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Unexpected, but unsurprising

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I can’t for the life of my say that I’m at all surprised by this: Sean Waltman AKA X-Pac, busted with a whole lot of drugs with the intent to sell

My friend texted me this story, along with the commentary that this was the least surprising story in the world.  I can’t say that I disagree one bit.  X-Pac getting busted for pot and meth seems about as much of a shocker as finding out Lance Bass was gay on the cover of People magazine.  Perhaps it’s the fact that X-Pac has looked like the living embodiment of a sexual transmitted disease for the better part of his professional life makes it seem like such a no-brainer, or perhaps it’s the fact that he’s allegedly been connected to lots of drug use in his life previously that does it.

An unsubstantiated remark sure, but he did make a sex tape with Chyna (RIP); it happening without the aid of some drugs seems kind of unbelievable too.

Whatever though, there’s just something funny about seeing anything at all about X-Pac in the news.  He’s pretty much a living joke, and even the mere mention of the phrase “X-Pac” is enough to draw snickers out of anyone who’s ever watched pro-wrestling in the 90s.  The fact that he was dumb enough to be caught with a ton of drugs in the first place just adds to the amusement in the story, because of course X-Pac, the guy who made the better part of his career chopping an X over this genitals and saying “suck it” on cable television whom one of his signature moves was shoving his crotch in the face of a prone opponent, was caught with a ton of drugs.

There’s really not a whole lot of additional commentary I can add to this, as much as I’d have expected to churn out a thousand words about the topic.  X-Pac’s always been reputed as a scumbag, so to see him getting caught for actually being one isn’t at all surprising.  Again, it’s just more amusing that X-Pac is in the news again at all.  At least his other Kliq buddies have sort of been doing some less illegal things with their lives lately, like visiting a buddy who opened up his very own Shoney’s.  God damn, does Scott Steiner look like a fucking jacked Colonel Sanders in that photo.

I got nothing else.  X-Pac, lol.

Vote for THE BIG RED REPUBLICAN

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I’d be afraid to know what happens to those who don’t vote for him: Glenn Jacobs, better known as the WWE’s Kane, also known as “The Big Red Monster” or “The Devil’s Favorite Demon” . . . appears to be headed towards a run for mayor, of Knox County in Tennessee.

Man, bless Jesse Ventura.  Because he succeeded at going from pro-wrestling into politics, there will never be a shortage of wrestlers in the future that will believe that politics isn’t something that they can’t get their feet into if they really tried and campaigned well enough.

As for Kane, I’d be hard pressed to believe that he wouldn’t make a good mayor, if voters could inevitably shake the preconceived notions of a candidate being a professional wrestler.  Unbeknownst to those who have a hard time seeing wrestling as a dumb profession, Kane, or rather Glenn Jacobs, is widely regarded amongst his peers as one of the more intelligent and well-respected professionals in the business.  Someone who is smart about his health, nutrition, and an overall team player that has always done whatever that has been asked of him for the betterment of the company before himself.  There’s a reason why he’s been regularly on television for nearly the last two decades, while there’s a laundry list of guys who have come and gone like the McRib.

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NXT Bobby Roode: All entrance, no substance

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I watched NXT TakeOver: Dallas the other night, and it was the first time I’d ever gotten to tune into an NXT TakeOver event. I was really looking forward to it, as throughout the last two years, NXT events have developed somewhat of a reputation of being hands and down better than the “upgraded” WWE level content, not to mention the fact that I was getting to spend an evening with some friends that I hadn’t seen in quite some time.

After the show was over, and Bobby Roode was anointed the new NXT champion (oh… spoiler alert), I couldn’t help but feel this massive sense of dissatisfaction at the show as a whole.  The current NXT roster is stacked full of former TNA and Ring of Honor expats, which isn’t necessarily always a bad thing in some cases, but it’s straying from the idea of homegrown talent and creating stars out of basically nothing.

I’m still not convinced that either Eric Young or Roderick Strong can succeed, much less make it to the main roster in spite of their wealth of combined experience in TNA and/or Ring of Honor.  The women’s division, which was revered as one of the crown jewels of the organization was represented by a pathetic match featuring champion Asuka, versus basically three green chicks that were basically two Eva Maries and an inexperienced Molly Holly.  Needless to say, my power of prediction was as sharp as it’s ever been when it comes to watching wrestling, and simply just by understanding the rhythm and politics of the WWE, was still able to accurately predict and nail just about every single one of the matches throughout TakeOver: Dallas.

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Another piece of childhood biting the dust

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Happy trails, Jimmy Snuka: “Superfly” has passed away.

There’s no sense in me writing yet another long-winded eulogy for a professional wrestler.  Jimmy Snuka wasn’t taken from the world far too young; he was 73 years old and certainly lived out a fairly full life, albeit probably wrestled a little longer than he probably should have, but such is often the case of professional wrestlers from the 80s and 90s who literally have nothing else to do but continuing to don the tights and get in the ring.

My last visit to the topic of Jimmy Snuka was marred with skepticism and questions of his honesty and intentions, as it seemed a little too convenient for his health to so rapidly begin deterioration as involvement in a third-degree murder/manslaughter charge began to creep up on him, but then again non-physical variables are certainly capable of manifesting physical ailments due to the limitless power of the brain to the body.

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CRYME TYME PREVENTIN’ CRIME TIME

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Short story even shorter because I’m a retard and lost the first time I wrote this and don’t really want to re-write it but it’s too good of a story to go unmentioned on the brog that’s never up: Former WWE wrestler and member of the tag team Cryme Tyme, Shad Gaspard, physically incapacitates would-be robber at gas station and restrains him until cops arrive

Sometimes, stores write themselves.  Of course this story took place in Florida, where the vast majority of crazy people seem to live, and where the vast majority of former, indy and developmental professional wrestlers reside.  Kudos to Shad Gaspard for reacting quickly and appropriately in laying out a dumbass who thought it was a good idea to try and bully a 6’6 285 lb. behemoth of a man, and then inform him that he was going to try and rob the joint.

I think my favorite part about the story wasn’t necessarily the fact that the perpetrator was actually armed with a BB gun and not a real gun, but the fact that when Gaspard removed it from his person, he actually crushed it in his grip:

Gaspard told TMZ he found that out when he squeezed the handle so hard it broke. 

Of course he crushed it in his hand like he were Luke Cage or something.

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Not entirely sure I believe

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Did I write about “Superfly” Jimmy Snuka back when he was first convicted of manslaughter last year? [yes I did]  I want to say I did, but I still have no means of cross-referencing my own prior posts to verify.  It still kills me that I can’t, and adds to the cauldron of unhappiness that I’m dealing with on a daily basis.  I want to say that I did, but I can’t with full certainty, but really it has everything to do with the corresponding photo and not necessarily the words I write, although there could very well be an overlap.  Whatever

Anyway, I saw news about how Superfly now has terminal cancer in the stomach and has been given around six months left to live.  This is pretty sad news for nostalgic old wrestling fans, and it doesn’t help that Big Van Vader just weeks ago was diagnosed with a failing heart and estimates that he has two years to live.  Superstars of yesterday are meeting their maker today, in the most unfortunate of circumstances, due to in what will mostly likely be attributed to their younger years in an industry that had a tremendous amount of drug abuse and a sheer lack of concern over head, brain and other physical ailments.

However, given the circumstances that Superfly is under the legal gun and the primary suspect in the 1983 death of his then-girlfriend, I have to admit that my knee-jerk reaction to the news of his health as being one of skepticism and potential nonbelief.  Whether it’s a strategic tactic to garner sympathy or pity so that a dying man is not sentenced to prison, or there’s an elaborate plan for Snuka to fake his death and then exile himself back to Fiji where he could presumably live out his life on the run, I have to say the timing of this “I’m dying” scenario is a little too convenient and atypical to the types of diseases or ailments that seem to emerge for anyone with a modicum of notoriety getting put on trial.

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I hope he throws salt in God’s eyes and whacks him with his cane

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In memoriam: Harry Fujiwara AKA Mr. Fuji dies at the age of 82 years old

I’ll be honest, I didn’t really care that much when Paul Bearer died.  Sure, he was a memorable personality in the wrestling industry, who had the luxury of being associated with one of the greatest of all times in The Undertaker, but let’s be real here, he wasn’t really that interesting of a guy to me.  He spoke in a ghostly voice and was visually memorable, but he never got his hands dirty, he rarely took bumps, and really, he only managed three guys ever, Kane and Mankind on top of the Undertaker.

But Mr. Fuji passing, that elicits actual downer emotions within me.  Mr. Fuji was undoubtedly on the Mount Rushmore of classically heel managers, along with Bobby Heenan, Jimmy Hart and the Slickster.  Mr. Fuji was a guy that was memorable for all the reasons, right and wrong, whether it was because he was a walking caricature of Japanese stereotypes, with his Uncle Tom suit and bad guy bowler hat, or the fact that when you look at the guys he managed, he certainly managed his share of actual champions.

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