The Amazing Rando

Then wait a few months... I haven't planned anything out yet, but I know the various directions in which one or both of them can go for storyline purposes.

my guess was that it was on him like an odd cock ring...right at the base of the shaft and around the balls... that's a smaller circle there and would create QUITE the problem as they wouldn't be able to be pulled off because of the balls in question. It would just squeeze everything together and push it out away from the body...like fever junk, only a shitload more painful, especially if any hair got caught in the lock.

Ring of Glory...home to the most over flaming bush since Rico.

I'm sure it was tight enough to NOT completely harm his bloodflow and yet was still too tight to be able to fit around the balls.

I'm his Papi. ...why do you think i'm going to be at Summerslam?

Yeah, Cena's from the hood!! Him and Pete Gas used to stay up till like 10 PM and shit and get CRANKED, yo. Cena was so hardcore he used to steal the baseball cards out of other kids bicycle spokes. And you don't even KNOW about all the tough times he had in preschool! He was stuck in a closet during hide and seek for two years! Nobody noticed, they just thought they couldn't see him, yo! Yeah, BOOOYEEEE. He came out of that closet and the giant hand me down Fighting Artichokes jersey he got when he was born had just started to fit right, and he just brushed that shoulder off, gave a shout out to his Peeps (it was Easter after all) and then crip-walked his way home cause his knees were cramped up from the closet, yo.

"...to the capacity crowd of TWELVE!"

It doesn't. That's the Big Bang Theory. (Yeah, I know there are other theories about the origin of the cellestial universe, but none of them are coming to me right now)

How does the virus get in the petry dish? Do creationists claim that God created all viruses at the beginning of time? Have there been no new viruses EVOLVE into existence during our lifetime? While I'll acknowledge that "God created evolution" is a good compromise, that's not what the "intelligent design" bandwagon wants. They want to cast doubt on evolution, not show how it can exist side by side with creationism. Most people I know who believe in evolution, also believe in God. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> It seems that it's pretty much a bell curve as far as who believes in what. There are a small comparable percentage of people that believe ONLY in creationism, a small comparable percentage that believe ONLY in evolution, and then there is the large and vast middle ground, which lies somewhere in between, believing varying pieces of both ideas. The problem is, it seems the extreme creation/evolution people are the loudest, with the creationists slightly louder on the whole. It always surprises me how much press things like this get, because it is quite irrelevant on the grand scale of things. Since it's INSANELY doubtful that one theory will ever be totally proven, it's just hot air being blown around in the hopes that the opposition will tire and they can claim victory and have the knowledge that their idea is "correct" because the other side just wanted some quiet. Had I dealt with this in my school, nothing else that year would have been done, cause every single day would have been a huge debate. The Science vs. God debate is almost as hard to talk about and deal with as The A Word, though more people seem to be open to telling you about the former than the latter. Also, the A Word, as far as I know, doesn't have churches devoted to it.....yet.

It is more the fact that, because of them screwing up years ago, they undeservedly beat the hell out of some people and were jailed. The younger, taller, quieter one had/has always dreamed of wrestling, and saw the jailing as their "just desserts" for what they did wrong. Also, they are converted hindu, and so while their hearts are in the right place, sometimes they do make mistakes, hence why Matthew seems to come off as a bitter shithead some/most of the time. The entire poor/homeless scenario is slightly farfetched, I'll grant that...but I liked the idea of them just kinda going with the flow. It's one of those "heart in right place" type of things. Hopefully tomorrow's show will help explain things a little bit better. I try not to openly consider them hindu or call them by that name, it's just a small part of their backstory.

It’s been a long few days between Madison Square Garden and the Hershey Park Arena, but the Walters’ brothers got there, and early. They sit alone outside the closed up amusement park, staring past the gates at the chocolate wonderland as security rides past, checking them out along with a hapless SWF cameraman, whose wobbly motions behind the lens seem to indicate his disapproval of being called out for duty so late. “Who told you?” Matthew asks the cameraman, whose inaudible respond leaves Matthew sighing to himself and shaking his head. “They always have to be watching us, don’t they? What is the point…” Next to him, Devon lays across a bench, his long legs hanging off the edge as he looks to be trying to sleep. Matthew pulls a small piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolds it, taking a moment to read through it in the parking lot light before turning back to the camera. “It seems they decided my brother would be facing….Martin Hunt? I am not very familiar with this guy, and apparently neither is my brother. We talked about this on our way down through Pennsylvania and neither of us are too sure exactly what we will be doing Wednesday night.” Matthew crumples the paper up and tosses it toward a garbage can, almost missing. Devon stirs and rolls over, his back now facing the camera, apparently trying to sleep. “Why does my brother have to fight this guy? Give me some good reasons! What did he ever do to us? Do they think it’ll be entertaining? Is that it? Do they think it’ll be fun to watch two people mindlessly attack each other, all for the thrill of victory? Well let me say this…there is no thrill in victory. This camera right now can look into my eyes and the eyes of my brother and know that with victory, there always comes a price. It may be the price of pain in the body of the defeated. It may be the price of bloodshed, of insanity, of having to walk away from a destroyed man and hear the cheers of a crowd that could give a damn how the lives of anyone involved are affected! How would you feel, Mr. Cameraman, if I stood up right now and beat you until you could barely walk, and tomorrow you went to your bosses crying and complaining and all they could say was ‘well, he sure kicked your ass!’? You wouldn’t like that too much, would you?” Matthew stands up, eying down the cameraman as he moves closer and closer. His anger seems to be growing with every step. The camera shakes and moves backwards, trying in vain to retreat. “STOP!” The camera stops, still slightly shaking. Matthew gets close to the lens. “You wouldn’t like to be laying face down in the middle of this parking lot and have security drive past here and cheer me or worse…ignore you as you lay here unconscious! You wouldn’t like that at all! I can see that fear in your eyes, the same fear that would be in anyone’s eyes if the possibility of no one caring about them existed. We all look for attention, don’t we, Mr. Cameraman? You would do anything, even come down here in the middle of the night with your little camera, if it meant your bosses might give you a raise or a promotion, or treat you just a little better than before! Well I don’t look for that kind of approval and neither does my brother. We look for balance, not recognition. We look for harmony, not the cheers or jeers of the crowds. We look to make it known, that as long as there are people out there making the wrong decisions in life, they are going to have to deal with the consequences of those actions!” Matthew turns his back on the camera and walks back over to his place on the sidewalk next to the bench his brother sleeps on. “So come Wednesday night, it seems Martin Hunt has a choice. He can call it all off, he can walk away…no harm, no foul…or he can look into my brothers eyes and attack, knowing full well that once he does…there is only one choice for my brother to make… …and whether he, or anyone else, likes it or not…that is karma... ...Now shut that thing off, I’m going to sleep.” With that, the camera slowly fades out as Matthew lays his back against the concrete, staring at the stars as the scene goes to darkness.

Well, R-Bomb sent this bad boy to me over AIM...took FUCKING FOREVER... but it was worth it. I can't describe it, at all...and that may be a good thing or a bad things. It's not exactly a technical masterpiece, or any sort of masterpiece, but for a first try it's commendable, though no Clerks.

For Walters... I got Misawa. For Clark... I got Mutoh ... suffering from multiple personality disorder INDEED.

I just went back and watched the "Tell Me A Lie" video...which was for his collapse against Owen Hart, I think. As fake as it was, it's still one of my favorite things ever.

Michaels is going to need earplugs...he's going to get the SHIT booed out of him.

I wanna see Hogan do a kip up......ONCE.

Lost smile REFERENCE!

Sounds more like Orton. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Okay, it might come out to a horrible bass beat, pause, walk a few more feet, pause, trip, enter the ring, pause, pose, brush shoulder off, pose, pause, jog six feet, pause, miss a punch, pause, miss a punch, pause, nearly trip when aiming for a punch, pause, fall over with a clothesline, pause, brush shoulder off again, pump up shoes, pause, five knuckle shuffle, pause, pose, pause, F-U, pause, pin, win the match, pause, pose. end show...in his family.

WWE doesn't seem to know how to create good faces any more. Guys like Austin were popular because they were counter-culture and cool, not because they were nice. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Are you saying good guys can no longer be nice? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> No, but having a wanna be Will Smith Summertime video where you're bbqing isn't gonna help. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> He should have hit his friend with a trashcan and ran like hell.

I saw an episode of No Oppertunity Wasted where a guy wanted to become a wrestler in 72 hours, and one of the judges at the Wrestling School(I forget the name) in Massachusetts was John Cena Sr., so Im thinking that wrestling just might run in the family. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Nah...but it might stumble, fall, and break it's back in his family.

I was away from my TV. Were Edge and Lita in there fucking? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yeah, RIGHT...like Lita would fuck in PUBLIC... Sheesh...what kind of girl do you think she is anyway?

He's about as hardcore as My Little Pony, at this point. Or the Huggle Bunch. Raaaaaw.

...cause he's got bling, boi.

"Dude, she fucked all the guys in OMEGA while I watched." "Dude, she fucked my dead burnt parents...AND had an orgasm....with my MOTHER."

Shhhh...that's logic, and that's BAAAAD.