Toshiaki Koala

He reminds me of Spike Lee.

What a boring fucking game. KABOOM! The Suicide Bomber Game is both more offensive and much more fun to play. You should all Google it.

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Sho nuff. This had me nearly wetting myself with anticipation at the time. The only good thing Limp Bizkit has ever been involved in.

It took 24 posts to get to this??? What the fuck is wrong with you people!?

The Bullet Ball segment was the most disturbing thing I've seen on television in years, if not ever.

Anyone who doesn't mention this hasn't seen the match or is a legit retard. A SHOOT retard, you might say.

ROH, 11/6/04. I'm waiting on line in front of the Liger table for about half an hour, studying what everyone else is doing so I don't make an ass of myself. They seem to be shaking his hand once before getting the autograph, muttering a greeting, waiting for him to sign it, then thanking him and shaking his hand again. Seems simple enough. It's my turn. I shake his hand and tell him that he's my hero (I know, I know. But he is!) and he says "oh," clearly not understanding. That's alright, though. I just shook hands with Jushin Thunder Liger. I give him the slightly bent, fingerprint-covered photograph that I've been clutching like a trillion-dollar bill all night. The one I picked shows him posing in front of an ugly brick wall - it's less pleasing to the eye, but the signature will show up better. And it does, all black and shiny and illegible. This is beyond ridiculous. LIGER. Here, right in front of my, signing his picture for ME and nobody else. Well, actually dozens of other people, but right now they're all invisible. It's just me and Liger. Oh yes. He finishes signing it and I thank him. He must have understood that much, right? I mean, he's only heard it five hundred times tonight. I take the picture and walk toward the exit, feeling quite satisfied with myself. I'm so pleased with myself that I don't realize, until a few seconds later, what has just happened. It couldn't be. I couldn't. I didn't. No way. But I did. I certainly made an ass out of myself, but I did something much worse: I disrespected Jushin Liger. You see, as I was walking away from the table, Liger offered me his hand a second time, as he did for all of the others. Except... I didn't notice it, not until it was too late. I just walked past him, oblivious to his friendly gesture. Everyone watching kind of groans sadly as I turn around and realize what I've done. My heart sinks so deep I nearly shit it out. By now, though, I've walked too far, and there are other people in line. Liger lowers his hand, and he really does look sad. What the fuck did I just do? The night had been so awesome, almost surreal, and I'd just ruined it all beyond imagination. The worst wrestling fan ever. I look over my shoulder mournfully. Too much time has passed - I can't go back. Security is looking at me, waiting for me to leave, but I'm frozen in place. This just can't be happening. Still in a daze, I manage to take a few more steps, until I'm right in front of the door. My mom is waiting in the car, has been for over an hour. I can't stay, nor can I force myself to go. Behind me, I hear the guards. "Is he still there?" "Yep." I'm just crushed. Getting so emotional about wrestling is silly, but this is Liger. I had my chance to meet him, something I could never have dreamed of two weeks earlier, and I blew it. God did I ever... Without thinking, I'm walking again. Not toward the parking lot, but the other way. Back to the table. Now I'm past the guards and standing next to Liger. I offer him my hand. He's in the middle of autographing another picture, though, and doesn't see my until someone points. Then he turns around. I'm standing there, pale and trembling. I feel very small. He looks up and shakes my hand. In that moment, I go from stunned horror to speechless elation. Liger just... forgave me. It's beyond wonderful. And then Liger does something else. He laughs. It's more like a chuckle, but I can hear it clearly and I can see him smiling, and everyone around the table is doing the same thing. I smile too, and I keep smiling all the way to the car and all the way home. I'm probably smiling in my sleep, because tonight I did something that no American teenager may ever have done. I made Jushin Liger laugh.

Benoit vs. Orton NHB was just awesome - it had MUCH tighter matwork than the Best of Seven and flowed better and was stiff and ruled so so much. Honestly, I remember watching their previous match and thinking "this is pretty boring, but I bet people on the internet will like it." And they did. And then I watched the second match and thought "this kicks fucking ass, but I bet the people on the internet who liked the other match will like this one less." For the most part, they did. Haven't seen Rey vs. Finlay or Taker vs. Angle, unfortunately.

I haven't heard of it, but I'll check it out. Is there any connection between Miracleman and the old Captain Marvel serials? I remember reading that MM was based on Captain Marvel, but for all I know there are a hundred Captain Marvels. Anyway, those serials were awesome. Cheesy, of course, but awesome.

Fuck! I wish I'd known about this before the links went dead. Of course, they can always be re-upped... but I won't put any pressure on you.

I can see why the botched finish hurt Trish vs. Mickie, but at least it made some sense in the context of the story - Trish's leg collapsed when Mickie tried to use it as a support for the bulldog. It certainly told a more satisfying story that the SD! main event, which was basically "Kurt Angle is Superman and his opponents are hapless jabronis. Oops! Rey won by mistake!"

http://www.dmreview.com/article_sub.cfm?articleId=7214 Close enough.

If we're considering the size of the building and "heat per audience member," Kobashi's entrance in the match with Samoa Joe is worth mentioning. The floor was literally shaking... it was just unreal.

What did they do when the actress who played every female character on the show killed herself?

Such a match already took place. It was called the Royal Rumble. You don't want the Rumble to be COMPLETELY meaningless, do you? That's the best summation of the current WWE storylines that I've ever read. Smackdown is still awesome, of course, but you nailed it.

Can you PM it to me? My old computer is in my basement somewhere and I haven't had time to dig it up. a likely story And a true one. Of course, I let him do it because I had already been flamed out of existence after posting a "comedy" fantasy booking story that made everyone "dumber for having read it," according to one understatement. So there was no love lost.

The Dead Pandas. Actually, I would kill you if you used that name.

I recall Mr. Republic being quite amused by my old signature, which featured Bradshaw brutally sodomizing Chris Nowinski while Farooq looked on and said "DAMN." That was back in the good old days. Before my old username got banned when I let my brother use it to troll the WWE folder. Fun times, those.

How does all of this work? I want to be in it, or something.

It would be a shame if that heart condition was what killed him. He deserved so much worse.

5'9" and 145 pounds, which apparently puts me in the 50th percentile for height and the 25th for weight. The squishiness under my belly button would dispute that, however.

...Dusty was in ROH? I am both intrigued and frightened. On what show did he appear?