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But.....you're using your opinion to say that he ISN'T a horrible wrestler. Who's to say that YOUR opinion is more valid than anyone else's? Your logic has an enormous gaping hole.

Boy, I am truly amazed. A TSM thread gets off topic......and surprise, surprise, it's done by the same people that always do it. *drops dead from shock*

Holy shit....."The Big Bounce" BOMBED. As did "The Perfect Score." I've been seeing non-stop advertisements for both of these movies, so it comes as somewhat of a shock that they performed as poorly as they did. "Barber Shop 2" will probably be #1 next week.

And thank God for that. I don't want to see Hogan's orange, shriveled up ass scooping anyone's heat at WMXX. I honestly don't want to see him there. Not for Nostalgia. Not for anything. I just want to see him where he's at now: at home telling all kinds of lies on how he tore his lat muscles slamming Andre at WM3. Hogan's a fag. Christ, someone's a little bitter. You don't need to be jealous of Hogan having the muscles to lift a 400.....no wait, 500......700......wait, wait, it's changed again......a nearly 800-POUND man almost off the ground......wait, completely off the ground....hold up, I mean OVER HIS HEAD and slam him to the ground. Hogan is TRULY an immortal with a story that never changes, so you should respect the man, brother. With the sarcasm out of the way, I wouldn't mind seeing Hogan at WrestleMania XX even in a wrestling capacity. Up until WM8, Hogan WAS the icon of WrestleMania, so the show would seem just a little empty if he wasn't there.

Bah. I still want Angle/HBK. But right now that's not do-able Are you saying you wouldn't enjoy a Matt Hardy/HBK feud with Hardy being put over? That's okay, but doesn't seem realistic at this point considering just where on the card Matt Hardy is. (i.e. - on Heat every week) I would MUCH rather have a HBK/RVD feud culminating with a ladder match at WrestleMania, and Van Dam going over. A Shawn Michaels/Rob Van Dam ladder match has been a dream match of mine for YEARS.

I find it a little unsettling that a person who doesn't want a teenager put to death or forced to spend his entire life in jail for BEATING AN EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TO DEATH is happy that a woman died from breast cancer, just so that she can't put out any more reality shows. It still sucks to hear of anybody dying from breast cancer, regardless if they made a TV show I dislike or not. My condolences to the Bunim family.

"I really think this endorsement from Kim Fields is going to push me off the brink and into the presidency." "Son....it's over. Unlike you, I actually served in Vietnam" "The man is right, Kisss-in-a-vitch. You're not qualified for the presidency unless y'all been in a war. Go hug yaself a tree there."

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You must have never watched Jay Leno then.

Edited for accuracy.

I heard Nova invented the whole "touring" idea. Along with fire.....yep, fire was indeed invented by Nova. The man is a genius.

That's why Chris said "wearing"

You only live once. Why take away such an unbelievable experience just to get a few extra dollars? You'll eventually make up your debt, so there's absolutely no point in letting it control your life.

Well, when it gives you a concussion and affects your capabilities for the rest of the match.....yeah, I'd say that's a no-no.

Orton admitted he didn't put his hands up on the ringpost spot like he should have. That's why he busted himself open.

Natalie and I stepped into the extravagent ballroom arm-in-arm. She was looking radiant as always with her crimson dress permeating the soulless black garb that the other women in the room were wearing. Her hair smelled like a bouquet of tulips, roses, and dandelions that had just been picked out of a picturesque garden. Meanwhile, I was the epitome of rebellion with just a hint of class. My black jacket screamed that I was to become part of a revolution, but my white shirt and tie soothed those savage impressions and kept me looking refined. We danced along the dance floor, the envy of everyone watching in the room. I twirled Natalie as she danced with a kind of grace that I’m not sure even God could match. When our dance had concluded, the room gave us a standing ovation. We both bowed to our adoring audience and then Natalie gave me the most exquisite kiss…. Hark! What sound do I hear! Damn, it is only my telephone. It rattled my psyche to know that this scene had all been a dream that had occurred while I was in my slumber for the night. But I was sure that soon….soon….we would have a night like that. I quickly leaped to the telephone with the poise of a professional basketball player. I picked up the receiver and I could hear the sweet, engaging voice of my beloved Natalie. But alas, she sounded upset. It hurts me to ever think that such a fragile creature could be in distress. She asked for me to meet her at the pier quickly. I scrambled to put on my Gap shirt and blue jeans, making sure to look like the personification of hipness. I swiftly ran outside and grabbed my bicycle. The dark clouds in the air, and the slow drizzle that emanated from the sky did nothing to stop me. I leaped onto the bicycle seat and began pedaling towards the pier on the outskirts of town. I could feel my heart beating against my chest. What could await? What new chapters would be added to our relationship today, surrounded by numerous substantial steel vessels? Suddenly, my two-wheeled companion grazed against a stone and I could feel myself hurtling towards the ground! I was helpless in this fall towards oblivion. But fear not, TSMers. Although I slammed against the ground with great velocity, I was fine! I immediately hopped onto the bike and kept riding. The oozing sensation of blood running down my blood was frightening, yet strangely erotic. However, it did nothing to thwart me from meeting Natalie. What can I say….you do crazy things in love. I arrived at the pier and instantaneously, one particular steel monstrosity caught my eye. I could see people boarding the ship, looking melancholy as if their lives were ending, and I could see Natalie still standing on the dock. I ran to her, my passion fueling every step I took. Once I arrived at her destination, I quickly scooped her in my arms and planted my tongue in her luscious mouth. Overcome by my fervor and ferocity, she pushed me away, looking sheepish. It was then that I saw she had a rather large suitcase in her hand, and a rather large frown on her striking face. “Natalie, beloved, what’s going on,” I asked her with a perfect mix of tenderness and apprehension. “Oh, the most terrible thing,” she replied, trembling with every syllable. “Whatever it is sweetheart, I’m sure we can work it out,” I answered. I refused to let my confidence waver. “My delightful can of sour cream…. I’m being deported. Today!” I could feel my world crumbling around me. The mountains were tumbling to the ground, the oceans were being drained of all life…..the world was quickly losing all the luster and grandeur it once had. “Jacob….he called the government on me. He told them I was an illegal alien. They quickly scooped me up this morning and brought me here. I’m going back to Russia….but I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you.” Suddenly, a quick feeling of anger and insurgence rose up in my throat. I demanded Natalie stay with me so we could fight against the country that is trying to keep us apart….at least I tried to demand this. However, my beloved must have read my mind. She put her finger on my lips and quickly soothed the savage beast that welled up in my heart and brought tears to my eyes. We gazed at one another for a good minute until we gave each other one last passionate kiss that rocked the very foundation of the world that we all lived on. Natalie grabbed her suitcase and scurried onto the dock. I screamed her name…”Natalie! Natalie!” but she wouldn’t look back. It would be too hard for both of us. As the boat sailed away towards that barren land on the other side of the globe, I knew my entire heart, any shred of happiness I would ever have, was leaving with it. The raindrops were soaking my hair, but I didn’t care. I knew what I had to do. I headed off to the airport with enough money for a one-way ticket. I’m leaving for Russia. And I’m not coming back. My love and I shall be reunited soon enough.

Sir, you are the KING of wit. Well, besides the fact you wrote the "Looks like you found your companion for the night" line as the conclusion of the story, ended it, then went back and edited it a few minutes later adding "I've heard of a pussy cat before, but this is ludicrous." Apparently, your finishing statement didn't reach its unbelievable side-splitting maximum, so you had to add to it until the hilarity was at its breaking point. Congratulations. I think my lung shall soon pop out of my throat from all the laughing I did after that SUPREME comeback to "Yelena". Somebody call a doctor. I can't breathe. The laughing......oh god.....THE LAUGHING.... Oh yeah. The story wasn't too good. But I can't wait for the ASTRONOMICAL announcement.

This thread is missing something to help it reach its maximum entertainment.... ...... ...... ......I think a Randy Orton joke is in order. Those NEVER get old. After the Orton joke.....a HHH joke. Then it's only a matter of time until the Hardcore Discussion folder becomes popular again.

nobody wants to see you fry your brain, so here's a hint to what you're stuck on...when you're multiplying 4 by 2 you're really only adding 4 by itself once more. Make sure to show your work or else you'll have recess taken away again. .....nevermind.

Holy shit.........teach me all that you know.

This thread has a car wreck feel to it. Like reading one of "Bring Back Charlie Ward"'s posts.

He punched her, kicked her, stomped her, threw her into a steel banister, heard her bones crack, could hear her blood-curdling screams, could see the blood streaming from her body.....and he kept going. Obviously this is different than bothering your sister with a wrestling move. What he did goes BEYOND just rough-housing. It's murder. Cold-blooded murder without remorse.

Uh, no. Unless, of course, you want to say that the parents are totally guilt-free in the Michael Jackson case for not looking twice that their kid is hanging out with a millionaire celebrity who's been previously accused of child molestation. .....in one case, the 13 year old was supposed to be watching over a girl younger than him. He beat her to death. In the other case, the teenager was spending time with a full-grown adult and was WEAK WITH CANCER. He was supposedly molested. The cases don't even compare.

For some reason, I'm not at all shocked that such an asinine comment came from you. For the record, I don't think this kid should have gotten life. But 20-30 years, DEFINITELY. The way this is shaping out now, he's being released after 3 years of prison time and seemingly, without any real means of rehabilitation. There NEEDS to be a guarantee that something of this nature will never happen again - and I don't see how this guarantee has been reached. This was one of those bleeding heart decisions where we let Tate out and then desperately hope that he won't do something like this in the future. No worries though - in a year, we'll learn that this decision was idiotic and he'll be back to jail in no time. I know I'm not just speaking for me when I say, at 13 years of age, I KNEW whether or not to beat an 8-year-old girl to death. I used to wrestle with my friends. We knew how to fake stuff and, if things got a little too painful, how to quickly stop and check if the other person's okay. Tate did nothing of the sort and wasn't even REMORSEFUL about his actions (as we can see with the previous testimony about living with the mother and having the girl's toys). He was only remorseful AFTER he knew he would be going to jail. Three years after the incident, and he pretty much shows no real signs of remorse or change Is this a sign of a changed boy that will be ready to become a responsible and moral person in society? I don't see how it could be.

Perhaps I'm the only one, but I STILL think Colin Farrell was screwed over by not getting a nomination for "Phone Booth." It might not be a standard Academy-type film, but his performance was one of the few times I was genuinely impressed with an actor. And "Master and Commander" being nominated for Best Picture is a JOKE!