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Frankly, as a gay guy, I was relieved to learn that queering didn't make the world work. That's a lot of pressure I don't have to deal with.

Well he IS the Titty Master

To make up for Cibernetico, I'm gonna turn it on again and only watch the Brie Bella parts.

He should have called this promotion Prestige World Wide Wrestling.

Let's all laugh at Davey Richards instead, because, why the hell not?

You don't???

Here's the thing. We really don't care about your bullshit misogynistic issues. Stop fucking announcing them, and you just might become less of an object of mockery.

Oh c'mon, that pic looked rad in the 90s. And Pac's head gear was certainly a step up. Oh and didn't catch this one in the RIP thread:

The Paparazzi Championship Series. Best thing Kevin Nash ever did.

Great little interview for so many reasons. -Ambrose being mental. -More Ambrose/Renee sexual tension~! -guys in WWE that are actually friends and can joke around with each other. Faces in WWE, like Cena, never seem to have friends. I can't believe they almost split these guys up.

The Streak was eaten by Pac Man?

Too bad they went with a Pseudo-Road Warriors gimmick...they could have been ahead of the curve and killed with a gimmick where they were Kurt and Ram from "Heathers".

I see the phrase "Three Amigos" and then I see "for me, Eddie is vastly better than Davey" and I think "Well no shit, Meltzer Jr" and then I realize, "Oh, that Eddie."

Yes, because his three seconds on the doc equals Rock leeching Bryan's heat. Did you really think that out before you typed it? Did you really take that seriously? Wooooooosh!!!!!!!

Kareem? Russell? If anyone has a legit claim of being snubbed, it's Kareem. That guy dominated on every level he played on--high school, college, NBA. Had a shot that no one could block. Could run the floor. Played strong defense. All-time points leader. Lead the league in scoring, blocks, and rebounds at various points of his career. Averaged 3.6 assists per game. Six MVPs. Six rings. 10-time All NBA first team. 5-time NBA defensive first team. Would be the starting center on the Beatdown Team. Fuck a mantle, Kareem needs a museum to hold all his accomplishments.

Cracked up this morning picturing the Benoit/Cesaro contrast vs Show in battle royales. Benoit: "MUST SACRIFICE MY BODY, USE THE ROPES AND HIS OWN WEIGHT AGAINST HIM AND LET GRAVITY DO THE REST!" Cesaro: "Fuck it, I'm giving him a body slam."

They only guy missing from the first pic is Kenny Powers.

Dueling Flairs for the win.

Here's a few of my off the cuff creations. Hope you enjoy them.

The streak made it to the Daily Show.

Is this the new nitpick since poor limb selling didn't climb the charts?

Stock price is the new ratingz.

She was perfectly fine in this doc. You have emotional issues.

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 3: DREAM WARRIORS

Not telling the ref the finish is fucking mental. 1) Why would you NOT tell the ref the ending? 2) It's a shitty thing to do to him, since I'm pretty sure he spent a few minutes thinking he had fucked up the most famous wrestling streak ever on the biggest stage of them all. Thank God the poor guy didn't have a panic attack in the ring or something.

No worries. I took care of it.

"The shitty quality of this lawsuit is further proof of the concussion damage that we have suffered."

The wrestling story that would translate the best as a movie would be the Von Erich story. Every non fan who I've told about this has been fascinated.

I've always found Nate's mom to be more than giving.

Sorry about that guys I didn't intend to overstep any boundaries on what was acceptable to discuss. Certainly didn't mean to ruin the thread for everyone. Yeah, what jae said. I think, by history, it's easy to have a hair trigger as an admin, ESPECIALLY in sensitive times such as these. That's why I was waaay emphatic about not meaning that suicidal folks were "selfish" etc. (even though I said it) because that wasn't quite the point I was making. My "we can't have nice things" is a personal catch-all response for whenever anything is taken away; I blame my mom.

This is an amazing combination that no man can live up to. Are you doubting Davis' reproductive abilities? As an aside, can you imagine how many more children Shawn Kemp would have had if there had been twitter when he played?

I can't be the only one who was creeped out every time over the last few weeks, when they showed that clip of Michael Hayes saying "Lita wasn't a girl. She was a chick! She was a hot chick!"

Michael Hayes invented Nova.

FRIENDS DO NOT LET FRIENDS WATCH STEVE REGAL MATCHES. Just move on. Forget about him. Let's talk about someone more down your alley Mike: I thought he was a good Television Champion.

Anyone seen this gif yet? It should get you all excited.

Can you buy a shirt with a picture of WWE stock on it? That's the real question of how much it's worth.

I finally checked their website, this is the actual official press release they posted online: I can't believe that it's just a screencap directly from Word, strong professionalism.

Survival Tobita was a cypher for all of us in the 90s. He was an inspiration to really not give a fuck and just put it out there and just fuck the world as lovingly as possible. He is my review of his Bauxite Medium as a veiled short story of my college girlfriend and I breaking up. It was very therapeutic. BAUXITE MEDIUM vs Survival Tobita- Satima Pro-Wrestling Company- 4/29/00-(DEAN RASMUSSEN): I got this match from- of course- Scott Mailman. BAUXITE a mystical historical fiction [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ I was talking to my old friend Bokujin Ken and it was the first time we had actually talked in years. I had come back to Japan after a long sabbatical in Singapore where I spent what was left of my pointless youth mired in riotous living, stinking of whiskey and whores. I came back to Japan two years later, knowing that I was now a man and had put away my childish ways. I had forgotten about the stupid dreams that were seemingly unattainable to me and decided to play out the string as best I could. The best place to play out the string of my life is in Japan: it's where all my friends are and anyway, I've done all the exciting things here that there are to do so I have no temptation to go and find something exciting to do. Well, anyway, the thing about Ken was that he and I always stayed in touch and continuously hung out together, but when the deal went down with me and Jennifer and Bauxite, Ken never really picked sides. Bauxite and Jennifer liked it that way since I was the pathetic victim and all, but, still, I couldn't help but feel really betrayed. I know that's really fucked up and childish- but it was a genuine feeling and I can't control how I feel sometimes. I don't think it was an actual punishment towards Ken when I withheld my most intimate feelings from my oldest and best friend. It was just too devastating to know what he knew about Bauxite and Jennifer and I didn't want to know how well they were doing and just how much of a nonfactor I was in everybody in Japan's little lives. The thing about Singapore was that my fellow Japan Ex-Patriot- Octapus Eight- was already living there and was drinking his way out of some much heavier shit than what I running from, so I embraced his evil and became a large part of his life of drink and cocktail waitresses. Ken would come down and visit since he and O8 were old roommates in Nagasaki way back in the day, so there was never any true separation between me and Ken. Anyway, Ken and I were hanging out at this storage warehouse- since it was big enough and deserted enough for Ken not to freak too many people out, since he had developed this body of cardboard boxes and was continuously crying blood. I figured that since we had become so close recently, I'd go ahead and ask some questions about Jennifer. I had long since professed my love for Manhole Man v2 and gotten on with my life. Manhole Man makes me happy and it's a workable happy. Jennifer was a stupid youthful dream- a young beautiful girl that was actually no more made for me as she was for that pathetic fucker, Bauxite. I used to hate her but the older you get and the more malt liquor you drink, the more you put things into perspective. Bauxite was exciting and young and metallic and good-looking. I'm Survival Tobita and I didn't get that name by being a sex machine. I loved her but she could never get used to what a fucking freak I am. She was pissed when I didn't go to the New japan dojo, she was pissed when I would show her my ideas of wrestling without rings. "I don't want to be with a man who can't provide for himself." I talked to Bauxite on the phone for a long time last weekend and he said that she said the same thing to him once. When I talked to Bauxite, I could tell that he was no longer alive. He was a lover and she was the beloved, as Carson McCuller would say. McCuller thought that love is never mutual that the lover lives off the beloved and the beloved starts to hate the lover since the beloved starts to become a host of this parasitic Lover. The thing with Jennifer is that she could be both. She was always the beloved in both Bauxite's and my relationship her- but instead of becoming BELOVED, THE VICTIM, she would become BELOVED, THE ONE WHO WOULD CREATE HER NEW BELOVED. She was ruthless in molding her lover into something that would be her Beloved- and it all makes perfect sense- in retrospect. In retrospect, you gotta respect a girl who will use sheer will to try to create what will make her happy, as opposed to simply being a pampered love thing. Now it all makes sense and is all noble and self-empowering and shit but at the time, it was psychological hell on earth. The problem with Bauxite is that he could never escape. He almost became Jennifer's idea of a perfect man. the problem was that he had completely destroyed whatever he had once had inside himself just to create this new thing for her to love. After Jennifer figured out that she was actually in love with a walking shadow, she bolted on the poor motherfucker and Bauxite has been a fucking horror show ever since. Anyway, back to me and Ken at the Storage Warehouse. I asked him about Jennifer and if she had ever spoke of me while I was a truly pathetic broken motherfucker in Singapore. Jennifer and Ken were close friends for a while- especially after the break-up when Jennifer left me for Bauxite. We all divided up our friends and Jennifer was looking for quality friends to make up for my loyal contingent, so I figured enough time had passed and this would be the right time for Ken to turn on her and give me the story. I said, "Gilgil once told me that Jennifer said she missed talking to me since Bauxite isn't the smartest guy on earth. I mean what the fuck would you talk to Bauxite about?" Ken was noncommittal. "Well, Toby, to be honest, She never said anything to me." I think this was payback for the seven years I kept him in isolation. Or there is the possibility that I really didn't matter one iota to the social structure of my friends in Japan. I was standing on the mats. I heard Bauxites theme music. He was a hulking metallic figure and he was always into this crazy Teutonic Disco shit that would drive anyone crazy. I was gonna listen to my theme again and I was interrupted by a horrendously drunk Bauxite. He could barely move and he walked the circumference of the mats in this tilted halting gate. I looked at him and I pitied him for a moment. Only I would know how he was ground into powder and pissed on. Then I looked at myself and realized that I was also ground into fucking powder and I actually survived and moved on. I mean shit. He asked for this fate when he stole what was mine- and it was then when I no longer thought of him as the idiot savior who saved me from my own stupid romantic suicide. At that moment, I lost all respect. What a pussy. Here he is, coming to my gymnasium, calling me out in a drunken stupor. I grabbed a chair, drank a bud lite and threw it on the ground. I whispered, "Bauxite- that empty can is YOU." then I kicked his motherfucking ass for the glory of Japan.

I think Ray Rice should get dumped on his head and armbared by Ronda Rousey.

One thing that I feel positive about is that all of the guys you mentioned.... Punk, Bryan, the Shield, Etc...this generation of stars... I truly believe that they've learned from the mistakes of their predecessors and won't be repeating those mistakes. If nothing else, that is something to feel good about.

No one is really doing it here but please stay away from "OMG! I AM SAW HIM SWEATING! CLEARLY HE WAS HAVING KIDNEY FAILURE!!!!" stuff that I am seeing way too much of on the internet You are not a doctor. You did not stay at a Holiday Inn

I assume Flair is leading them all to a tailor, because all those oversized suits are hilariously bad.