let's get ready to rumble
by Turtle Jones
Been a long night. I was just fucking around when I thought of an idea. Sometimes ideas work, sometimes ideas don't work and sometimes they just suck. You have to realize that when we do stories from our past, they stir up memories from the past. I thought up an idea and started to write, but realized that Michele hated this story and didn't want to see it ever. The light of day was not meant for this story. Meanwhile, she was busy writing something she didn't want to write. So in the best interests of both of us, we scrapped the idea. No one wants to hear about how a loved one was hurt or how a loved one was about to die.
Not good stuff.
So we apologize to you readers for sticking with us even thou we said we would do something big. Let's face it. Sometimes our ideas suck. This was the King Suck of ideas. And it messed both of us up.
You know you love them. The bad guys. The good guys. Vince McMahon is a prick and whatever. All I know is that when I come home on Thursday nights, something like "WWF Raw" is playing in the background as I fix dinner and type.
But remember back. Way back. When you were kids. The cool guys. The ones who would be good one week then bad the next. An allegiance was for shit. Meant nothing, brother. Here one day, gone the next. As long as there was a chair and you had a head, the was no peace treaty. Feel the mat. And The Mouth of the South has a bull horn if the chair won't shut you up.
Michele is up.
1. "Rowdy" Roddy Pipper
turtle is next.
1. Mick Foley - The greatest of all time. Read his book. It will grab you by the poo poo.
*Notable cool exceptions are managers. Captain Lou Albano, Jimmie Hart, The Pallbearer come to mind, but we are talking about wrestlers.
So choose your favorites! Make your own list. And the ones with the most comments on them will get a story.
Just don't keep saying Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka cause we all know he sucked.
And we will be back to finish this tomorrow.
I just had to add this in to turtle's post: "when you were kids" doesn't necessarily mean, well, kids. I was defintely an adult when I went to Wrestlemania II at Nassau Coliseum. Hey, we all have different ways to get entertained. So, I may have spent a good portion of the 80's and maybe even 90's watching wrestling. There, I admitted it.
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