thee Reverend Axl Future

Who are you, why have you hacked SirSmellingtonofCascadia's account and what have you done with my friend?!?!?! Also, that match edit is shite because the best line of all was left out: "That's no cowboy, that's Abdullah the Butcher!".

The damn (moderndayequivalentofa) booker of the major fed teasing the recipient of the fed's main title belt change and it being reported on social media is exactly what turns my stomach about pro wrestling today. This does not make the product more compelling or sell (moderndayequivalentof) tickets. Just because everyone ignores kay fabe does not mean it is dead. Try it a little - it might improve the "product". Lou Thesz can spin in his grave and I don't care, but this shite would make the corpse of Buddy Rodgers weep zombie tears. Feh.

Little known fact: at that time in the Early '90s, every move was called "OOAAOAWW!!!!".

Not for nothing, but if you arrive at a hospital after an incident complaining of neck pain and such, they are damn sure going to put you in a brace and keep you there, especially back then. Even today, most probably, but it would be harder to get painkillers. Everyone here needs to watch "My Breakfast With Blassie" again (I hope) and get the real scoop, and also some mega-Zen lessons from AK and Thee Hollywood Fashion Plate.

Lack of sleep is thee best cheap hallucinogen there is, brother. Your dreams will be quite intense as well. Wakefulness =/= mindfulness, hypnagogia for thee long haul, REM is for suckers.

I am waiting for TripleHHH to give me that call for my talent scouting prowess. Colleges? Please. Nothing there but a bunch of mollycoddles and pinks. I see what there they think they're doing now, but all the old traditional places to find wrestlers that I read about in the magazines are being overlooked: the flesh pits of Calcutta, the Canadian lumberjack camps, alone on a farm pulling a plow or tossing hay bales, the darkest heart of Uganda, the year 2012, Thee Iron Gates of Fate, our nightmares, frozen in a block of ice, Algeria, the French Foreign Legion, walking out of the surf, the Wrong Side Of The Tracks, on leave from the State Mental Asylum, 3 Mile Island, Every Girl's Dream, the Bowery, The State of Euphoria, Badstreet USA. I mean, a classic rule of business is to fill a void that everyone else is overlooking. Hunter, I am eminently qualified, brother, gimme a hollar.

AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaheeehehhee... You're killin' me. (note: RAF does not enjoy Konnan)

I don't like those kinda matches anymore because I have been listening to too much Jim Cornette podcast whilst I cook dinner for the ungrateful family, but I also liked this match (mostly). I would bet that the same person trained both of these guys because they had the same kind of "Marvel Way To Draw Comics" exaggerated movements -play to the cheap seats, kid- which I think is good. Everyone should see what you are doing, better to be overly broad and then work on making it more natural than the other way around. There was too much overacting (a totally different thang) by the other employees of the promotion, in that "everyone wants to be a worker way". Only the wrestlers (and managers, if necessary) should be overstated, all else -referees, announcers, commentators, security, merch sales- should be as naturalistic as possible, you're all ordinary humans and audience proxies amidst the warring titans. The sexy ref in particular was comically overselling, but in every other manner she was right on top of the action and in the right place for the workers and for crowd control. We all can't be part of the show. The guy picking up the trash got scared like he was auditioning for "Scooby-Doo", but please do not use fatboy texting on his phone at merch table #2 again, he brought it all down for us watching on video. There were a couple of my pet peeves here: the chair to chair slugfest (uuggghhh but it was short) and poor choice of plunder. Don't use jumper cables unless you clip some real nipples or fleshy folds, there are ways to gimmick that. If you are gonna do some duct tape hair removal, DO IT and show everybody at ringside (which was every patron there, I guess). A plastic storage bin lid? Worker, please - crack that shiznit in twain and start raking a back. That said, these boys looked good. and the match had a nice flow. I dug saving the big color for the end. Note to Scary Boxing Boots Man: the real Bruiser Brody always knew where his chain was, therefor Mr. Cameraman shut yer gob. The camerawork was great. The lack of entrance music and commentary added to it all for me. There were a lot of seniors in the crowd, a true sign of believable ringwork. I would watch stuff with these guys, and the the ref, again.

This is for the the folks who were born after the Amerikan Bicentennial who might not realize what an amazing worker and wrestler Adrian Adonis was, and how festive The East West Connection was, and even how much fun Jesse "The Body" Ventura was too. I wuz gonna babble on, but this is about Thee Golden Boy. I wish there was more SWCW footage of him available.

But wait, viddy this: from the same ham'n'egger that originally owned that mag, this amazing WWF MSG program - With annotated back resultz! I love that he had to put "win" and "lost" or ""drew/drew" - that's thoroughness. What is up with my long lost homie's penmanship?: But there is more! Look at this Nth degree carny ad ---- Ohbahgum, Johnny take my moneys... The show was in Allentown in the same building that they used to shoot TV in. Also, a big mist to the eyes to all the greedpigs selling rassling mags for $10+. Information must be free, history is for thee People, magazines don't belong in plastic sleeves and I need to win MegaMillions.

Aha! My beautiful phone that hates my fat fingers.

That's eerie -- I just bought this magazine today at a Paper & Ephemera Show... (aaarrggh, cannot post pics from my Chromebook!) ((and I got some festive ones too!)

You were a strange and genius eight year old, I am sure you are still carving your own path through life. When I get my time machine I will pay you a visit and ,with your grandparents, I will take us all to a house show with my futurepast money and foresight.

I kinda liked this match. Heels dominate, then the big babyface comeback to the finish: simple and clean. It reminded me of a better match from '90s IWA-MS - sloppy but effective, with thee primitive indy psychology. Also, lotsa festive late '90s-2Ks luchadores are around here, including a despues de presidiario Charly Manson. The previous trios was fun too, I dug the Candy Yeti vs. Wasteland Warrior sequences -- y'know, for the niños.

We all are not respecting on "Ol' Dirty Bastien".

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.

At least he didn't ask for an ice cream bar.

https://external-preview.redd.it/iLrDzegkFvszH3j49lmlERNQo3qFze9NFUuTDPQ4PvM.jpg?auto=webp&s=9667dc1490fa443793026773d4c6b0b22a0fce36 See?!?? SEE??!!!!! Ima go handle some snakes now...

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.

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."

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...

Except for all the dead people.

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.

Three different hombres literally mopped the ring after that IWRG match. Festive.

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?