______________________________________________________________________ Frustrations abounded over the holidays. I had an update ready for 12/17, but the web site disappeared. Truthfully, I had been told that we were switching to a new server, but I never moved my files. When I tried, the new server was inaccessible. That problem persisted for a while. ______________________________________________________________________ I do not offer subscriptions to a mailing list! I do not e-mail images! ______________________________________________________________________ - Some jingles (you know the melodies). "Slapnuts," a word Jeff Jarrett wants to say, If Standards and Practices allows. Vince Russo thinks that will win the war, Because smut and shock is all he knows. And so we suffer through Russo's era, Things are improving, he would tell us so. But then we've just witnessed his great fresh idea, The rebirth of Bischoff's NWO. Silent crowds, holy cow, About wrestling, they care no how. Give them entrances, catchphrases, yes. Pyro, swearing, and breasts that impress. But sleep they do through the match, Sleep they do through the match. Vince McMahon's roster thin, So he's got some trouble. Austin's gone, and Foley's next, Leaving on the double. Brightly shines Chris Jericho, But DX has Vince's ear. They say that Chris ain't got the stuff, Because his skill they fear. "Ring the bell," McMahon yells. The referee runs, fast as hell. He doublecrossed Bret, so long ago, In Montreal, as every fan knows. That real event was turned into a finish. With wrestlers getting screwed by Vince McMahon And Russo thinks that it's a fresh idea now, Crowd reactions indicate that he's insane. David Flair, David Flair, So horrible through and through. What's the point of using him, When nothing he can do? Heyman, the hardcore hero, Runs a really tiny show. And if you ever saw it, You'd become someone who knows. All of the wrestlers he's groomed, Should work ten minute matches, natch. But they always get sent out there To work a 20-miunute match. "E-C-Dub," "Hardcore," "Sold Out," The chants they come in loads. Who would have guessed that Pavlov's fans Would cheer for Dusty Rhodes? Four star matches, we see so few. Fa la la la la la la la la. So many wrestlers can't lace a shoe. Fa la la la la la la la la. Blame ourselves 'cause we still watch it. Fa la la la la la la la la. Sad to say we pay for this shit. Fa la la la la la la la la. I'm dreaming of a four star match, The kind that runs for half an hour. Where the wrestlers' skills shine, With all the gimmicks behind, Because the work, the work it is the power. But if you want to see such a match, Go to Japan to have a good start. All Japan's heavyweight scene And New Japan's juniors, a dream. In the US, we had just Benoit vs. Hart. Should all real wrestling be forgot, In these days of smut and shock, Of catchprhases, mediocrity, And charisma...yes, the Rock. So take a chair shot to the head. "It's wrestling," some might shill. But garabge wrestling really is For people without skill. ______________________________________________________________________ If you have any feedback regarding my web pages, please send me e-mail. Don't forget to delete the leading "x" from my e-mail address; that "x" is my web spider spam guard. ______________________________________________________________________