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Monday, April 30, 2012

Magic Steven

I have to give thanks to SuperheroFan for posting a blog about Steven Strait's new show on Starz, "Magic City."  It's not a channel I get, but fortunately for me, SuperheroFan posted all these wonderful screencaps of the first episode, which finds Steven Strait shirtless.  A shirtless 50's Florida mobster I think.  I'm in!  Also featured in the images is Steven's co-star Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Phil Phriday: Baroni In A Sleeper Hold

Not a clever title maybe, but as Alice said in "American McGee's Alice," "Promise only what you're prepared to deliver."  Words to live by.  In fact, both men in this fight, Phil Baroni and Frank Shamrock, had apparently been trash talking a lot building up to this match.  But with this rear naked choke, it was Shamrock who walked out victorious.

Congratulate me for being able to concentrate long enough to even post this.  This is a match, possibly THE match, that I usually can't watch without losing it.  Sometimes you want to watch something hot but not go all the way, you know, just to rev up a little bit.  This does not fall under that category!  I think it's because Phil plays the hot jobber so perfectly here.

The beginning of the end.

This match is in Shamrock's hometown, and the crowd is behind their hero, desperately wanting him to shut Baroni up.

With the rear naked choke properly applied, it's just a matter of time.  In a final gasp of air comes Phil's Jobber Flurry, as he weakly manages to deliver some ineffective punches in a desperate attempt to save himself...

...and in the next instant, Phil goes limp, his gaze vacant.

Phil has a lot of heart.  (If THAT doesn't sound like a jobbery sentence, then I don't know what does!)  Of COURSE you're going to have to put him out.  He's not going to tap.  Now, as to the trash talk before the match.  Phil knows how to sell a match.  He entertains.  But at the end of the match, he's a good sport.  He congratulates his opponent.  Shamrock, on the other hand, upon demolishing his foe, shoves him away disdainfully.  But it's the intentional and unnecessary kick to brush the unconscious Baroni away that irks me.  Yeah, Frank Shamrock, we hate him.

The announcers are alright with me in this match.  They share in my disbelief that the crowd would boo him so heavily on his way out of the arena, considering he gave it everything he had.  Yeah, the crowd, we hate them.

Phil Baroni: A class act.

Shamrock vs. Baroni.  One of the things I like about professional wrestling is knowing that it's fake.  I'd be lying if I said that finding Phil so dang HOT in this match isn't a little...disturbing.  I'd like to think I was a little more decent than that, a little less...carnal.  Oh Phil, how did you miss your True Calling, and not become a professional wrestler?!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Summer Full Of Colour

Graffiti6 have been filming a new version of the video "Stare into the Sun."  They had a pretty good version already, I'm guessing a UK version.  But now that their album has been released in the States, they must be making a shiny new American version.  He's sensitive and cute and funny--wouldn't he make the best jobber ever?  But I think when he wrestles he should definitely leave the body hair.

On the making of the new version...

And the old version.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Good Annoying

When Nicki Minaj's new CD "Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded" first came out, there was a review I didn't read with a title that was something like, "Nicki Minaj Mistakenly Abandons Hip Hop for Pop."  For one thing, labels are pretty irritating, but mainly, that word "mistakenly" really bugs me.  Um, it's HER music.  If she wants to make a country album or a children's album, she GETS to.  But that's what people do: They get a preconceived notion of what something should be, and if that thing doesn't match their idea, then instead of POSSIBLY rethinking their own viewpoint, it's the thing that has to be wrong.

Now I'm not going to stand here and say that Nicki Minaj is never annoying.  But I find her to be Good Annoying, not Bad Annoying.  I've acquired a taste for Good Annoying; I think it might have something to do with growing up on Pee-Wee Herman (ALSO Good Annoying).

As a child, some weekends we'd rent a VCR, and "The Pee-Wee Herman Show," the HBO special he had before "Pee-Wee's Playhouse" started.  There was a lot of stuff in there that just went over my head.  Happily, the new one they recently did does the same thing, making it pretty safe (I guess) for kids to watch but definitely putting things in that adults will appreciate.  (And the nostalgia value of the new one is through the roof; I teared up a little bit when Pee-Wee and Chairry sang a special duet together.)

Oh!  And just in case you came here with the preconceived notion that this blog HAD to be about wrestling, and you're about to get pissy because it's about other pop culture stuff instead, fear not!  Pee-Wee was on Raw once.  Back when the Miz was all evil, and Alex Riley was his little stooge.  But A-Ry was so excited to meet Pee-Wee.  It was cute.

And now for something Good Annoying.  But brace yourself.  I have a pretty high Annoying tolerance level.  To some of you, it might just be Annoying.

P.S.  Rest in peace Dick Clark.  I honestly didn't think he was going to die, ever.  And sometimes in my mind, I'd confuse him with Casey Kasem.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Punk The World

Last night saw CM Punk defend his belt against Mark Henry in a no disqualifications match.  Lately I've been finding CM Punk to be incredibly sexy.  No, you can't wash your laundry on his abs, but fuck that.  He's funny, he's confident, he's chipper, he's a little crazy.  And there's no denying he's in great shape.  He can get in the ring and go for like, ever.  But a little bit of a tummy, a nice ass, small's all just WORKING for me.  So keep it up, Punk; your female and not-entirely-straight male fans appreciate you!  He ended up winning this match, but not without getting his ass kicked in the process.  And Chris Jericho taunted him at the end of the match, but this time, from afar; no liquid poured on him (more's the pity).