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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Aimed at you, we’re the cowboys from hell
“WHY DO THEY EVEN BOTHER HAVING A CHICK IN THE RING WITH A MAN IF THEY AREN’T GONNA GO ALL THE WAY?!” the bloodthirsty, woman-hating woman to my left thundered at the television. “This stupid intergender stuff is NEVER DONE RIGHT. THEY. ARE. ALL. WRESTLERS!” Right as she said “WRESTLERS,” Hangman Adam Page leapt over…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: New moon on Monday
I dreamt I had invited Tetsuya Naito over to my apartment and was feeding him Golden Grahams… and he was really, REALLY impressed (with the Grahams, not me and my apartment). “SUGOI!” NO, I don’t know what that means. Dynamite (and Collison) did NOT emanate from Seattle, Washington as they said no less than six…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: You rock me like the real thing
I don’t really have the energy to rant about four hours of AEW action being too much this week… and I think the more militant weirdos about it have largely backed off, anyway. People sort of figured it out… this wasn’t really a four hour “blockbuster,” if you’ll excuse the term, a four hour “pay…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Then four hours ’til it starts again
I mean, yeah, sure, we’ll talk about the four hour show AEW produced last night (well, really, it’s an episode of Dynamite and then an episode of Collision) but I have something I need to get off of my chest. If I’m talking about YOU, I’m sorry, but so be it. Seriously, if you feel…
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More Dangerous Than Dynamite: Tag team, back again
Sorry; at a bit of a deadline crunch this week so a truncated column… but I won’t leave you hanging too much. Last night’s Dynamite was another REALLY good show, full of great wrestling AND angle advancement. YES, VIRGINIA, YOU CAN DO BOTH. We had a Nitro-esque opening involving Master P (!), the Death Riders,…
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I Want To Shoot The Whole Day Down: Power Production
I, like a fool, thought he was just Japanese John Cena. He came into TNA once maybe around 2005 or 6 and had a NOTHING match with AJ Styles, AJ STYLES, for crying out loud, someone *I* could probably have a passable match with and I was thoroughly underwhelmed. I didn’t like him, didn’t appreciate…
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O death, where is thy Sting?
A rerun from the Observer Board from 04 Mar 24: No more Sting. Hurts to type, hurts to think about. I often feel a fraud… of course I’ve watched a metric ton of 80s wrestling… probably more than all but the most ardent fans of that era… but save some SNMEs and a WrestleMania… I…
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