Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
Hey if you need me, I’ll be over here ruining wrestling. pic.twitter.com/5RHfqODXR6
— Dan Barry (@thedanbarry) August 30, 2018
I regret to inform you that Jim Cornette is at it again. Over the weekend he told Dan Barry that he hated him and asked him to please ‘mildew and rot’ (whatever that means) because he had the audacity to try and make people laugh. Who does that son of a bitch think he is? Being funny? How fucking dare he.
I don’t know how but it’s November and WrestleMania season is suddenly on the horizon. Undertaker is popping up on SmackDown and rumours abound of who is being set up with who. One rumour that has been whispered on a regular basis is whether a certain Hulk Hogan will return for the Superbowl of professional wrestling.
If John McClane had been fighting against a faceless bad guy in Die Hard it’s a safe bet that it, like hundreds of other action films, would have been forgotten instantly. Hans Gruber made him, because a good guy needs a bad guy. Roddy Piper was that bad guy. He was the ying to Hulk Hogan’s yang and it’s a pretty safe bet that without the Hot Rod, Hulk Hogan would never have reached the height of celebrity that he did. On the week that it came out that Hulk wasn’t the squeaky clean American hero that he wanted us all to believe, Roddy had to upstage him once again. Sadly, this time he did it by leaving this Earth behind.
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