(BP)

*stops doing Hindu squats while hauling myself over the coals for having a McNugget meal last night* What do you mean?

The thing with the footage that I keep thinking about is a possible criminal case: if prosecutors can introduce song lyrics into cases against rappers, then the Network is potentially thousands of hours of circumstantial evidence. I’m assuming a Vince-level attorney would be able to get that kept out, but if not that one Trish segment alone would finish him.

Obviously this goes back to who knew what when speculation, but it’s very weird that the Bellas bridged two generations of women’s wrestling in WWE and weren't aware enough to tell their mother not to get involved with Laurinaitis.

No. I could see him faking it to escape though. Paul London just needs to keep a straight face for him to pull it off this time.

I keep thinking about how much power he was able to exert over this woman, and how this wasn’t even someone whose lifelong goal was to work in wrestling, and specifically for WWE. It’s chilling to think about someone whose hopes and dreams were in Vince’s hands and what they may have been put through.

They set up his shares in a unique way to be able to get him out the door as soon as something like this happened, so I’d imagine yes.

I’ve never been more certain that the Ashley Massaro allegations were true. Just tragic.

My consolation is that he usually spends the rest of his American dates beating indie wrestlers into hamburger meat.

Tarantino loved Badlands so much that he wrote his own take on it twice. What’s funny is that when he was approached about writing Halloween 6 around that time his pitch was a road movie with Michael and The Man in Black. Now that would’ve been something. I think cutting the Barbarian Brothers scene out of NBK was a perfectly reasonable decision, but I’m so happy that it exists.

I’ve never seen Ready Player One or read the book, but whenever it comes up I think of how the author wrote an infamous cringe poem about the kind of porn he’d like to direct.

I dunno, I’ve got at least one person in my life who’s a massive JLo fan and who might see that and be inspired to get their personal life together, so there but for the grace of Benifer go I.

She’s not overreacting, she’s Lemonading. Or there’s a 50/50 chance Demon Vincent D’Onofrio shows up and it turns out she’s still trapped in The Cell.

Asking Kevin Smith not to engage with his harshest critics is like asking Nolan to not score his movies with an oppressive thumping bass.

It feels a bit past GOAT’s cultural moment as a term to be a movie title. Promising Young Football Player would be funnier.

His Mister Mojo Risin anagram would be Crap Jerky.

Bill Hayes also hit number one on the Billboard in 1955.

H2O shows there are infamous for their “fans bring the weapons” matches and the creative stuff people bring. One time my brother brought a cheese grater strapped to a bible.

Hogan working Mike Awesome and taking multiple table power bombs from him is something that feels like it shouldn't exist but does.

@Curt McGirt there is Frankenstein: Day of the Beast. It looks like cheap dogshit, but the core concept is cool, it’s just Victor’s wedding and the Monster is picking off the people attending the ceremony. The only reason I’m aware of it is because it’s the movie being played in the background of the awesome Spanish slasher The Last Matinee.

Oh shit, he’s going to hire Velveteen Dream and use PlayStation 2-level CGI to make him wrestle himself in the main event.

https://independentwrestling.tv/promotion/action-wrestling

And Lisa Frankenstein next month. One of the Frankensteins that isn’t brought up is the one with Patrick Bergin and Randy Quaid as The Monster that came out shortly before the Branagh. I watched it a ton as a kid, but I haven’t seen it since and it seems to have a bad rep. It has some weird extra conceit where they’re telepathically linked. Patrick Bergin had this incredibly unfortunate talent for picking projects based on stories that were adapted into bigger studio productions a year or two later that made his versions look like Asylum ripoffs. It happened with his Robin Hood movie and Prince of Thieves, and then again with his Jack the Ripper movie and From Hell.

This is essentially in my backyard, so I’m very hyped up right now.

The Verdict is set in Boston, and I don’t think it gets much better than that.

I’ve warmed up to the theory that Paulie betrayed Tony in a back room deal and was going to end up running the Jersey mob as the “glorified crew” that New York wanted them to be.