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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Annie, are you okay, are you okay, Annie
Forgive the “lateness” of the column this week, please (pretty please with sugar on top) as AEW only went and AVOIDED THE BIG FOUR OR THE FINAL COUNTDOWN or whatever it’s called and placed Collision on Thursday. COWARDS. You know, Mrs. Convoy enjoys ROUNDBALL (how dare she; didn’t she get the memo that the only…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Risky, that’s your name
Ahhhhh. THAT’S more like it. Dynamite was back in the good gumbo column this week and, frankly, after the lousy week I’ve been having, a couple of hours of decent graps buoyed my spirits. There were nits to pick (it is ME, after all; I never saw something good that I couldn’t whine about) but…
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I Want To Shoot The Whole Day Down: Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
You gotta laugh, you know? The news will get’cha right down. If I told you that AEW Revolution was a newsworthy show because We are, what, about a quarter of the way through probably the most wretched year I can personally recall? So far, you could probably sum up the story of AEW in Two…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: They put you down, they say I’m wrong
“Who the fuck is that guy?” – Prince Devitt asking incredulously about the mascot-like Captain New Japan “Fuck your dreams, fuck your life” – from AJ Styles’ New Japan entrance theme, Styles Clash “Well, if it isn’t the Three Star General!” – Kenny Omega on one certain second generation wrestler seemingly incapable of breeching that…
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Crackin’ in heads and jumpin’ in and out of beds
We’ve looked for evidence for years, and the ribald, violent nature of the movie should put paid to the notion, but the missus and I have always felt that Joe Don Baker’s disheveled and sweaty Mitchell (1975) really, really, REALLY feels like it’s a pilot for a TV show. We get patterns of behavior, call…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: I sit and wonder, does the message get to you?
I don’t always keep up on the match announcements for a typical AEW Dynamite; I don’t really live and die on that as so many seem to (look at Bluesky any Monday afternoon when a full card hasn’t been yet announced and watch the entitlement flow)… but I did see that there was something called…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: She’s a lot like you- the dangerous type
You know, I was commiserating with a pal for most of the week about two major things I was not looking forward to on this week’s Dynamite (you know who you are) and both of those things ended up… well, if not FINE, then at least interesting. “May you live in interesting time,” as the…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: When I realize with fright that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
A behind the scenes glimpse into how the sausage is made here at YOUR favorite lukewarm takes factory, La Zona Muerta. I watch a wrestling show (or something), lament that I don’t take the time to write about more non wrestling topics, beat myself up for awhile, remember that I have been writing about wrestling…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: I need somebody to shove
Not a bad Dynamite last night but a bit disjointed, perhaps, so this, too shall be equally disjointed, just some thoughts, no big picture whatsoever because what is the big picture, anyway? Sorry… huffing and puffing due to that run on sentence. I’m winded. I hate when AEW does angles / promos / gives you…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: You know you drive me up the wall
The Rainy City provided a lovely backdrop for AEW this week; hardly surprising since AEW is pretty well loved over in the UK. I could be a snarky boy and be like “well, then why didn’t they give them a better show” but the show was… aggressively fine. Honestly, it was really only one thing…
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