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  1. This is why you are smarter than me, Mr. P. I have just been watching Fridays this week on Tubi (for the musical guests, I swear (Devo 3x)(and the Mexican DJ sketches) (and The Pharmacist) (and Andy Kaufman bits)) and I didn't think of this connection. Boy, those shows always have been gutted and censored, so many missing episodes, sketches and musical acts (still no Sir Douglas Quintet or The Jam or Split Enz, but we get Al Jarreau twice?). Anyway, yeah, as others pointed out, this was a work but is it really a work if the principle parties never acknowledged that, or more importantly, if others involved didn't know it was a work? If money was involved, then it would be classified as a con. AK was one-of-a-kind, despite his imitators and vast influence. Another Johnny Legend cultural touchstone, by the way. We certainly were talking about this in school the next day (the sketch, not JLegend we were not that cool). Kaufman's next season sweaty coked hangover was the best.
  2. https://external-preview.redd.it/iLrDzegkFvszH3j49lmlERNQo3qFze9NFUuTDPQ4PvM.jpg?auto=webp&s=9667dc1490fa443793026773d4c6b0b22a0fce36 See?!?? SEE??!!!!! Ima go handle some snakes now...
  3. The page forward gimmick worked again for a bit then it didn't. Sometimes I can leave a "like" and sometimes not. I haven't tried imbedding a pic or that thingy with @ and someone's handle and everything runs way slow. Written from my rachet ChromeBook with 500+ tabs open (metaphor for my life). DEAN, fix my 'puter. Please.
  4. Thank you, PS, for this delicious throwback indy match. These two guys know how to do the modern pro wrestling of that time for sure. Road Dogg could have cruised here, he sorta does, but his most basic gear is super-solid and so sound so it doesn't matter. Punk has been around for a bit by this point, but he and his work are still green (as goose shit). Nevertheless, he has IT, that is apparent here. Even in the lockerrooms of that time, he could be surrounded by better indy workers but his potential (that he filled out) was world's above anybody else and he commanded attention because of it. (My interjection here: CM Punk: Close Personal Friend of thee Reverend Axl Future, Sexy Ace Steele: CPFotRAF, Dave Prazak: CPFotRAF, Ian Rotten: CPFotRAF, shoutout to Capt. Lou, & Capt. Lou: CPFotRAF. Oy, do I have stories.) I really really dig the transfer quality here - perfectly watchable, everything has a golden overexposure that adds charm. Prazak doing too much and the 15yo ref both contribute to ultra-indyness of this. The fans only look a bit mutated, making me think this is IN instead of KY. Punk here hasn't worked anywhere but local promotions (in a wide mostly Midwestern swath, to be sure), but is starting to wrestle the vets and various WWF/WCW cast-offs that were circulating. Stomping the mat whilst punching is so much better/cooler/zen than slapping one's thigh while kicking. I approve. --Super basic match. --It got over. --Historical value. What's not to like? Thanks again to the noble Glistening Porcine One, and to thee Mighty Matt D. "This was fun and I learned a lot."
  5. I approve this post, since I strangely have lived in all three areas (2nd Ave & 2nd St, around the corner from The Lemon Ice King of Corona, Jane St). I'll be the weirdo cheering both guys...
  6. You all owe it to yourselves, especially if you have been a good boy and/or girl in these trying times, to watch at least thee first 15 minutes of this here video treasure. Here is my listicle of some highlights from those 900 seconds --- -the pilfered theme songs. -the lack of music or indeed any showmanship or effects for the wrestler's entrances. - the referee is Thee Japanese Danny Devito. - Abbie is quick, The Destroyer is aggro. - Abbie has an old school plaster on his shoulder. - Mr. Butcher also emits schnauzer-like yelps when he is selling on occasion. This amuses the crowd, who are very vocal (relatively). "The Shriekin' Abbie" will be a signature cocktail for my rassling themed Polynesian Tiki bar & grill. Lots of grenadine in that one, comes decorated with pineapple chunks speared on a fork. - See other participants as ringside spectators as well as dojo boys that will become future stars themselves. - Mr. Beyer totally tittatgooseganderturnstables his foe and it's great. - Any screencap from the last 3 minutes could be a cover for a Stanley Weston mag with the title "THE VAMPIRES ARE TAKING OVER WRESTLING!!!". - Are those not straight up rolls of TP being thrown into the ring? **BONUS** If you stay for thee final match, you get to see Bruiser Brody manhandle cranky cobwebbed Lou Thesz.
  7. Three different hombres literally mopped the ring after that IWRG match. Festive.
  8. My Chromephone seems to work OK on here, but I am an old codger with bad eyes and sausage fingers and am loathe to use the interWebs on my wee pocket computer. My Chromebook however experiences all the glitches of the above users. How I am supposed to "like" DEAN's posts now? Maybe he will stop thinking about how much I luv him?!? What about my psyche?
  9. @porksweats my non-kosher glistening boychick, here is for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2Ee1CRWzMc&ab_channel=RobD (sorry, DVDVR is really wonky for me lately, links won't post and the page foward/back often don't work, anyone else plagued with this?) At any rate, I was thinking about Killer Tim Brooks today, as I tend to do as he is a favorite in thee RAF fiefdom. He is in thee Top Three Most Intimidating Pro Wrestlers That I Have Ever Met, even though when I encountered him at a Cauliflower Alley Club meeting he looked like a grizzled rabbi. When the handsomest man in the ring is Al Madril you know you are in Rasslintown. When old coots complain that today's clean'n'pretty indie lightweights don't look like the "real men" workers that they grew up fearing, Mr. KTB is front & center. i like variety myself. This match is a hoot. Thanks again to @Matt D (see, no fancy link alert thang) for TCB, nice work.
  10. So here we all are in this Secret Santo booze party, and most of us have brought some hipper-than-thou cloudy natural wine or some elitist small batch microbrew summer IPA mishegoss or fancy-pants pre-mixed fresh negronis from the faux dive bar, and we are all standing around sipping and log-rolling and patting our fine selves on the back, getting a mild buzz on because dontcha know we are all responsible "smart" Capital A-dults all up in here, and the door slams open and in swaggers @SirSmellingtonofCascadia with a fuggin' handle of Jack Daniels and we thought we outgrew that but WRONG! our young selves were realer and knew the score, 'cause that is what this match is: straight US hooch the way it was meant to be, room temp and sweet and making the room and soul all hazy but clearer than everYEAH! How good are these four men? How good are these two teams? RAF even did some research: from 1983 through 1992 (inclusive), at least one of these workers placed in the #1 spot of a positive WON Year End Award. We could go '80 thru '95 if we went for a "in the top 5" award placement. Although we are in the twilight of these teams' careers, perhaps, nevertheless this match-up is dynamite, baby. It's is your Clash o'Champions NWA Tag Team Tourney, and this clip opens with that sorta racist bible thumper Uncle Bill Watts, booking sage, yakking with Tony SchivanTOE because there too much background factz for just the commentary team to handle, and that is the way I like my pro wrestling. Williams & Gordy's theme, drowned by the crowd noise, sounds like "Lust For Life" and I am going to pretend it is for that is cool. I also manlove Jesse The Body, he is really good as always. The amateur feeling out opening chapter works so well because of who is in there, and we know that the violence can and will erupt but not until the match gives us a reason for it to do so. The eventual break from wrestling to rasslin' to brawling is the psychology of the match, and the back story is the puissance of these men and the story told in the ring is "who can/will go the farthest to get the win in this match?', and everything supplements each other and gives us the emotional frisson and payout. The fact that we know in our heart (if not brain) how this will play out (but not necessarily end) is immaterial to our enjoyment. Bring the audience up and bring them down again, that's thee rollercoaster. I really would have liked this match to have had another 15 minutes for some more of those ups and downs, they could have done more, I remember this whole card being very rushed abd crowded. The match was good. Steve Williams' monstrous torso is both eerily fascinating and beautifully repellent to me. Afterwards, we get the wrap-up, new standings and why we need to watch the GAB '92 as told by the control room experts Tony T., Magnum TA and his magnificent hairstyle in front of the leaderboard, a real one -not a graphic- with the magnetic team names on little plaques, I also miss that. Thank, you my noble gentry brother from Cascadia for this choice, I had a good time and learned a lot.
  11. I can tell you definitively that is is from Asesinos De La Lucha Libre (1962). Gori looks too old for the '50s. The cinematography is for a movie, not a documentary or TV show. It's edited but I doubt it was a movie shoot, probably filmed as a real match on a card. The sound is post-synced and I assume it's all from the same match, I couldn't find changes in the crowd and no way are they breaking kayfabe in Mexico in that era for reshoots. I thought I had seen this film so I was searching IMDb, looking for all four participants and I found it. Of course, I could have looked first at the YouTube description where it states what pelicula it is from and when... Aiyiyi, way to take the long way, RAF.
  12. Posted August 18 "BOOOORRR-RIIINNNGGG" Just kidding, I find the "booring" jeer as annoying and insulting as most folks do, and it exposes the caller a a big ass mark, as does the "FIGHT FOREVER" chant in my opinion. _________________________________________________________________ Are you trying to steal my gimmick, DEAN? I did travel to UFC 6 at the Cobo Arena in downtown Detroit to see Severn vs. Shamrock. I thought it was brilliant, a 30:00 broadway. The crowd was irate, and I was laughing. What a value. We had Coney dogs afterwards and many shots of booze in Hamtramck.
  13. These days, promoters can be the biggest marks/cosplayers/wannabes of all.
  14. [email protected], let's git this mudshow on thee road. In a earlier post, I rambled on like a Bughouse Square prophet about thee "history of rassling". I'm still a-thinkin'. But --free thread topic alert-- what about The 20 Pro Wrestling Matches We Should All See, chosen for their work quality, historical significance, and being representative of an important style/era/promotion. Not just our faves or "*****" epics, but milestones of a sort, a time capsule for our future Venusian Overlords to dig our fantastic culture. I'm thinking of Hart vs. Austin SS '96, Barr/Guerrero vs. Octagon/EHDSanto at When Worlds Collide '94, Slaughter vs. Patterson Alley Fight '81, Lawler vs. Idol Steel Cage etc. '87, Kerry VE wins the title from Flair '84, probably a NWA Wargames w/the Horsemen. It is going to be biased towards stuff that there's footage of, for sure, but if not I would include Rogers vs. Sammartino and such. The above match would absolutely be on my list. Really, you gotta know some of the backstory and context but it's a scorcher. RAF wishes he could find a version that has the post-match riot on there. Right around '93 or so, I was at a Chiller Theater con doing the vendor thing, and as I made the early morning rounds to spend my own dollare, I was asking around for some interesting rassling merch. A gruff gentlemen answered my inquiry thusly: "I got this tape but I don't know what's on it. How about five bucks?". What a bargain, I said. It was one of those dupes taped for resale at a big Japanese mall, and the only non-kanji characters on the ink jet label were "NJPW". Well, that tape was the saga of one of my favorite workers Big Van Vader in New Japan. It had promos and talk show appearances and matches, such fun matches. It's in the basement somewhere, I hope with the Go Video deck. Inoki is someone I never followed too much, but his influence casts a long shadow. His good stuff is really good, but I've seen a whole bunch of dross too, and his ego definitely hurt the business. Nice robes, tho'. Here ya go, SSOC my royal chum, for Your Noble Pleasure, it's short but powerful. I didn't spot Beat Takeshi's weathered mug, but Masa Saito brings the scary violent casual dress energies. Enjoy...
  15. I thought that signs annoyed me. Then the hipsters started chants. Now I miss the signs. At least signs require some preplanning and effort, and a lot of bad ones are funny to me (unless you are stuck behind one, but a pleasant request and/or surly snarl will take care of that). Chants are the crowd trying to be part of the show and not at all spontaneous these days, and are a more aggressive way to show one's "smartness" that gets in my face more. What is worse is that so many young workers are influenced by these chants and cultivate them.
  16. No, upstate NY, Kingston area. I totally but unknowingly had a crush on her. However, everyone else in the class got a birthday shout-out (except maybe the mutants born in the summer I don't remember) except me, because my solar anniversary fell on the date of the death of her husband, which in hindsight was an odd fact to reveal to a bunch of 2nd graders. See, i was doomed from the start, and maybe this explains my predilection for goth girls in my youth...
  17. I'm catchin' up over here! LIONESS ASUKA (c) vs. KYOKO INOUE - To be honest I have three pages of notes on this match, but I am just gonna wing it for the most part. I mean, this is a classic joshi speed run, it starts abrubtly and continues at that same pace. To "keep it real", as the kids are wont to say, I get blown up just watching these things. Now, thee RAF usually prefers his Japanese ladies matches with your giant Ainu heels trying to annihilate tiny lipstick idols, but there are always exceptions 'cause the best girls/matches are really so so good (better than most men's work going on in several periods past, work-wise), I am looking at you Bison Kimura, Bull Nakano, Aja, Dump, and of course anything to do with the Crush Gals. My main joshi objection is while the matches are often great, the cards as a whole are not varied enough - it can be an exhausting trial to sit thru a whole tape (see above, re. blowing up). I believe this is the first singles meeting of these two geniuses (DVDVR scholars, back me up?). The theme appears to be angry vet heel w/crowd support versus plucky underdog with great spirit, a classic to be sure, and both are perfect for it. LA in particular has that "giving no fucks" vibe and is mildly annoyed that you are making her beat you up so she's just going to ramp up the violence until you stop irking her which could be never. Ringside is full of Asuka's dojogirl acolytes, and right away Inoue throws a few of them around like salt before a sumo match. Is it obvious and redundant to say that these two for all intents and appearances are straining to perform each hold and move with maximum impact and intention to be as hard'n'hurtful as possible? Because they certainly are, but we already knew that. THEE LIONESS IS A VENGEFUL JUGGERNAUT WITH THE HAIRCUT OF MY SECOND GRADE TEACHER, MS. BARNHART. Kyoko Inoue chose the style of dress of an extrovert clown but it's the kind of clown who cries, and we too are crying along with her and her beatdown. Those ringside underlings really are interfering, giving a very USA heel/face dynamic to this thing, which I appreciate. About 3/4s of the way through they are outside the ring and LA drags KI by the hair into an unoccupied block of yakuza ticketed seats on the first tier off the floor and casually tosses her over the side to land thigh-first on thee Unbreakable Japanese Table. Yow. KI get whipped into thee UJT leaning against the ringpost sweet merciful Kwannon I saw a crack I swear. Things are looking even more dire for the Befringed Upstart as she eats a monstrous picture perfect superplex. You might miss Inoue landing on her feet after taking a backdrop over the top rope later because Asuka does a no-frills but evil dive onto her right after. LA takes this opportunity to hang her weakened foe by her neck with a belt over the stairs to the lower floor bathrooms. Back in the ring KI survives the pin attempt after a underhook cradle powerbomb off the top - don't get your minions to bump the ref if you want a fair count, Lioness I am talking to you. Kyoko certainly has had her comebacks and shine but a powerbomb of her own into a pin is countered with a slick kickout right into an armbar. Ropes, ropes, ropes - acceptable behavior for a babyface underdog challenger against a sadistic champion. The speed kicks up a notch or two, and @DEANis thrilled by a series of missile dropkicks and LARIATOs but are not we all, my friends? Our pal thee UJT reappears and dances with the ladies, who at one point both climb upon it, I've done some stoopid thing in my life but that was nuts. Inoue really fires up, and layers on German suplexes and powerbombs and LARIATOs akin to a luscious Austrian torte, and the richness of it is too much for Lioness Asuka who finally goes down for the 1-2-3, and we get a new champion. Post-match, insults and challenges are hurled, but I am reaching for the oxygen tank. To quote my late great pal, The Cosmic Commander Of Wrestling, "That shit was sick!". So true, my brother. Thank you, Mr. DEAN.
  18. One of the many reasons I hate thee COVIDs is that all the Ikinari steak houses in NYC closed down. It was a real bonding experience for my kid and I to eat there whenever we visited; she's a Japanophile and carnivore like me. Don't get me started on Gray's Papaya. Wrestling content*: One time (25 years ago?) I worked a show in Indiana, around the holidays. All the indy promoters knew you could book Jimmy Valiant cheaply (no trans) at that time of the year because he was around to visit his family. It was in a high school and we were using the classrooms as the lockerroom area. The Boogie Woogie Man and RAF were assigned one together, much to my giddy secret mark delight. I made the requisite handshakings and obsequities, but kept quiet merely observed his match and merch work 'cause that is how I was trained. Several young workers came up to him throughout the evening and he gave them the office & skillfully directed them to his gimmick table. Towards the end of the card, as we were putting our stuff together, I noticed that all of his clothing, including his street (people) clothes, had his name on it in some form. Boogie Man, Boogie Woogie, Handsome, Jimmy Valiant, Boogie's Wrestling Camp and so on --- I was stunned at this major stylistic gambit, genuinely agog at the deserved arrogance of it as well as the practical thrift and mercantile aspects. I said, "Mr. Valiant, I am very impressed that all of your clothing** has your name on it. I have to ask: what happened to all your old ring wear? It was so great. Do you still have the "CHEWBACCA" tights?" "Well, you know brother, things happen, and time passes. I ain't got none of that stuff any more." "None of it?!?! The Big Mama's Flowers shirt? The radio station trunks?" "No, brother, all gone. You know I moved and some ladies took some..." [an element of despair cracks my voice] "What about the jacket that said I AM A and the trunks that had a star on the ass?" "All gone, man, but it don't matter, that's the way of the world, daddy." I like to think that he gave me some color photos to console my wounded soul. An Earth without the Iconic Vestments was a lesser one for me, I thought. In turn I gave him some stickers for my zine CLAW HOLD!. I later mailed him a bunch of issues and merch, and we wrote back and forth a couple times. He invited me to come up to the Camp and we chatted before he had to grab his ride. The Handsome One taught me the Buddha lesson on the impermanence of all material things and the danger of our attachment to such things. That interaction I had was better than any memorabilia I could own. *Senility warning - I have told this story here before. It is proudly one of my faves... **Including his socks, by the way.
  19. Le amuse bouche: From Big Daddy "one day they're making wrestling drawings and now I'm buying IKEA furniture for the dorm" @DEAN, we get this hoary slice of the Indys, The Black Dragon & Dr Luther VS American Dragon & Adam Firestorm from Portland circa 2002, Canada vs. U-S-A/NZ, baby. I feel like this in time period, the indies started coalescing around a few big stars who worked their butts off and traveled all around; the best workers could get booked in a variety of promotions. Instead of being big fish in small territories, they could choose to treat it all as one big scene. The interWebs and the tape trading was doing this, right? The quality and mentality of these top unsigned workers had it do with this change as well, of course, but things were moving away from that hot Monday Night Wars boom period where little promotions & promoters were aping the main feds and there were plenty of cast-off superstar vets floating around between contracts. Now, newer styles emerge and combine , very diverse to be sure, but both inclusive (with influences from rassling all around the world) and navel-gazing (a self referential, almost "meta" mode with less psychology and story-telling but lotsa action and danger and moves and obvious effort (y'know, for the kids)). Indy for indy's sake, people were not learning from the previous era's vets anymore and maybe these young Turks didn't necessarily know if they were going to get signed to New York or Atlanta or even Philly but you could make a living if you were hungry and talented enough... At any rate, despite my riffing intro, this is quite the classic tag match, especially in the beginning. I always liked Dr. Luther - sure, he's no DC Drake but that's a high bar in RAF's book. I am really digging his constant grimace. The Black Dragon always was a gem when he would pop up on tapes, but he didn't really leave Canada. AD is of course DB and/or BD and is a mothertruckin' prodigy here in the dawn of his career. Adam F rocks the late '90s look and I am pleased to see him here too. I can't tell fersure if this match is laid out so basically that they could call it in the ring (doubtful) or if it was meticulously discussed and rehashed in the lockerroom (probably). At any rate, everybody here is competent enough to make to look fresh and spontaneous. I dunno if I have ever seen anything from this NWA affiliate before, at least not a whole card/event/TV show. Great low budget local look and some awesome sponsors (where are my commercials?!). The white set w/black drapes, Mean Gene-lite interviewer and especially the camerawork really made this special. I become fascinated by the comically oversized kickpads of Dr. Luther, who is also wearing his own merch. Most everybody is hitting some nice solid-looking moves and loud bumps. It was too short, I bet with another 15 minutes we coulda seen a festive hot tag. One quibble i had was that although folks were selling (as much as you could in a quick fast match), when they were they still hit their moves really big. This is a strong-style taint that always bugs me: usually when you are selling, if you come back with a big maneuver it should be difficult and even distressful to hit. American Dragon gets it. We are also treated to bookend heel promos. This was fun, a bracing slice of UHF TV match goodness. (thank you, Tom & Gloria) ((pt. 2, The Electric Quickening tomorrow...)
  20. OK- DeanoMachino StronglikedeCappuchino - @DEAN see how my insomnia-induced procrastination can work for me, IMA WATCH ALL THE MATCHES YOU DOLE OUT LIKE SHEKELS SCATTERED BEFORE THEE ROYAL CHARIOT AND I AM THE SUMERIAN SERF, cuz I'm a greedy miser. My ChromeBook is so overloaded, like 700 tabs, it's a-crawling baby, who has the time to open all that? Anyhoo, here you go, old pal old chum as B. Bunny (Bugs, not Bad, kiddos) used to say. I was searching for some Incredibly Strange Wrestling to present to ye, as I am again on my mental kick of thee futility of a History of Rassling, it should not could not get written, there's too much and kay fabe has made this like the most arcane of Arabic alchemys, but you know some Clever Dick is going to try but you're gonna need some Borgesian Aleph and/or the spirits of Jack Pfefer, Toots Mondt and Jim Barnett to even try and it'll still be wrong. So where does stuff like ISW figure in, you could use the punk analogy but is more complicated than that. Will Johnny Legend (a CPF of RAF) get his dues? Will more pages be written on AJ Styles than Capt. Lou Albano? Beautiful Beauregard and Chris Colt were more influential than 99% of any of those PWG workers and I stand by that. Anyway, I got this here match, but I think it's from J.R. Benson's YT channel, and that jagoff ripped me off for tapes ever so long ago, and my lack of Buddha Nature prevents me from using any of his matches from there on here so we get this. State of 1995 indies going on, I guess, the rest of the card looks pretty dire (The Navajo Kid v. RJ Rodriguez, Bobby Bradley v. The Wild Renegade, Johnny Paine v. Little Haystacks, Judge Dread v. Gary Key, The Thug v. Cincinnati Red, SWAT v. Cincinnati Red, RJ Rodriguez & The Wild Renegade, The Junkyard Dog v. The Thug, The Volcano Kid & Tonga Kid v. Rajun Raven & The Samurai Warrior, Virgil v. Larry Power) But Terry Funk, Aton bless Terry Funk, the man is amazing, a gotdang National Treasure, a grizzled Texas Poet Laureate of thee Mat, nuff said. And did someone really use Al Naafiysh (The Soul) by Hashim for Sabu's entrance music???!?!? WHO?! It works! I owe them a hug. Enjoy.
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