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Speaking of foreign Evil Dead knockoffs, has anybody seen ever watched this one?

I don't know what the fuck Evil Clutch is, but thank you, sir....thank you very much. I will definitely have to check that out. The Beach House was a worthy entry alongside recent body horror movies.

I finally saw Mausoleum a few weekends ago. It might have been just a little too batshit for me. I started rolling my eyes around the third disembowelment by telekinesis.

I missed that segment. That's what I get for never going back and watching whichever show I don't tune into on Wednesday nights.

Last night, it finally dawned on me that Cole resembles a stomach worm Stevie Richards as much as he does malnutrition Shawn Michaels.

What was even the point of Scarlett showing the hourglass (running down) to Cole a few weeks ago? Did Kross use his powers of clairvoyance to bet on Cole losing the title and win a shitload of money? Maybe Cross has one of those sports entertainment almanacs from the future handy.

Joe Bob and John Bloom are such close personal friends it's almost like they're the same guy.

I need to watch the whole thing again.

All I know is Lars deserves to be beaten to death with one of Jim Cornette's loaded tennis rackets for their shitty cover of Diamondhead's "The Prince."

I don't care for Havoc either, and that was before all the smoke about him being a scumsicle human being. A dude in a Mortal Kombat mask proficient with a staple gun.

I'm on about catty brand loyalty sycophants whenever somebody's feathers get ruffled over my comment that I'd rather watch Io/Sasha than Best Friends challenge for the tag team titles. Conspiracy theory: since I always changed the channel whenever Triple H was droning on during his 25-minute weekly opening promos, I just thought they were all some variation of "I AM THE GAME....AH....I AM THE GAME....AH.....racist shit about Booker T.....I AM THE GAME.....AH.....C.M. Punk has the physique of a homeless former Subway sandwich artist.....I AM THE GAME....AH." Only you knew weenie ass was one of his obscure go-to phrases so you must be him.

Ah shit, you got me there.

That is at least scarier than the movie, Uncle Sam.

Edginess would be saying that about the Black Album. I know Slayer bros that don't consider any Metallica albums after Kill 'Em All good.

Personally, if I ever felt the urge to listen to Load/Reload, I'd skip the whiskey step altogether and go straight to the barrel of a shotgun in my mouth step.

Bobby Fish will be Go Fish and carry around a deck of cards.

I want to believe it was actually Peter Weller as Robocop at Capital Combat 1990. However Jim Cornette is a bullshitting sack of shit that has (amongst other whoppers and tall tales) attributed throwing John Matuszak through a bar window to both Harley Race and Dick Slater; so if he's the one and only source, chances are it was somebody else.

And thanks to that damned Odessa, I want to see Shayna rocking Tank Abbott's goatee.

Seeing the picture of Sting from the Great American Bash 1990, would it have really been that damaging or detrimental for Flair to lose in the center of the ring to the scorpion deathlock? That finish was probably never even proposed as Flair probably loved the reversal finish that much. The thing is Steamboat used the exact same small package reversal of the figure four to end Flair's previous reign. I mean the Dudes with Attitudes were already out there to prevent the other Horsemen from interfering. Obviously Sting's title reign was fucked before it even began but at least his first title win could have seemed more special had he beaten Flair with his signature move instead of the same reversal everybody else beat Flair with.

In an alternate timeline, the challenge on the battleship was for Lex Luger to have Giant Gonzalez put the clawhold on him without bleeding from the eyes and ears. And it was aboard a spaceship.

Works for me. As long as she grows out some sweet chin whiskers.

I don't even remember weenie ass being a Triple H thing. Besides I always hated Triple H and C.M. Punk, but the former definitely did his damndest to ruin the Summer of Punk. I guess I'm not the cool guy that likes shitty indy darlings who take a break during the climax of a supposed PPV co-main event caliber match to huff each other's farts. Orange Cassidy has actually grown on me. But he had me from the moment I witnessed this. Toilet humor has its place as long as it's subtle and more importantly doesn't take place smack dab in the middle of the finish of a match. Granted I was never part of any crew that set up the ring for a show Chuck Taylor worked in Bucksnort, Tennessee. I'm sure it is a deeply enriching experience and gives one a sense of belonging.

I call this one "Bret Hart really is the shittiest Barry Windham." Nobody can do cowboy boots like the Windhams, sport.

Is it just me or does Jack Brisco kind of look like Tattaglia from The Godfather?

Maybe Shayna can be repackaged as an evil MMA clown.