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October Wrasslin' |OT| Running around in our underwear making ugly faces

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Anth0ny

Member
According to a report by PWInsider, there is some movement on both ends to get Bubba Ray, also known as Bully Ray in TNA, and Devon back in WWE sometime soon. Additionally, the report states there is mutual interest.

they can help get the usos over
 

Data West

coaches in the WNBA
¡HarlequinPanic!;134906257 said:
great, pg rated bully ray gets more precedence than angle~

hardyz are clean currently afaik

bully ray isn't a walking insurance catastrophe waiting to happen.

Bully has also always been positive about WWE even when he left. Unlike Angle who was trashing them for years.
 

Alucard

Banned
Just watched Ice Age with my two-year-old. First time since it hit theatres however many years ago. It's much better than I remember.

Pluses:
-Zero pop culture references
-Scenes actually get time to breathe
-Because of the above, you get more attached to the characters
-The central message is only mentioned twice in the movie ("Herds/Families look out for one another")
-2 characters experience redemption
-Actually funny scenes and dialogue

One of the best 3D animated movies out there.
 

Alucard

Banned
Bubba and Devon back in the E? I'm down...until they're irrelevant and made to feel as boring as every other act on the roster.

#FuckWWECreative
 

RBH

Member
I'd love to see Bully Ray back in the WWE.

He's just such a different entity now compared to how he was back in 2005 that it would be a fresh start for him at this point.
 

Plywood

NeoGAF's smiling token!
On to the Bhagavad Gita. Probably won't do any write ups for that, since no one wanted to read these and I feel like Islam is a little more relevant to most people in here than Hinduism.
I read each of these though and I enjoyed how you adapted wrasslin gifs to it, please keep posting.
 

strobogo

Banned
Stro, I really loved your Koran series. It's honestly the same impression that I got when I read it.

It'd be hard not to get that impression, I'd think. It's so...there are some serious, deep issues at its core.

I also enjoyed Koran Korner

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Pepsi, you can go to straight to Hell. I was trying to make it less wall of text, more fun and playful for a subject matter that definitely wasn't fun and playful and most skipped anyway. After reading the book, I got a call from Allah. He told me you'd feel that way and also told me to tell you that you're a sack of shit who is going to be drinking boiling pus and getting flayed for the rest of your life. IN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
 

Man God

Non-Canon Member
The Old Testament isn't much better. New Testament is a little better but also feels like it was written by someone with some serious mood swings (because it was written by different people with a ton of time in between)

Pretty much all religion is like that. Scare tactics to get people to fall in line.
 

Omega

Banned
It'd be hard not to get that impression, I'd think. It's so...there are some serious, deep issues at its core.



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Pepsi, you can go to straight to Hell. I was trying to make it less wall of text, more fun and playful for a subject matter that definitely wasn't fun and playful and most skipped anyway. After reading the book, I got a call from Allah. He told me you'd feel that way and also told me to tell you that you're a sack of shit who is going to be drinking boiling pus and getting flayed for the rest of your life. IN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

honestly the gifs are what got me to read it so good call
 

strobogo

Banned
The Old Testament isn't much better. New Testament is a little better but also feels like it was written by someone with some serious mood swings (because it was written by different people with a ton of time in between)

Pretty much all religion is like that. Scare tactics to get people to fall in line.

Yeah. Islam is most definitely more Old Testament than New. That Jews and Muslims have so much conflict when they're so similar in what they follow is so silly. Islam was 100% modeled on Judaism, with added "Jesus was pretty cool too" and Arabic specific traditions. Plus a cult of personality on top of it who got shit changed on a whim when he liked or didn't like something that was or wasn't illegal. Plus a LOT of murdering.
 
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Deleted member 47027

Unconfirmed Member
Anyone ever have a waitress pay for their lunch out of their pocket? It made me feel bad because she's working and doesn't need to do this, I have money. On the other hand I think she wants some Sunflower in her life, so I gave her my number. She didn't do anything wrong, just paid for it because she's pretty dope.
 

strobogo

Banned
Man, the Gita is so confusing and I'm not even to the actual poem yet. Just the background and setting. SO MANY NAMES. No clue how someone could ever keep track of them without tons of notes handy at all times. And it's that weird, ancient shit like "The grandson of the uncle of the cousin to the great nephew of this guy, who married this woman, who was the daughter of the great grandson of the neighbor to this guy, who had 99 kids, 49% of which were part gods, who then had 16,000 wives and populated the whole country" type of shit. I'm reading the BACKGROUND thinking I could recite the whole Koran easier than one page of this. My brain will either expand greatly after this, or be turned into a mushy pumpkin still out on the porch deep into November.
 

Anth0ny

Member
So apparently Kofi tried to fight Vince:

In the book, Jericho claims that while on a plane Vince McMahon made a snide remark to Kofi Kingston saying, "Maybe one day you'll get over," a comment which visibly disturbed Kingston.

As Jericho and Kingston exited the plane, Jericho told Kofi that he had to go back and challenge him to a fight. At first Kingston seemed to think it was a rib, but Jericho knowing McMahon's personality was totally serious about the situation.

Kingston took Jericho's advice and got back on the plane and asked Vince McMahon if he had a problem with him. The two traded verbal barbs back and forth until Vince McMahon shot in for a double leg takedown out of nowhere and he and Kingston subsequently wrestled around. McMahon has been known to test his amateur wrestling against the likes of Kurt Angle, also repeatedly attempting to take him down on a flight. McMahon finally got up and laughed the situation off, with McMahon liking that Kingston stood up for himself.
 

enewtabie

Member
Picked up Jericho's book today. Figured it would tide me over from the boredom. I have to take a road trip down to Charlotte to do some training. Searched all over Barnes and Noble and finally found it stuck in the corner.

 

RBH

Member
Here is the full transcript from Jericho's book regarding the Mickey Rourke/Vince McMahon incident at WrestleMania 25:


“The night before WrestleMania 25, the legends and I were scheduled to have a rehearsal to discuss what we wanted to do in the match. The layout was pretty simple: I would beat Snuka in a minute, Piper in two minutes, and then Steamboat in about five. Afterward I’d then beat up Flair and challenge Rourke, who would enter the ring and hit me with a knockout punch. Mickey’s spot was easy, but a rehearsal was necessary since it was his first time in the WWE. I was looking forward to finally meeting him after our Larry King confrontation and the subsequent weeks of buildup I’d done on Raw without him.

I got to Reliant Stadium in Houston at midnight and walked out onto the massive set that had been constructed at one end of the field. I could see Rourke in the ring with his entourage and they appeared to be the size of ants, and I started walking the one hundred yards down the ramp, when I ran into a WWE publicist. “Hey, I just talked to Mickey and he’s mad at you,” she said. “He thinks you have a real problem with him.” That surprised me. “Well, did you tell him I don’t?” “No. Should I have?” Uh, yeah . . . I mean, what did she think the letters PR stood for in the first place? I was part of the Public and it was her job to Relate to Mickey that I was a good guy.

As I got closer to the ring, I could see Rourke staring at me and noticed that his entourage looked less like Turtle and Drama and more like the Delta Force. Three shredded bodybuilders glared at me with their heavily tattoed arms crossed in front of them. . . . One was even wearing army fatigues, for Pete Fornatale’s sake! I knew my work was cut out for me as I climbed into the ring and greeted Mickey with a warm smile. “Hey, man, nice to finally meet you!” I said cheerily and gave him the kind of hug you see two dudes in da club do when they don’t really know each other. I could sense the last thing he wanted to do was embrace me and he couldn’t pull away fast enough.

He was about the same height as I and looked like he’d been through the ringer a time or two, with the wear and tear on his face to show it. His hair was braided with blue and green extensions and held up in a topknot à la Jericho circa 1999. His face was oddly puffy, and with his dyed-black goatee, goldfront tooth, and slight hint of BO, he reminded me of an older Jack Sparrow, you savvy? He also looked tough as shit and ready to snap, not the kind of guy I wanted on my bad side. Especially since I was supposed to be taking a punch from him the next day.

We exchanged some small talk as Rourke’s Dorks kept staring at me, seemingly ready to pounce at any given moment. To make matters even worse, I recognized the one on the left as Frank Shamrock, and even though he was the shortest of the three, he was one of the toughest UFC fighters ever. What were these guys even doing here? I decided that the direct approach was in order. “Hey, man, I hear you’re a little pissed off at me for the Larry King thing, but I want you to know that I was just putting on a show, ya dig?” Rourke’s face hardened as if he’d been waiting to get to the heart of the matter from the moment I got into the ring. “No, brother,” he said with his distinct New York accent. “You don’t say the things you said to me and not mean it. In my world, in the boxing world, when you say that shit, it’s because you’re looking for a fight.”

Wow. That explained why he’d never replied after I’d sent the text through Flair. He was legitimately pissed with me. “No, it’s not like that, man. I was trying to get people interested in seeing us wrestle each other. I was just playing a character. Same thing you do when you do a movie.” Here I was explaining acting and the inner workings of pro wrestling to a man who had just won a Golden Globe for Best Actor for his portrayal of a pro wrestler. After a few more minutes, I was finally able to convince him that I’d had been playing a role on the King show. His face softened as he realized I was telling the truth. “So you’re telling me that even though I’m the one who got nominated for an Oscar, you outacted me?!” He burst out with a you son of a bitch laugh and gave me a bear hug for real this time. All the tension floated away and the entire vibe in the ring changed.

He went on saying how he was so mad after the show that he’d called his agents and demanded them to allow him to fight me. They of course said no, so he had planned another form of revenge. He pointed to the bruisers standing beside him and said, “I flew these guys into Houston on my own dime to make sure everything went smoothly. If you tried anything funny, I told them to kick the shit out of you.” I was flattered but told him that maybe he had overestimated me a little. “Mickey, to be honest, you didn’t need to bring three guys. I’m sure just one of them would’ve sufficed.” All of us laughed except the guy wearing army fatigues, an Israeli bounty hunter who didn’t find any of this funny andcontinued to stare me down for the rest of the night.

Vince made his way down to the ring, unaware of the confrontation Rourke and I had narrowly avoided and went through his ideas for the match. As a wrestler, I would listen to what Vince wanted, think about the logistics of it, run through it once or twice, and move along. But as an actor, Mickey was much more concerned with camera angles and minor movements. He wanted to rehearse his punch over and over again, discussing his motivation, his positioning, everything. There would be no improv for this guy. Then we discussed how he was going to hit me. I told him not worry about pulling the punch and just swing like he would in a boxing match.

He shook his head and warned me, “I don’t know about that. I’m Golden Gloves, brother. If I hit you with this right hand, you’re going to feel it.” I convinced him that it was OK and told him he could hit me as hard as he wanted as long as it looked good. After being walloped in the forehead for real by the seven-foot-tall Big Show, I thought I could take a punch from a 160-pound actor.

After about a half hour of going over the punch spot a dozen times, Mickey was happy and he left ringside with his posse in tow. I went over to Vince and told him what had almost happened. “You know, Rourke hired those guys to kick my ass if I tried to double-cross him.” Vince stared down the rampway at Rourke’s gang. “Are you kidding me? Those guys?!” He laughed. He motioned at Dean Malenko and Fit Finlay, who were talking at ringside. “You, me, Finlay, and Malenko would’ve beat the shit out of them. I mean look at that one guy. . . . He’s a midget!” The “midget” Vince was referring to was Shamrock, the multiple-time UFC champion. I smiled at Vince and said, “Well, if anything goes down, I’ll take Rourke and you take the midget.” “Damn right I will,” he murmured and swaggered out of the ring.”
 
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