Styles

Sadly, none of that suprised me... Oh, and how about this (from the post on his website): Well, isn't that special?

Obviously a lot of the bands I dont have I have heard a lot of and will eventually get some cds I just haven't been able to up until now. I tend to really get into one band and seek out most of their stuff and then move on. Anyway, for fun here are the ones I own on the list: AC/DC - 3 Aerosmith - 14 Anthrax - 3 Black Sabbath - 2 Dio - 2 Guns N' Roses - 6 Iron Maiden - 22 Judas Priest - 1 Kiss - 2 Megadeth - 13 Metallica - 17 Mötley Crüe - 1 Motörhead - 1 Ozzy Osbourne - 7 Pantera - 2 Testament - 3

That sounds more realistic from what I've heard. The Main Event was much higher than ****. Agreed, it would be ***** in my eyes if for lack of ref bump. Who sets the criteria that a ref bump devalues a match? really, its a small *glitch* in an otherwise amazing match. Oh just minimally. It just ruins the illusion for me. Like, up until that point I felt like I was watching a real match, you know, and then the convoluted ref gets knocked out, wait for someone to run in spot happens and it kind of breaks the illusion. But, yeah I would have no problem with anyone giving it 5. It's personal preference.

That sounds more realistic from what I've heard. The Main Event was much higher than ****. Agreed, it would be ***** in my eyes if for lack of ref bump.

Rikishi/S2H over Bashams/Shaniqua: **1/4 This was a decent enough opener and better than I'd thought it would be too. Knoble over Nidia: -** Incredibly stupid. Let's move on. WGTT over APA: *1/2 I like that they played up Bradshaw's arm weakness, but this was too plodding to be above average. Goldberg/Lesnar Confrontation: I LOVED this. I didn't expect them to go at it like that. I got a kick at of Heyman's high pitch deperate squealing for security too. I was sure Goldberg was done for the night but I guess that was the intention. I also got a laugh at Holly running out and LEsnar's "oh shit, not this guy again" expression. Holly over Rhyno: ** Filler that allowed the announcers to talk about Goldberg/Lesnar. But it was decent enough. Guerrero over Mysterio: ***1/2 I'm going to have to rewatch this one though because I was distracted by a phone call for the first part of it. Just a really good cruiser match allowed to develop because it got time. Chavo looked good here and the ending seemed like a suprise. Angle over Cena and Show: *** I'm a sucker for submissions and mat based psychology so I liked the finish to this one. The way they traded off kept things fresh and the knee bar on Cena's leg worked well as the finish. Guerrero over Lesnar: ****3/4 I've already gloated about how much I loved this match in the OAO thread. It was simply the epitome of a great WWE match to me. They got plenty of time, Eddie took a mehtodical beating from Brock and timed his comebacks perfectly. They were realistic comebacks too mostly focused on the knee. This match had tons of mat submissions that actually meant something. It was great that such an emphasis was placed on them. STFs, cloverleafs, figure 4s, head and arm chokes, rear naked chokes and none seemed like restholds but struggles. I like how they kept going back to them and reapplying them to instead of just forgetting about them. Goldberg's interference was unexpected after he was carted out earlier but since Eddie only got a 2 count it can only be credited weaking Brock and not the reason Eddie won. Eddie did that himself with the F5 reversal into the belt (he lies, cheats and steals!) and the awesome frogsplash where the entire building was losing it. Great, great match and great, great moment. Eddie was estatic jumping into the crowd that was mobbing him and throwing flags at him. I took off for the ref bumps because I hate ref bumps, but otherwise it was a perfect match and instantly one of my favorite ever. The story, pacing, pychology, crowd admosphere and overall work was top notch. So, an excellent main event and 3 other decent matches make this an easy thumbs up. And hey Eddie's going to Wrestlemania XX baby!!!!!!!!!

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Well, I'm sad because he would have made this the most fun Presidential election EVER! Who knows what crazy gravy digging exclamation would fly out of his mouth at any moment!? The debate vs. Bush, you know he'd lose his cool, and Bush would just stand there calmly with a smirk on his face. Anyway, I am relieved in a way though, that there's not even a microscopic chance that this guy will lead our country. Good. And for the record I said it way back when before Howard starting making a public fool of himself, HE'S NUTS!

It is again being rumored that the three hour TNA Bound for Glory PPV will be pushed back from its April 4th date. Credit: PWInsider.com Just call it off, guys. You don't need to do it, and it will likely cost you more money than you'll make. Focus on finding some new venues to tour for your weekly show first...

Whoa, I guess since I'm up, I'll be the first to wish you good luck. You really do a great job of keeping this place sane. We're doomed!!! No j/k Will you at least check in from time to time from a public library or something?

First one is terrible, it DOES look like a girl's shirt. Second one's not too bad, kind of an ugly color though...

I don't believe even ONE word of this story.

Dearly Jaded, we are virtually gathered here today on this internet discussion community to mourn the loss of a great gimmick, rawmvp. A simple poster, rawmvp seeked out advice for attracting the fancy of a young Russian dame in his science class, Natalie. We all came to his aid, giving him tips on how to approach this mysterious creature including Damaramu's lovely suggestion flop your dick out and slap her in the face with it. But, alas, she was quiet, mysterious and aloof, truly an intimidating mixture of sex appeal, shyness and Russianess that kept young rawmvp at a safe distance. Many critisized young rawmvp for his use of large, obtrusive words. He implored us You try getting an A in advanced English at Berkeley. He continued to string along, young Romeo that he was, looking for relevance in small subtle hints. Female precense TSA assured him Holy shit! She waived a leaf in your face, she wants your dick. One by one, their plentiful clan dropped out, leaving just our 2 potential lovers. He began to learn more and more about his future princess. Stardust opined You know her blood type? I don't even know my own blood type, much less my boyfriend's blood type. That's just kinda creepy. He taught us all to go on tangents about Astrology, as Agent of Oblivion educated us on the language of the stars. After what Dr. Tom proclaimed The longest, shittiest courtship in the history of people who don't know what they're doing "Monday" arrived, and the masses got what they wanted to hear... Let me just say that I closed the deal! Not only did he aquire a belle, but as only rawmvp could put it in his own convoluted way pulled off a coup of serendipitous proportions that would even make renowned militaries jealous Tears streamed down their eyes as the two schoolmates who barely knew each other declared their undying love for one another on their first meeting. TSA thoughtfully inquired Who fucking has tears come to their eyes when they kiss for the first time? Natalie even abandoned her "abusive" boyfriend for our hero....well, maybe Well, I guess he wasn't THAT abusive or perhaps not abusive at all; I've never met him so I can't say. We sat, enthralled at the adventures in courtship, young mvp would have, his descrpition of his decor was particularly revealing He opens the door and is aghast to see a young adult adorned in white t-shirt, black leather jacket, black levi's, black biker gloves, and greased hair with a single strand of hair cascading down his forehead a la Scott Hall. The young adult, if you haven't guessed, is me. We met Natalie's jovial Russian father, proud to have his little bushbicka going out with such a fine young man. Prepared to embark on their first date, an unexpected road block occured the car doesn't start because it's out of gas. So what did he do with this quiet, studious, aloof, shy girl? passionate kissing that ensued for what seemed like hours (1.5 hours to be exact). Indeed, to the minute! EricMM contemplated Anyone (anyone) still believe this actually happened? But, his adventures continued. On their next outing, a lovely dinner at the fine Oliver Garden Italian specialty restaurant followed by a romantic evening of magazine reading at Barnes and Nobles, Booksellers, our hero is confroted with a challenge. A nefarious villain that threatened "I'll fucking tear you apart, fuckface." And it was with that threat, that he made THE SPEECH. A Foley-esqe monologue that we will forever remember "You're not worth it, pal...unlike you, I have a little dignity and respect...Barnes and Noble is a silent place, kinda like a library...hell, it is a library except you actually pay for the books; the people here are trying to read in a peaceful atmosphere...if I tried to kick your ass, there would be a loud ruckus, probably involving the devestation of my skull, but you see, it's not the obliteration of my skull that I'm worried about -- I'm a man, I can fucking take it -- it's the loud noise that it would make. It would disturb a bunch of good, everyday-workin' people who come here to take a fucking break from their boring lives. I don't want to break little Jimmy's train of thought (point to some random kid) just as he's about to get to the best part in the latest Harry Potter book" Truly, the tale of Little Jimmy conquered our villain and saved our 2 young lovers from certain doom. Who could forget this young Romeo's romantic escapades, like the time She led me to a stall, closed the door, and swooped upon me like an eagle getting ready to pounce upon a snake. With unbridled ferocity and vigor, she planted her sultry lips on mine as we engaged in a make-out fest of gargantuan proportions. Ruckuses, pandemonium, and commotion ensued as I slammed her into the stall door only to have her use her weight to push me back against the toilet seat. Or, his tremendous encounters of witisism out of a bad teen movie, like the woman who quipped "Honey, relax, the harder you push the worse off you're gonna be...take your time." We all were so happy for him. MrRant tastefully opined The only thing that would make this story better would be if one of you are stricken with cancer We all anticipated the first time a reference to Natalie's genetalia was made. Kinetic predicted Before the end of January, and "delectable, glistening mound(s)." Rawmvp taught us that the key to a woman's heart is pro wrestling we wrestled around like Ric Flair and Ricky Steamboat at Clash VI. I picked her up, put her on my shoulder, and took her to her friend's master bedroom. With Natalie playfully shrieking on my shoulder, I powerslammed her, a la the British Bulldog. Just as I was about to pin her, she grabbed my crotch Who could forget the imfamous sourcream? The dessert of choice for this poor Russian girl. Always thinking, rawmvp presented the processed dairy treat to Natalie This prompted her to guffaw and chortle for what seemed like an eternity No, I have no idea what that means either. Next came the simply delicious food themed sex romp. Imagine chocolate syrup and sourcream smudged on our faces amidst an exceedingly sticky, yet tasty kitchen setting. But there was more. A few minutes later, I say, "Wait, there's more" and take out the boxes of Cheerios and Kix He truly was a master of food-love. But then, at the peak of their romantic encounter, a bombshell would be dropped nearly shattering their beautiful relationship. Jacob. We all were enthralled. NY Untouchable exclaimed Ugh, that may have been one of the most unrealistic ones yet. Munky though, was unconvinced. He was suspicious of our naraator's credibility. 1) How was the sour cream "cool" after having been in your pocket for so long? 2) You say you took the "goodies" out of the bag. Were they in the bag or your pocket? Make up your mind boy. MarvinisaLunatic guessed Maybe they are the individual serving size boxes? Then Rawmvp explained The cereal boxes were of the mini/individual variety. It explained everything. AgentOfOblivion attempted to recreate the magic of rawmvp's storytelling ability and is so fucking funny deserves complete mention here Cracking one's eyelids in hot sand is not a good proposition the morning after waking up from a 6 day meth ride. Natalie was nowhere near me, blood on the sand, my clothes in tatters. Verily, the memories climbed back up my tender gray wrinkles as the sun came together piecemeal on the rocks. My ample pocket space was luckily packed with money leftover from the robbery, a few bottles of water, some beef jerky and trail mix, a compass, a russian phrasebook/bible, matches, a small butane lighter, one 25 cent cigar, a .38 special, a utility knife, 1 box of crayons (64 colors), a pair of flip flops (which I directly put on, stuffing the doc martens in my pockets instead), a coconut, the phone book from a gas station in Tijuana, a Kid Sister doll (Natalie's childhood favorite), seven bags of marshmallows, a chinese food menu, half a bottle of gin, three toothbrushes (stolen), Natalie's sunglasses, and someone's cell phone. I sat down alongside a gila monster, and tried to give her a call. No answer. Ten minutes later as the reptile foamed and hissed. No answer. I started wondering if she'd found someone else. Suspecting every gas station attendant, store clerk, hotel maid, cop, friend, or enemy I had, it was clearly someone from the internet. After all, I'd spilled my guts to them in hopes of encouragement, and it certainly placed me right in the epicenter of my glorious tremor of love. Natalie was still out there, in the wrong gentleman's arms. So here I am, accessing the net from this phone, crayons melting in the sun, and I want to know..I HAVE to know. Which one of you is it? Woe is he who has been spurned by true love. A cuckold laughed at as he frets twisting like the frigid edge of dispassion writhing in his heart. What deserves this scorn? This malcontent? Surely I've done nothing to upset karma to have her taken from me. God please, by the time the stars fall from the sky, I will have you again. Just as our interest waned as to the future of our 2 lovebirds rawmvp was prepared to rock our worlds There will be a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT later this week regarding Natalie and I. Stay tuned... Speculation was rampant. TSA speculated I still say his announcement is that they finally had sex and he "made her scream like a banchee". I bet he cried too. The truth, was much more sobering. First I went to her house and saw her practice ballet in front of me. Apparently, she's been a ballerina for years, dating back to her days in the Ukraine Because all Russians are balenrinas. And At the party, the Russian guests were initially withdrawn, but loosened up with the assistance of Russian Vodka. Because Russians LOVE Vodka. Zach Malibu contemplated I'm waiting for Boris and Natasha to show up next. But the bombshell was he was FORBIDDEN from ever seeing Natalie again. They were starcrossed lovers. And from Shakespeare to Teen Movie Yelena, who was stupefied, nonchalantly said, "C'mon, it's no big deal" and stuck her hand down my pants. At this exact fucking time, Natalie walks into the room Of course. Nothing a little torrid making out couldn't fix. But the the scariest proposition of all would now be introduced. if Jacob's dad finds about his -- and believe me Jacob will tell him -- he'll hurt you really bad...I don't wanna see that (she was really emotional, here). His dad has KGB connections Marney thoughtfully pointed out By the way, for your next draft, you might want to make a note of the fact that the KGB officially doesn't exist anymore - it hasn't for almost 13 years. Olympic Slam offered more sincere advise ........................., I don't know where to begin with that. But if you're really worried about defunct and ficticious organizations of danger, I suggest finding out if he has connections with the Foot Clan and the Putty Patrol as well. Can never be too safe, you know. For no reason, rawmvp added another tremendous witisism Do you know what they say about ballparks? They plump when you cook 'em GOLD. But what comes next for our hero? Expect the GARGANTUAN ANNOUNCEMENT tonight and the ASTRONOMICAL ANNOUNCEMENT a few days later. That announcement? A conversation with Natalie's mother. Me: "I'm sorry, maam, I know what it's like to feel empty inside (At this point, I get closer and make the move to put my arms around Jacob's mother, with the intention of letting bygones be bygones, but she quickly shuts the door on my finger) Me: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...my finger, oh god, oh god" Profound. Another date at the lovely Olive Garden was arranged, and the romance was reignited. I looked straight ahead and saw a white light. Was I dead? Nope, it was just Natalie's white, luminescent panties. As I peered into them, I noticed that the the brightness and surface area of it started to expand at an exponential rate. In laymen's terms, she was slowly spreading her legs so I could see her assets. They were glistening, as each sleek, glossy seam enthralled me. I could even see my reflection in them; obviously, this pair, at least, was meant of me. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably; and, with each tremble of her leg, my reflection became clearer and clearer. I was spellbound, that's for sure. The answer to the genital reference question had been answered. And Damaramu contemplated I still want to know where she got the magical mirror panties. Who could forget their rendevous in the backyard, where Natalie proclaimed "Ohhhhh, come here my bad boy...show me your brand of sourcream." Alas, Natalie's father broke it up, but our hero, pantless escaped just in time. But soon, an encounter with the seductive Yelena would occur. As I walked into her room, the song "Erotica" by Madonna was being played on Yelena's C.D. player, but I wasn't fully cognizant of it because I was in my own zone. Standing there, nearly naked, I was ordered to remove my briefs. Abruptly, my mind conjured the song, "I know I'm keen, I know I'm sexy, I got the looks that drives the girls wild...." started playing in my head as I teased and tantalized Yelena with removing my Fruit of the Looms. I would stretch the waist band on my briefs forward, backwards, sideways, and 360 degrees. With each pulsating tease, Yelena got more and more acquainted with her seductive position on the bed. But rawmvp is a man of principles! Of morals! He would not betray his true love Natalie. He rejected her advances, and then Out of fn' nowhere, her cat comes scurrying over and starts licking Yelena near her crotch. The peanut-butter odor started to become more and more putrid To cap it off, a brilliant witisism "Looks like you found your companion for the night...I've heard of a pussy cat before, but this is ludicrous!" Truly comic genius. Zach Malibu, obviously deeply inspired by his incredible adventures suggested I'm not saying this guy should be banned from the board, but someone needs to ban him from ever, and I mean EVER, reproducing. Kotzenjunge created a hilarious rendition of what their first sexual encounter would be like The semen flew from my erect testosteronic column, and as it traveled through the air, I reflected on all that had brought me to this point, the exotic Russian girl who rejected me, her bromdignagian boyfriend, and the beatdown outside of her house... oh, that beatdown outside of her house. All I had done was astutely arrive with an archaic 80s portable stereo in my possession. Inside was an expertly recorded song written of my own unassuming Bic pen the previous week, taped onto the cassette was the title "My Sour Cream, Your Potato, Our Love." I stood outside of her window and raised the stereo above my head, much as, to use a wrestling analogy, Chris Benoit raised the WCW title over his head at Souled Out 2000. Play had already been pressed, now it was time for the melifluous melody to melt her Ukranian heart, much as it warmed the bodies of her vodka-bourne Russian family. The song burst from the speakers with great verve, and a figure came to her window after twenty seconds of my tremendous singing and guitar playing with a dash of bass guitar thrown in. At a lull in his posting, we all theorized what items TSA would place on her crotch. Oh I'll say never to putting peanut butter on my pussy. I'll just stick to shaving and a little bit of baby oil (to make it soft) No to Tommy Lasorda bobbleheads and Premium Unleaded Gas. But what would our hero do, now faced with banishment from his true love forever? If you guessed a confusing soliliquy you'd be right! My sole existence was mercilessly stifled; my reason to arise from my bed every morning was dashed; and, my involuntary reflexes and instincts became unrecognized and voluntary. I had to remind myself that I still had a just cause to live life to the fullest; I still had a reason to breathe and sustain my waning vitality. My despondency became inertia, which became rancor, which finally manifested itself into incorrigible aggression. My face swelled up into a crimson, macabre mask, as I dissembled my frustrations and impending transgressions. Like a prisoner who is subjugated, subdued and divested of human rights, I felt like an insurgent whose sole recourse for freedom was that of retribution. My legs started to violently shake, my eyes meandered with unfocused intent, and my facial features seethed and wavered with dire incredulity. Sitting there, in the microcosm of my own world, my fingers started to wriggle and tap the table with sinister purpose. Each tap -- as scant as it may seem -- resounded in my ears with fierce amplification. Huh? Oh, then he poured hot cofee on himself. Zach Malibu obviously continuously enthralled remarked This is the thread that never ends. It goes on and on my friends. But our story wouldn't be complete without a blantalty racist encounter witha Mexican gang. Our hero tactfully and tastefully responded to the gang "Look, you overgrown Mexian with no education. Why don't you stop bullying people and start going to college to expand your critical thinking skills and better your lives, as opposed to loafing around in the streets like a bunch of ignorant, uninformed citizens. If you go to school, you can contribute and make the world a better place." And of course, like a true Mexican "Jose" replied "Look at white boy, homes. Look at this esse...trying to give us a fucking lecture (they all laugh)...who does he fucking think he is. I bet his girlfriend falls asleep whenever he tries to hit that shit...and miss. (Motions to Natalie) Hey bitch, why don't you think of my enchillada when your boyfriend, here, is trying to please you (they all laugh)...he can't please my dog Pedro. So very racially sensitive and enlightended is our hero rawmvp. What would he do to escape impending doom? He had only one hope, and damnit it worked. With my trachea constricted and my vitality nearly diminished by the indignant, rambunctious teenager, I asked one simple question: "Hey dude, did you see Smackdown last week, and see Eddie Guerrero win the Royal Rumble to get a shot at Brock Lesnar's title at No Way Out?" WWE brings people together! Jose could certainly relate "Oh fuck yeah, homes...Eddie Guerrero is our favorite wrestler...isn't that right, Pepe? (Pepe happily nods) Yeah, we all gathered in Pepe's basement with tortillas and salsa to watch our raza finally overcome all the fuckin' odds, and beat that American homo, Kurt Angle...thank the lord that it was on cable, too and not on Raw, because we can't afford cable except on those days when we steal a black box...Orale! Arriba Mexico, arriba la raza (they all bop their heads in uniform motion when Jose says this)...our dreams came true when we saw Eddie do what raza has taught him -- lie, cheat, and steal...it's the only way to live when society thinks you're born a criminal." Yes because Mexicans' lives depend on wrestilng and they speak like morons too. We all were relieved and were thirsty for more. Munky in particular who urged STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP... PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY STOP THE STUPIDITY!!!!! Many posters were upset and outraged at the blatant racism on display in this truly offensive encounter. But, alas! The joke twas on us! You guys are such goofballs. So naive, gullible, and easily deceived. It was a fucking dream; that is, starting with the scalding hot coffee part and the encounter with the Mexicans. Gotcha~! Got us indeed! After HILARIOUSLY flirting with TSA and belitting WJM, he was verbally kicked in the nuts by WJM. Soon enough though, we would learn the conclusing to this epic tale. The "meeting" is tomorrow at Jacob's house. What would await him at this cryptic meeting with his girlfriend's former abusive boyfriend with ties to the defuct KGB? Tom, obviously enjoying the adventures so much decided it was too much for him to handle It's crossed well into the absurd, and has no redeeming value at all anymore. The thread was closed. Dames, then said no it isn't ...Since the people are clamoring as to how this story will end, I've re-opened this stupid thing. Rawmvp...you get one last post to wrap things up and then this post is done. And with that decree we ALL waited with baited breath for the thrilling conclusion. Further endeering himself to the Hispanic community, rawmvp thoughtfully adds If I ever had a Mexican (or hispanic) posse to lead me into battle against the "sinister" Russians, Dames would be my leader. Did the sinister KGB set our naive hero up for an ambush? Sadly, that it was is to be inferred if rawmvp's abscense is an indication. NY UNtouchable, though provides the ending that would be The congregation of alien spacecrafts began to slowly maneuver over our city. I clutched Natalie close to my chest as we stared up at the impending doom in the sky. We could see the underbelly of these monstrosities, and the trepidation that ran through my veins was shocking in its ferocity. However, I remained strong for Natalie. I refused to let her smell the scent of fear from my pores. Instead, I had made sure that she would smell the sweet aroma of Axe Phoenix bodyspray. Hell, if it works for mannequins, I knew it would do wonders for my sour-cream vixen. The principal spaceship stopped its movement and proceeded to hover over City Hall. Suddenly, the sky burst with a green flash that was dazzling to the eyes. Never before had I seen such an omnipotent, yet alluring, spark. While the momentous road Natalie and I had paved for ourselves was filled with covetous boyfriends, unruly Mexicans, bloodthirsty Russians, boisterous football players, and inadequately prepared chicken ravioli, I knew this would be the worst challenge we had ever faced. The chasm in the center of the extraterrestrial transportation opened, and an unbelievable lifeform slowly descended to the ground. I immediately had flashbacks of the Undertaker at Royal Rumble 1994, as this being not quite from our world stood in the sky. Natalie’s mouth was opened in a gape of astonishment and horror, and I soon found myself having to be extraordinarily restrained from jamming my tongue in her mouth and swishing her lip juices through my gums. Once this space invader had finally reached the safety of the green germination that spurts from the ground, I was taken aback by its appearance. Its two eyes immediately signaled that annihilation was this creature’s strongest desire. The alien’s skin was grotesque, a leathery mixture of green and gray, veins nearly popping out of the outer membrane. The scariest feature of this lifeform was the mouth, oh god, the mouth. The lips were cracked and humorless, and immediately, I knew that it had never once experienced the light touch and sensuality of a woman, be it a human or one from its own species. This incident was so terrifying that I could feel my bowels quickly releasing silent spurts of feces into my Calvin Klein boxers. But fear not, TSMers. I could see Natalie grimacing next to me, and I knew she was suffering through the same fate. At that point, I knew we had a deep connection and were truly in love. Finally, the alien opened its mouth and the townspeople continued its stunned silence. “SILENCE EARTHLINGS!” the voice boomed. Immediately, a passion of bloodthirsty rage and wrath coarsed through my veins. Who did this eyesore think he was?! I was ready to march over there and kick his space-traveling behind until I felt Natalie grasp my arm. She did not want me to permanently destroy the earth’s relations with other creatures of the galaxy. I looked into her soulful eyes and knew that if we made it out of here alive; I would want her to be my wife. However, I knew what had to be done. I unclasped her arm from mine and politely excused myself to the front of the crowd meeting. Throughout this, the strange being in front of City Hall continued to speak. “Earthlings, I am here for a reason. For too long, Earth has been the absolute dregs of the universe. The beings on Earth are devoid of class, elegance, and testicular fortitude. This is why, effective immediately, your planet will be destroyed. But oh no, human beings, don’t blame us. You brought this fate onto yourselves. YOU BROUGHT THIS HARROWING AND TRAUMATIC FATE TO YOURSELVES WITH YOUR MTV……YOUR BET……YOUR WWE…….oh no. We from the planet Glorgon didn’t screw Earth. No. Earth screwed Earth.” As this organism initiated its rise back to the spaceship, I commanded him to come back down. With a smirk, he ceased his ascension, planting his two feet back onto the ground. With a deep breath of simultaneous trepidation and confidence, I spoke. “Please sir, madam, whatever your sexual preference may be. We are not a dangerous population of people. Earth is the greatest place I’ve ever lived. Sure, we may not be unbelievably polite…..or courteous…..or perhaps even civil……but by gosh, we’re ourselves and you, as part of this galaxy, should be able to respect that. Whether it be vodka-drinking, fun-loving Russians……or rambunctious, grammatically-incorrect Mexicans…..or math-intelligent, can-collecting Asians…..we are a respectable society and we should be treated as such. But perhaps our planet isn’t the problem. Perhaps it is…..your society.” The eyes of the aliens morphed from pools of obliteration to lakes of bewilderment. “The people on this planet know how to care….how to love. Take my exquisite girlfriend Natalie. Before her, I was a nobody. I was a hitchhiker on the path to oblivion, no ecstasy or glory seemingly in sight. But then I met her on that fateful day in college, and now, I fear that every single breath she takes may be her last. But alas, this is love. Do you not know how this feels? If you don’t, it may do wonders for your bloodthirsty manner if you did. You, sir, do not look happy….but I guarantee that, with a love in your life, all your fears will vanish, climbing into that vast flying saucer in the sky.” Although we were hundreds of feet away, I could feel Natalie winking at me, her smile reaching across the corners of the world. After a minute of silence, the alien opened its mouth bit by bit. Finally, he spoke, his voice a complete contrast from the echoing boom that once crossed the land a few moments ago. “We…….have a lot to learn. Thank you, Earthling. Your relationship with Natalie has shown us the error of our ways. Perhaps I will seek a relationship with Malgamex after all. Her chesticles are simply intergalactic. Earth is safe for now – and it’s all thanks to you. Thank you for forever changing my life, giving me a reason to wake up in the morning. You have rejuvenated my soul, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Good-bye sir, and good bye all.” The mysterious creature was beamed back into his unidentified flying object and, in the blink of an eye, he and the other atmospheric vessels zoomed out of the milieu. Natalie pierced through the crowd still gathered with mouths agape, and jumped into my arms. I kissed her with more passion than a thousand Latin Lovers, but promptly dropped to one knee. I pulled a small, velvety black box out of my pocket and…. I don’t need to say it. She accepted. I saved the universe and – in the end – got the only girl that ever gave my life a purpose. Natalie and I are to be wed. And it’s thanks to those here at TSM that attempted to aid me with their advice. Thank you all. Love truly is magical. Forever yours….. Rawmvp. Truly touching. But the truth is a lot more sobering. Rawmvp has nary been seen in almost a week. Murdered by an outlaw gang of Russians for his forbidden love. But his memory and legacy here at this internet discussion community will live on, FOREVER. As the great Dames decreed: Personally, I can say two things that I know are true. 1. This is ALL bullshit. 2. This is DEFINITELY going into the Classic Threads when its all said and done. Dames Nothing more needs to be said. God Speed Rawmvp.

Jesus Christ, I've mostly been ignoring all this drama, because I don't care to be honest, but Loss, how anal are you? You're picking apart every little post! Phil Jackson is considered a great coach because he let's his player play. A message board is nothing without the personalities that post there, and whether you like it or not, these are the personalities that post here. Not every post is going to be profound. I myself find great entertainment in the various one liners, insults and witisisms here at TSM. Just let things play out. If I see a thread that I feel isn't worth my time to continue reading, I push the back button and don't return to the thread! It's THAT simple. A lot of the time, threads I decide not to read anymore, continue to have replies added. Why? Because even if I don't find an interest in the thread, others obviously do. Maybe they're having fun. That's why I visit this place, IT'S FUN. It's a place to discuss topics relating to wrestling and pop culture and be as cynical and creative as you want! They might be whining, but it should say something that the posters complaining the most are Downhome, Anglesault and RRR, who post DAILY in the WWE folder and keep topics going. If someone is being an ass the other posters will let them know. Let it play out. Eventually someone will get tired of arguing. If someone doesn't like it, they don't have to read the thread! Moderators should exist to take care of blatant trolls and excessive flaming. Otherwise, there's no need to be picking apart every thread. OMG SOMEONE ONLY HAD A ONE WORD REPLY!!!!1111 I don't get into these issues very often but as a long time poster I felt the need to speak up. Don't ruin what's fun about this place.

Since I tend to stalk ebay a lot for videos and sometimes buy stuff, here is what I've determined. WWF: -Over The Edge 99 is the ONLY PPV not released on video. -Several IYHs were only released on Silvervision, WWF's UK label. There are PAL Conversion formats avaliable but only in limited supply (I have a couple). These include: -In Your House 2 (Called Here Come The Lumberjacks or something along those lines) -In Your House 4 -In Your House 5 -In Your House 7: Good Friends, Better Enemies -In Your House 10: Mind Games -In Your House 12: It's Time -In Your House 15: A Cold Day In Hell -In Your House 19: D-Generation X IYH 4 and 5 were released in the US as Winter Combat but only feature the top few matches from each show. All the others were released in the US some are just hard to find because of limited production. The ones listed above though are very hard to find in the US since there are only a few PAL conversions avaliable. -As mentioned Judgement Day 2002 and Vengeance 2002 were both exclusives on DVD from wweshopzone. I ordered Vengeance in fact. As for WCW, I don't know as much as WWF, but I do know... -None of the PPVs after Fall Brawl 2000 were released on video. I actually ordered Mayhem 2000, Starcade 2000 and Superbrawl 2001 because I saw them on ebay with pictures of their boxes (front AND back) but what I got were just plain tapes off the PPV broadcast. I guess those images were WCW protypes or something but they were never made. These are the rest of the PPVs I'm sure were not released on video. Why, I dont know: -Souled Out 97 -Souled Out 98 -Spring Stampede 98 -Great American Bash 98 I dont much about shows before 95. Also note that World War 3 95 is marked 1996, WW3 96 is marked 1997 and WW3 97 is marked 1998. Also Starcade 95 is marked 1996, Starcade 96 is marked 1997 and Starcade 97 is marked 1998.

I would have said that to anyone who mentioned Russo returning to TV. I don't want to hear it. He likely is a top candidate though. I can't envision him as a face though. Hopefully they've contacted someone like Ricky Steamboat who did a great and proffesional job in the early weeks, but I doubt it...

Now, I do. I wrote that up right after watching the tape. It's still a shame that it happened, and I appreciate their replacement offer.

Hush, you.

Does that answer the Question? LOL Considering the event has already been postponed 3 times, no. And I consider Scherer credible, it's Ryder I have a hard time believing...

Cable companies don't exactly have a history of being the quickest to respond to a change in an event. We'll see...

First class move by TNA. I will take them up on this offer (but will email them first to make sure). Too bad it takes a few weeks for the cable bill to come, but when it does, I'll send it in. Anyway, I sent this to them: Hello, after viewing this past week's America's X Cup show, I come away with a feeling of satisfaction that such an impressive, wrestling oriented show was put together, but disappointed in the technical difficulties that caused irritating distorted audio for most of the night, distracting "technical difficulties" messaged to frequently appear and of course the finish to the first match being completely missed. I have heard from another customer that an offer was extended for a copy of the show to be sent out upon receipt of the corresponding cable bill. Is this a valid offer? I have been a supporter from the beginning and a frequent buyer member and would appreciate this gesture, if it is being offered. Thank you, and I look forward to your reply. -Michael

Now that I'm back at college, the only way to see the shows is to have them taped at home and then sent to me which takes a couple days, so I just saw the show. First of all, the techincal difficulties. NEARLY ruined the show for me. It seems like TNA pulls this shit whenever they have a bigger than usual audience, and for the life of me I don't understand how a TAPED show could have transmission problems. But yeah, that fucking sucked that the show cut off and we couldn't see the end of the Juvi/Sabin opener. Luckily it only happened once though, because if it happened again I would have requested a refund. On next week's show they should issue an apology and show the finish of the match. The rest of the night was just some warped audio that got better as the show went on and the slightly annoying "technical difficulties" message at the bottom of the screen. Now, luckily the action was good enough to save it. THIS is the type of show TNA should be looking to put on every week. Maybe not with the same 8 guys, but it's clear their strength shows when they put the emphasis on the wrestling rather than being WWE lite. Opening match was really excellent. Juvi and Sabin were picking up right where they left off from last September's Super X Tournament. The sequences and reversals to reversals were awesome and fresh and something you never see in the cookie cutter bland WWE style. Loved the reverse hurricanrana by Juvi, always one of my favorite moves because of how difficult and dangerous it is. When Sabin hit the sick Cradle Shock, I thought that was the finish...well apparently it was, as the next thing I see is a blue technical difficulties screen and then about a minute later, the Franchise being interviewed. FUCK! Yeah that was definitely the low point of the show. We learn later that Juvi won, and this was still the best of the single matches, around ***3/4 with lack of ending. Second match was just a showcase squash for Garza over Dutt. Garza is really different that his WCW days, lots of muscle mass, a short haircut and a mustache. Not much to this, except that SWEET twisting splash to finish it by Garza. Around * only though. Lynn vs. Aguila was the second best of the single's matches. Aguila's INSANE dive over the ringpost and his crazy twisty armdrag into a slam thing were the higlights. Lynn's cradble piledriver was taken like a powerbomb though. About **1/2. Fourth singles match wasn't that much, but featured a lot of flipping and flopping, and clotheslines too. Primetime's ropewalk rana is still so cool. Negro getting the role up win shocked me though, giving AAA the 3-1 lead. Call it *1/2. The first tag match with Lynn/Dutt vs. Juvi/Negro was the better of the two. Just fast paced hard hitting action throughout. Juvi did another sick inverted rana, out of the corner this time which makes me happy. Everyone dives on each other at the end, so it's hard to keep track, but AAA gets the win to get a dominating 5-1 lead. ***1/2 I say. Second tag wasn't quite as good, but Garza acting like a total dick and mocking the fans and Elix was pretty funny. NWA needed the win here and got it. About **. The bigass 8 man elimination at the end, was indeed AWESOME and the match of the night to see. Crowd was real hot here too which is always nice, and kind of rare over the last couple months. See, TNA? Give the fans good wrestilng and they'll respond! Suprised to see Dutt gone without eliminating anybody. I mean, I know they wanted to make him the scrappy underdog, but they made him come off like a real loser. He loses his singles match in squash fashion to Garza, then loses the tag match and is perceieved as the weak link, I was SURE they were going to do the big spot where Dutt gets a key elimination, even as a fluke, yet he was Garza's bitch again. I guess they needed an easy fall guy, but it again makes him look like a big loser that cost NWA big. Elix's crazy octopus like sumbission to Negro was really cool and looks like it hurts too. Everyone gets to do their crazy train wreck spots, including Garza's sweet corkscrew, but Sabin ends his night with a awesome looking cradle shock. 7-7 is all tied up as for the first time all night the momentum is with Team NWA. I've never seen Aguila do a Shooting Star Press before, and this one had good flow but he might have come up a bit short on it though. Its good to eliminate Primetime though. Juvi and Sabin's exchange was awesome and the highlight of the match I think. These two just work so well with each other as evidenced with their match last fall, and the one earlier tonight and their exchange in this match. Stiff chops, and Juvi kicks out of a stiff looking cradle shock, and delivers an even STIFFER 911-JUvi Driver! Wow, that's one dangerous move. Now, Lynn need to get 2 pinfalls to tie it up, which would mean, there would be a captain's match next week to determine the winner, or else Team AAA takes it home. Lynn busts out a cool move to eliminate Aguila (I think its the Krytonite Krunch but I could be wrong) and then goes at it with Juvi. Another VICIOUS 911-Juvi Driver gives team AAA the win, which SHOCKED me. I was sure they're we going to do the final match next week and have TNA go over, but I guess they went for the suprise. The move is so dangerous that Lynn apparently hurt his neck on it. He just went dead weight after it, so I hope he's ok. Anyway, a really exciting match truly worthy of being called Total NonStop Action. And AAA has been put over strong in case they come back again. ****1/4 let's say for this one. As for the rest of the show, Jarrett's cut scenes were getting annoying. I like the guy, but only when he wrestles and in small doses on the mic. Having him on the screen every other segment wailing about a new director of authority is really grating on the nerves and not in the way they want it to be. It was like part of what's been wrong with TNA over the last few months being interspliced with a show that shows how awesome they can be. Of course the big angle at the end was Jarrett fires Tenay. I guess Hudson takes over commentarry, then again with them hyping the new DOA for next week, he can just as eaily be hired back next week. I don't mind Jarret playing the power hungry heel, but Jesus give this authority figure crap a rest. It's way past stale in WWE and it's even worse when TNA tries to copy it. Anyway, a thumbs up show, technical difficulties aside. I would reccomend a replay, just be warned of the cutout of the ending of the first match and some odd distorted audio at times throughout the show. If TNA could have gotten their production together for a TAPED SHOW it would have been perfect.

Fine with me. 1 less authority figure to waste time on. Announce the new DOA next week, eliminate him in a couple weeks and let's get back to focusing on wrestling.

With a thimble of his charisma that made him so popular...

Sure you aren't And yes Mike, when O'reilly defends the administration he's a conservative boorish puppet blowhard, and when he criticizes the administration he's a straight shooting independent that speaks from his mind. I'm glad you've figured that out... What the fuck duder? Where can it be infered that I am a liberal? As stated a million times - I am a libertarian(not capitalized as I am not presently affiliated with the party of the same name). As posted many times I am socially liberal and very fiscally/governmentally conservative. Libertarian...grab hold of the word guy, say it over til you figure it out. I know Ann Coulter couldnt comprehend this one...I hope I can expect a lil better out of you though. My best friend is a Libertarian, member of the party and everything. Every political conversation we have I get a huge does of the laiser faire philosophy. From what I've read from you, you seem to be on the liberal side of the Libertarian spectrum (then again you admit you have no affiliation to the party, so I guess you're an independent and can choose to define yourself anyway you see fit...).

He was rolling along fine until the mods huffed and puffed and scared him off! *Note: I love the mods, really I do, and do not want to disappear as a result of criticizing them like ravmvp did...thank you.*