanksgiving), my schedule will go like this: Breakfast at mother's/sister's (depends, each year it's different) Lunch at her mother's Dinner...probably her dad's. I don't like him, and he doesn't like me, but I don't see why we wouldn't see him on the most important of holidays.

You lose, American asshole.

Mass Transit came about because it was a match between the Gangstanators (John Kronus and New Jack) and the team of D-Von Dudley and...I think it was meant to be Axl Rotten, actually. But before the show, Axl (or whoever was actually meant to be D-Von's partner) couldn't go for one reason or another, and Heyman was in a scramble to find a new partner for D-Von. Enter Eric Kulias (I do believe that's his last name), an obese 17-year-old who said he'd been training with Killer Kowalski as a way to get into the ring. Before the match (this is courtesy of the Forever Hardcore documentary, via comments mainly from New Jack himself, Blue Meanie, and Kid Kash), Kulias - who wore an MBTA uniform as his ring costume, hence the name "Mass Transit" - was allegedly being disrespectful to the other three participants in the match, coming up with spots for them all to do that would make him seem like a bigshot in his hometown. During the match, Kulias told Jack that he was too scared to blade himself, so he asked Jack to do it for him (big fucking mistake right there), and Jack - who had brought a surgical scalpal (sp.?) to the ring, not an Exacto-Knife like reported for the longest time - obliged...big time. He cut Kulias very deep and very wide, supposedly such so that you could see the white of his skull, and Kulias bled a ridiculous amount. This incident caused ECW to lose a few TV deals, as well as momentarily cancel their PPV deal. Years later, Kulias and his father brought forth a lawsuit against Paul Heyman, New Jack, and ECW for injuries sustained that night, which was thrown out after years of being stuck in courtroom bureacracy due to Kulias constantly contradicting himself during his testimonies. The moral of the story, though, is that when you're a rookie, you need to listen to the veterans (according to Kid Kash, New Jack, and the Blue Meanie). The TRUE moral of the story is to never let New Jack blade you when you're not tight with him like the few who are (ie. Rob Van Dam and...nobody else I can think of, really).

My girlfriend's cat's name is Shelby Smith Beercat Davis. She answers also to Beast, Pussbag, Schmitty, and Meow. For fun, I like to call her Schmitty Schmitty Black Nose, and my girlfriend calls her Scmitty Kitty Titty Fuck.

Sarcasm aside...it is. His two finishers, the RKO and the Concussion Kick, focus on the head. Most of his offense is directed at lessening bloodflow to the brain and softening the head and the neck. So...how is he not using psychology by having an offense primarily focused on the head? I'm not saying Orton is some outstanding ***** match calibre worker these days, and I don't think he ever really will be, but he's a lot better than most people are willing to give him credit for.

Mine could be a lot better. My mother was diagnosed with breast and lung cancer earlier this year, and had a tumor in her brain about the size of an orange, so I've been trying to get closer with her. But the years prior made it sorta hard, since we were almost always at odds (different life views, incredibly different sense of humor, and we both have short tempers). I've been getting along with her more and more since even before we found out she had cancer, and I've been doing my best to get together with her since moving out with my girlfriend in mid-February. No, that's a lie, I could do a lot better, but it's hard to work 7:30-4, get home and then go pick up my girlfriend, make dinner, do dishes, groceries, etc. etc. My dad and I get along about as well as his dad and he do, which is cordially but not that friendly. Again, different life views and short tempers, but we do share a similar sense of humor (I still hold a family record for being the only relative to make him laugh out loud in the last 5 years). He doesn't care at all about music, and I do a little too much. We both loved ECW, though, with him going nuts over the Sandman and Rhino while I was always cheering Tommy Dreamer and Jerry Lynn. I get the feeling that he feels as though I sorta forced him into abandoning certain hopes and dreams he had in order to provide for myself and my sister, but that doesn't make a whole lot of sense considering he was married to my mother a year before I was born, they were dating for a few years prior, and he was turning 28 when I came out. Of all of my family members, outside of my nieces/nephew/2nd cousin*, I get along with him the best. I also admire him for working multiple jobs and careers to make sure my sister and I were fed, clothed, and able to indulge in certain things most people don't get. The man bought me my first two electric guitars, my first decent amp (a Marshall combo I recently sold), and he and my mother got me my first car. But, most of all, I admire him for raising my sister, who isn't biologically his. He fell in love with my mother, and then raised my sister as his own. Big kudos to him. My sister...is a troll. If you go to my MySpace and click on .::MEG::. in my top friends, not only will you see she loves Avril LaVigne (which is odd because she got me into Metallica, and bought me the CD that changed my life musically, that being White Zombie's Astro-Creep 2000) but that she's also a 5'2" (if even) bitch with a grimace on her face most of the time. We fight a lot, mostly verbal, but we've also always looked out for one another. The one physical fight I remember us having, the last one, was when I was 10 and she was 17 (and I was already as tall as her), and it ended with me throwing her down the stairs. Ah, good times. She sorta ruined my teen years, though, because she was your generic "party girl" in high school: sneaking out to go to parties, cutting class to get high, going to school hungover, always ALWAYS fighting with our mother, etc. So when it came time for me to be in high school, I wasn't even allowed to go over my sXe friends' houses (keep in mind that I was sXe for half of high school) most of the time. I couldn't really go to concerts even if I had the money, and my mother always thought that I was on drugs because my sister usually was when she was my age then. But still...she's my fucking sister, and we get along pretty damn well. Ah, the *. Well...I have two nieces, with another on the way (my sis be preggers again), and a nephew, but only the unborn and the younger niece are actually related to me. My older niece and my nephew, 13 and 12 respectively, are my sister's ex-boyfriend's, who is a major fuck up. My nephew has something wrong with him, Steph thinks it's a form of autism (he doesn't talk right, often makes awkward jerking motions during moments of high-stress, doesn't get out much, and excels at most of what he does) because she works at a daycare and has had a few autistic kids in her care, but the kid knows his shit. He wrestles me all the time and is pretty damn decent when it comes to submission holds, and is a fucking MASTER at any video game he plays. Throw a game in, give him 5 minutes, and he'll figure everything out. Old, new, 8-bit, 3D...doesn't matter. My older niece is a little bitch now who hangs out with little hooligans in my town's equivalent of the projects, and she's extremely disrespectful to my younger niece, my nephew, my parents, and my sister. My younger niece is adorable, but I can tell she's going to be a bitch just like my sister is. Still, she's young, so hopefully she isn't. As for my second cousin...well, me and him used to be like brothers. He's 16 now, so there's a 5 year difference, but whenever there'd be a family function, we'd seek each other out. Rough housing, shooting the shit, just hanging out. It's like talking to one of my friends half of the time, only with less references to Adult Swim and poker. Kid's, like, 6'3" or 6'4" or something ridiculous, which makes sense since his dad is 6'2" or so, and his mom is my dad's cousin (my dad's side of the family are relatively tall, all around 6' or so for the guys and 5'7" or so for the women). But the fucker has at least 5 inches on me! And he's only 16! SHIT! Sooo...yeah. I sorta have a close one, trying to keep a handle on it and stay involved, but it's hard to either due to disagreements and arguments between myself and my parents, or everybody's just busy. This year is also the first Thanksgiving I have away from my folks, so it's going to be kinda hard on my mother, but there's always Christmas.

True, it is, but so is wearing spandex underpants just to grab somebody in a headlock. It's not as silly as other aspects of wrestling, and considering professional wrestling could more under "performance art" than it can "professional sports," I don't see why an athletic commission should be able to MANDATE anything outside of safety precautions (EMTs, an ambulance, etc.).

Best one is definitely part 4. Then part 1, then the animated Toxic Crusaders movie, then part 3 and then part 2. Part 2 is horrendous to the point where it's unwatchable, and the changing of Toxie's chick's name from Sarah to Claire was a boneheaded move made fun of in Toxie 4.

Actually, I'd say get '06. It has faster gameplay than '07, though the inclusion of Ultimate Control grapples in '07 is very nice. The GM mode in '06, the first GM mode, is still the best, as you can have two people feud without worrying about their face/heel alignment or the awful, awful storylines (something I felt hurt it irreparably in '07). Plus, it has a little more moves than '07 does, and a roster that includes Angle, London, and Tajiri.

Exodus - The Atrocity Exhibition: Exhibit A Where Shovel Headed Kill Machine left off, Exhibit A picks up. If there was ever a question that old-school thrash bands just didn't have it in them anymore - Slayer slowing down significantly, Metallica being awful since 1989, Megadeth showing only slight signs of a return to Rust... form, S.O.D. disbanding for the "final" time - then Exodus is here to punch that notion square in the jaw. I know this reads like a horrible album review...and it is...but if you're a fan of thrash metal, or even just metal, or even remotely heavy music at all, do yourself a favor and pick this up. Gary Holt is a pleasure to listen to on the guitar, Rob Duke's vocals improve over his debut on Shovel..., and Tom Hunting's drumming is spot-on. Also, there's "banned" artwork on the inside cover, with the image being similar to the beast from Pan's Labyrinth has eyes in its hands than the cover that made it to stores, so that's a treat. Skinless - Foreshadowing Our Demise The second album from these masters of death/grind sounds just like it: a band still stretching their wings, still experimenting with their own sound to make it as unique to them as possible. What follows is 9 tracks of unrelenting brutality, with plenty of amusing samples at the beginning of each song to both help distinguish them and remind the listener that even the heaviest of metal has to have a sense of humor. It's this last fact that is addressed via the songs "Tug of War Intestines," "Merrie Melody," and "Pool of Stool." The band asks its fans to always have a sense of humor, and in turn they reward them with wonderfully chaotic death. Cannibal Corpse - Eaten Back to Life The band's first LP. And it shows. Not quite to the days of blistering technical precision that Tomb of the Mutilated ushered in, but long before the act began to wear thin by Gallery of Suicide (fuck anybody that doesn't love Vile), this album serves as a link to what late 80's death metal was, especially in the US: heavier than thrash, with times both just as fast and much slower, and an overall atmosphere of gritty violence, much like the 70's exploitation horror films that gave Corpse much of their lyrical motivation. And the best part? Chris Barnes' burp-growl was still fairly decent, though not to the calibre that it actually was at its peak (The Bleeding). With classics like "A Skull Full of Maggots" and "Born in a Casket," this album serves as a vivid reminder of where death metal came from and what it once was: unrelenting sonic ferociousness that used technical ability only when it required it, throwing melody out of the window to offer a (once) truly unique sound.

Yeah. In hindsight, my parents really let me watch a lot of shit at a young age I probably shouldn't have been watching. I remember being able to recite Aliens and Terminator 2 line-for-line when I was 7. Only, of course, I had to bleep myself...especially when it came time to talking like Hudson in the MedLab when they're coming out of the ceiling...hahaha. Though it's funny, because at the same age I wasn't allowed to watch The Toxic Avenger, when the violence was faker and language not nearly as harsh as the movies I was allowed to watch. Oh well. Just made me love Toxie and Troma that much more as I got into my teens. Edited for accuracy.

They get together and realize that blood happens in real sports where contact is even a remote possibility, and that people react to blood. Since wrestling relies more on the body than the special effects, unlike movies where using fake blood in a hidden bladder blown up via remote squib is the regular choice, I can see how they go "okay, so, stick the razor blade here, drag it to there, and voila." Anybody that says that blood has no place in wrestling needs only to watch 'Taker/Brock from No Mercy '02, and realize that the match wouldn't have been NEARLY as impactful if it weren't for the bladejobs of all three men involved (Brock, 'Taker, and Heyman).

I dunno...the AnkleLock does seem as though it's legitimately fairly easy to reverse. As opposed to something even like a Fujiwara armbar, where the applier's weight is across the victim's back while they torque the arm. Something must be said, though, as to how built up Angle has made it when he sits down and grapevines the leg while doing the AnkleLock, considering that means that the move is ON and the match is OVER.

When Abyss first debuted as Kid Kash's "monster beneath the stairs," he was doing a perfect job of mimicing both Kane AND Mankind. Then something happened. He wrestled AJ Styles. A lot. And had a lot of good matches. With various opponents. Once it was shown that Abyss was a good worker, and the Sabu feud DEFINITELY helped push Abyss over the edge, most fans stopped caring that his gimmick was a rip-off of two more popular, more successful gimmicks. I'd like to see some, I dunno...sensical storylines involving Abyss and Rellik and James Mitchell (who deserves so much better than to just be the manager of a piece of shit like GolDustin Reignnels) that turn into bloody brawls. But yeah, that's something that can be said about all of TNA. The sensical storylines, I mean, not necessarily the bloody brawls.

But J is the 10th letter...that part of the code doesn't make ANY sense...though X is one letter ahead of Y, and the 9th letter (I) is one letter ahead of the 10th (J)...so X29 = Y2J using that reasoning.