There are moments in life where the chip on your shoulder just weighs you down and weighs you down until you feel you can’t stand up anymore. And then you look into yourself and play through the pain even though it’s so painful, when everybody thinks you’ve gone soft, but when life has beaten you to the point where you can’t feel it anymore and you’re just screaming “COME ON MOTHERFUCKER” right in its stupid face.
In so many areas of my life, I feel like my back is against the wall. Thankfully, that’s when I perform the best.
Alice Prin (aka Kiki de Montparnasse) in Dadaist 1924 short film, Ballet Mécanique
I had a dream last night about my biological mother last night that really rattled me and kept me up for hours late last night. She was choking me to death.
Last week, she wrote me a letter, in reply to about twenty years of purged emotions. I obviously am not going to get into exactly what she said on Tumblr, but the tone of her letter seemed sad. I talked to my dad on the phone about the letter last night, so she must have been on my mind.
Regardless of my empathy for her — which came as a surprise as I was reading her letter — I’m still wary of her intentions, and this dream makes that kind of evident.
Me coming to terms with the kind of things she did to me as a child is the showdown that’s basically been my whole life in the making. If my behavior seems a little erratic (I mean, even more than usual), I apologize in advance.
For those of you wrestling fans who have never heard of Gordon Solie, I would enthusiastically recommend queuing up a few National Wrestling Alliance matches from the early-80s (Any Starrcade from ‘83 to ‘86 will do), as he brought an intelligence to wrestling commentary that Jim Ross would run with after he got a job in the booth.
abloodymess asked: Who is/was your all time favorite WWF(E) color commentator duo?
This is a tough (but incredibly good) question, because there are so many great commentators from the past that, had they the good fortune to have been matched up, would have been incredible. The pre-Jim Ross play-by-play guys were never really that great, but look at all of the great color guys: Bobby “the Brain” Heenan. Jesse “the Body” Ventura. Mr. Perfect!
But if we’re talking about the best duo who were actually a tandem, I’m gonna have to go with Jim Ross and Jerry “the King” Lawler. J.R. was without question the greatest commentator the industry had ever seen (with Gordon Solie in a reasonable second-place), and Lawler playing off of him matched up really well, even though his whole horny-toad shtick was played out after a while.
WWE’s treatment of Ross has always been one of the company’s (admittedly many) great indignities, and he’d be PERFECT for the company right now, because the roster from top-to-bottom is one of the best (if not the best) the company’s ever had. I’m not really a podcast guy, but I listen to his religiously. (Same for Stone Cold Steve Austin’s. I apparently can’t get enough of wrestling industry guys talking at length about the wrestling industry.)
Plus, it means Michael Cole would be calling matches on the B- and C-shows and I would never have to hear him plugging things and pretending that he actually gives a shit about wrestling.
Song: Total Control - “Flesh War”
Robert Ryman - Untitled (1962)
For me personally, Ultimate Warrior was one of my childhood heroes but as the years went on and the occasional ugliness of what he had become began to trickle out, I was content to ignore him for what he was. If I did remember him, I chose to remember him for his constant energy, insane promos and epic encounters with the likes of Hulk Hogan, Rick Rude and Randy Savage. The irony of his death is almost too crushing, though. Thus, I’m not entirely sure if it’s good or bad thing Warrior got to leave the earth after three of the best days of your life but it’s certainly mythic storytelling of the highest order. Even in death, the Warrior remained the perfect encapsulation of his comic book mystique. Regardless, I’m glad that he got a chance to load up the spaceship with the rocket fuel one last time.
B.J. Steiner on the death of the Ultimate Warrior, summing up his career, fall from grace, and triumphant return to an organization he helped make very successful, only for it all to be truncated by a sudden demise.
I don’t consider myself a very nostalgic person; I actually consider nostalgia to be a disease most of the time. But seeing Warrior on Monday Night Raw on the night before he died, taking in all the appreciation for what he did for the wrestling business and being legitimately grateful for his fans, stands as a watershed moment for me in my particular fandom. He went to dizzying heights and took a long fall, only to climb back up that mountain and begin a new chapter in his career and life as a goodwill ambassador for WWE. And now he’s gone. But not before the fans of the business got to show him how much we all appreciate what he did for us.
There’s something in the Young Wrestling Mind that makes you think, after Randy Orton and Batista beat up Daniel Bryan, that Triple H would have come out in a suit and tie and point out that Daniel was too hurt to compete, thus having an angle everybody expected.
But when H comes out, he comes out in his wrestling trunks. He comes out to his wrestling music. And he’s ready to start this match. And you think to yourself, “Is this match really going to happen? Is H really going to become WWE Champion the night after Daniel Bryan won it, thus potentially recreating the same angle that’s been playing out over the past eight months? Are we going to see an train-wreck here?"
And then the shield comes out. And then there’s a loooot of tension. And then Roman Reigns spears Triple H. And what exactly is going on? Are we going to see a train-wreck here?
After an amazing night of wrestling, after what is historically the best WWE Raw of the year, that’s the big question I have on my mind.
Wrestlemania XXX. Or, 400 Smarks Who Bought Tickets in Hard Camera Position for a Very Specific Reason
He’s got the whoooole universe, in his haaands (by @WrasslorMonkey)
This one too.
This quite thoroughly encapsulates my Wrestlemania experience.