The story of how I got the price of my car to where I got it, in wrestling speak

Obviously, in the process of buying a car, nobody goes to a car dealership, finds the car they want, and immediately agrees to pay approximately what’s written on the sticker of the vehicle.  Fuck that.  And in the case of my recent car purchase, I most certainly did not pay the listed price that was posted on the vehicle I ultimately ended up with.  I paid significantly less was posted; perhaps I could have done better if I had a little bit of time on my side, but I didn’t, but I’m fairly satisfied with the whole process in the short amount of time in which I accomplished it.  But suffice to say, it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t speak with many different parties.

After sniffing around for the car I wanted, I discovered that it was available at Big Boss Man’s dealership.  Right then, I decided that the Big Boss Man was ultimately going to be my primary target of where I wanted to purchase, since they had the exact car, with all the features I wanted, right there, ripe for the taking.  However, I didn’t want to pay close to the sticker price on it, so in order to play ball, I knew I had to get some other parties into the fracas.  So, I inquired with Buff BagwellMuhammad HassanStevie Ray, K-Kwik, and Konnan’s dealerships, to see what estimates they would be willing to give me for the same car, regardless of the fact that I knew not one of them had what I was looking for in their current inventories, but it wouldn’t be impossible for any of them to acquire what I was looking for in order to gain my business.  And to make things interesting, I decided to reach out to the distanced Ric Flair’s dealership, in order to have an unknown ace in my pocket for negotiation purposes.

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Technicalities

Apparently, Deadspin is the only place left that it can really be seen, since YouTube has pretty much 86’d all the versions of it there.  Long story short, for some reason scrawny, little kid picks fight with much, much bigger kid.  Bigger kid absorbs a few blows before finally snapping, before grabbing the whelp, and slamming him to the ground violently.  Deadspin called it “a body slam,” but this commenter literally almost had me in tears:

BufordJustice Mon 14 Mar 2011 12:36 PM

Technically that was more of a Ron Simmons-style Dominator but I guess to the average layperson a “body slam” would suffice.

/goes back to reading PWI. (Edit comment)

hahahaha, he’s so right.

Turning heel on Bret Hart

The other day, while trying to undermine Jen’s online streaming Netflix queue, I re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, essentially the Bret Hart/Montreal Screw Job story.  As many people know, wrestling is indeed scripted, and to some degree “fake,” but the story of the Montreal Screw Job was very much real, or it is one of the longest-standing, existing storylines going on 14 years now.

Long story short: then-WWF champion Bret Hart’s contract was up, and WWF Vince McMahon owner felt that he couldn’t match the offer by Ted Turner and WCW (three years, $9 million guaranteed), so it was agreed that Hart would be allowed to WCW with no hard feelings upon expiration of his WWF contract.  So instead of having Bret Hart lose the belt at any time before his departure, Vince McMahon waited to the very last day of Hart’s contract, deviated from the scripted finish of his final match on live pay-per-view with the assistance of several conspirators, and portrayed Bret Hart as submitting to a wrestling hold, thus stripping him of the championship, in his home country of Canada.

As a result, Bret Hart has held a grudge against Vince McMahon, and involved conspirators for the better part of the last decade and change, and only within the last two years has pretended to bury the hatchet in order to financially benefit from DVD collections, appearance fees, and for the sake of his wrestling next-of-kin.

Throughout the span of the last 14 years, Bret Hart has been made to look like the victim, a martyr, in this whole scenario, and that he did absolutely no wrong.  But after reading his excellent autobiography, and now having re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, I don’t agree with such a portrayal anymore.  Maybe it’s because I’m older, more jaded, and possibly a little more understanding of the business standpoint, but the way I see it now, Vince McMahon was right in his iconic post-screw job interview – Bret screwed Bret.

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Best link ever

Seriously, this is perhaps the greatest link in the entire world that I have ever seen.  At first, I was going to actually defiantly hotlink directly to the artwork, but if anyone is really crazy enough to track me down for doing such, it might as well be him.

Former pro-wrestler, and world-renown nutjob, (the Ultimate) Warrior apparently has picked up oil painting.  For the low, low cost of starting somewhere around $2,500 (I shit you not), you can get some of his actual work!

My name is Warrior. I am a self -taught artist. I use oils and my only tool is a knife.

And that’s only the beginning.  If you take the time to read, you can also find this little nugget of technique:

The paint on my paintings is an inch to an inch-and-a-half thick in some areas.

This information is very much not surprising, if anyone can recall the intensity and insanity of him in the ring, take that, and apply it to him while he’s wearing a beanie, smock, and carrying an oversized pallet in his left hand.  Seriously, I have to imagine in order to support clumps of oil paint ranging from a half to a full inch thick, he has to be painting on like drywall, instead of canvas.

And I thought the Warrior said that “queering doesn’t work?

Ye old fashioned photo dump

I’ve been a bad, bad brogger.  I’ve let far too much time to pass since I last posted.  But like in the olden days, ten days isn’t that bad.  I used to make posts once a month once things got bad.  I have my reasons though.  The chief one being that the baseball season has begun once again, and that has consumed a great deal of my time.  It’s not like I haven’t been writing all these days, it’s just not on my personal brog.  Enjoying the exposure I can get writing for a site, I’ve been doing plenty of sports-humor writing over at the site in which I’m one of the authors, Talking Chop.  Anyway, if you actually are curious to know the kind of shit I do there, under a pseudonym, no less, take a gander here.

But anyway, in all these last ten days, there have been plenty of photographs taken.  Easter Sunday’s egg painting, the Atlanta Braves Opening Day that saw the wonderful magic of the debut of the phenomenal Jason Heyward, my evening up in Lawrenceville to catch the Opening Day of the minor league Gwinnett Braves, and most notably, my day trip into Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where I paraded around as, and met wrestling legend, Sergeant Slaughter.  At a baseball game, duh.  Oh yeah, you better believe it.

Anyway, I’ll have some more stories to share soon.  I’ve done a little bit of writing here and there, and I’ll take the time to be a good brogger again shortly.