Craziness! It seems that the lawyer’s from the UFC finally submitted Randy Couture and Mark Cuban in the battle to decide where the now-45-year-old cage veteran will be allowed to fight. People in Las Vegas have been whispering for some time that UFC President Dana White and Randy had begun to renegotiate on more personal (read: no lawyers) terms–and it turns out the rumors are true! (more…)
I don’t care how “fake” professional wrestling is, getting hit with fifty f**king chairs is going to hurt, regardless. At least he didn’t ask them bricks…
There’s usually some sort of bustle on the floor in my dorm on Monday nights. My roommate’s focus is Top Chef, while my friend Allison used to be utterly devoted to Prison Break (she dropped it in favor of Pushing Daisies, which should be back soon!). Heroes used to be playing in at least three rooms on our meager 9-room floor. But my girlfriend and I, from 9 until about 11 (sometimes 11:05 or even 11:10), are otherwise occupied. All year ‘round. What on earth could we be watching that doesn’t end the season at some point?
I used to watch wrestling and play the games with my cousin. I didn’t really get into it a whole lot; I though everyone looked kind of weird, aside from that Shawn Michaels dude. Okay, he was kind of weird too, but not like Hulk Hogan weird. I liked The Rock, too; he made me laugh. But I didn’t watch anything regularly. I only watched it with my cousin when I was over at his house and it was on, or he wanted to show me a VHS (throwback!) or something similar. My mom HATED wrestling and wouldn’t let me watch it at home, even if I wanted to.
I dropped out of the WWE (then WWF, but changed because the real WWF threw a hissy fit. I still think it’s be great to throw the Rock and a panda in a steel cage match together) for a pretty long time once I stopped hanging with my cousin. It wasn’t until I came to college that the girl who was then just my good friend somehow managed to get me to watch Raw. (more…)
The greatest pound for pound fighter in the world is about to step into a different ring. Last night on WWF RAW, Floyd Mayweather accepted the challenge of “The Big Show” Paul Wight for a match that will most likely occur at Wrestlemania 24.
The storyline for the match began at Sunday night’s WWE Pay Per View, No Way Out, when The Big Show attacked WWE Superstar Rey Mysterio Jr.
Mayweather, a Mysterio fan, was in the audience and decided he had seen enough and confronted the Big Show. The Big Show shoved Mayweather, who responded with a series of stiff shots (read: closed fist punches) to the wrestler’s face, giving him a bloody nose. (more…)
It’s pretty obvious that 50 Cent and Timbaland have most likely dabbled in various “performance-enhancing” drugs – but R&B singer Mary J. Blige? What good could possibly come out of Blige taking ‘roids?
Wyclef Jean and Tyler Perry have also been named as steroid users in the article, but who cares? I can’t get over Mary J. “Not Gon’ Cry” Blige. Seriously: if it’s true I’ll be floored and very confused. Couldn’t she just take coke and pills like any other maladjusted superstar?
Nothing confuses me more than singers like Blige (and Whitney Houston too, for that matter) that release these inspirational songs that middle-aged moms go nuts over, just to debunk their own myth by plummeting deep into drugs, depression and overall indecency.
A reporter for the St. Petersburg Times blind-sided Hulk Hogan on Friday with news that his wife Linda had filed papers for divorce.
Hogan told the reporter he “knocked the bottom out of me” and had to hang up the phone for a little bit to figure out what was going on. The Hulkster would later call back and thank the reporter for the “great information” but would decline to make any further comments due to the personal nature of the issue.
Hulk Hogan, whose real name is Terry Bollea, married his wife Linda in 1983, just prior to him winning his World Wrestling Federation Championship from the Iron Sheik in Madison Square Garden, which is the subject of a grudge the Sheik still carries to this day. (more…)
NBC is currently taking contestant applications for the revamped 21st century American Gladiator. If David vs Goliath-style battles (and cro-magnon bestiality) are your thing apply online!
In a classic clip from American Gladiators Season One Malibu gets crushed in the chest during the “Human Cannonball” and talks about his injury. The final moments of the video are pure idiotic bliss – must-see TV indeed.
Check out Malibu’s bone-headed and bodacious video after the jump! (more…)