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Why I Boycott Jack TV

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It’s summer again.

You might be wondering where I’ve been.

I graduated. From high school. That suck of an institution, in reality. Been on a Stephen King frenzy. I’ve only really read him last summer, but it seems that all I want to do now is buy all his works. I just finished Different Seasons, and I’m just starting in on Blaze. I’d probably proceed to Dolores Claiborne. I don’t know what’s up with me. Don’t know what’s up with this blog. Or with music. Or with today’s literature. Or even with wrestling.

That last one strikes such a bad chord. Two months ago, Jack TV removed WWE from their network. At first, it was just a “satellite-thing”. But then weeks piled up and everyone lost all hope. You should see their Facebook page – it is completely littered with WWE fans ranting about the loss of the program and the establishment of seemingly suckish shows that could never get Jack ratings. 

I don’t think Jack TV will bring back WWE. With Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, NCIS, Family Guy on their team, I’m rooting for FOX now. They already released a teaser for WWE. I’ve been rather hopeful. But it’s taking too long. Yesterday, out of sentimental reasons, I actually turned the pages of my December 2010 copy of the WWE Magazine to the Body Shop and worked out like Dolph Ziggler, thinking, I just want to watch wrestling on my goddamn cable, goddamnit.

Anyway, I’m keeping track of the events that I have missed since WWE was unjustly torn off my cable. Lots of props to Jack TV for this.

 

Whatever happened to Eve and Zack Ryder?

The Miz on Psych

HBK’s “return”

Santino Marella winning the United States Championship

CENA/ROCK BATTLE

PUNK/JERICHO WAR

Eve’s heel turn, of course

Team Teddy vs. Team Johnny

UNDERTAKER VS. TRIPLE H VS. HBK

WRESTLEfuckingMANIA!!121212!!@@!@!@!!!

Lord Tensai?

BROCK LESNAR’S RETURN

That’s about it. Fuck Jack TV.

 

 

AND HERE ARE YOUR CHAMPIONS…!!!

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First thing Monday morning – I turned on the television to Jack TV’s live telecast of WWE TLC. I have to wonder why Dre would want to pass up on it. I thought the lineup was good. John Cena wasn’t on the show, which was odd because before, a lot of people – and I mean A LOT – paid good money to see him in the main events. Anyway, with that quick verity in check, I put the telly on display like I would a radio, heard the Philippines mentioned by Michael Cole, and in a span of three hours, we had our CHAMPIONS crowned.

Very likely.

1. United States Champion (Woo-nited States Champion): Zack Ryder

Dolph Ziggler vs. Zack Ryder. This match. Zack’s kewl and Dolph’s sexy. I like both guys, so I found the match rather interesting. Not to mention, the fans in Baltimore were totally hyped the entire night. I remember retweeting Zack’s “@DolphZiggler Tonight at TLC I will #fistpumpyourface” before the show began. There would have been a riot had Zack lost. So who better come out victorious but the Long Island Iced Z himself, Zack Ryder? WOO WOO WOO YOU KNOW IT BRO!!! It takes sheer hardwork and one social media revolution to make this well-deserved Crimmus miracle happen. Here’s Zack’s dad telling the whole world of how proud he is of our favorite new US champion. So are we, Papa Broski.

2. WWE Tag Team Champions: Air Boom

I did appreciate Michael Cole dictating a rundown of why Air Boom was bound to face Primo and Epico at TLC because I really have no clue how this happened. Did this all set in motion in SmackDown! (because I’m not much of a SmackDown!-guy)? I’m guessing that I just haven’t been paying much attention to the tag team division these days. We need more, please. Anyway, heard Air Boom’s great. Hooray, Kofi and Evan!

3. Divas Champion: Beth Phoenix

THAT’S RIGHT, YOU GO SISTAH! And was it just me or were Kelly Kelly fans completely dead during this match? Whatever. We all love Beth, and Beth’s fans are solid, yo. Hope she stays champion for the longest time because she’s amazing and because I wouldn’t want any of Kelly’s cohorts as champions. Eve better turn on the dark side because I like her as well, and WE JUST CAN’T HAVE HER NEXT TO KELLYasdfghjkl;

4. World Heavyweight Champion: Daniel Bryan

I really like Bryan Danielson and his massive Internet fanbase. Shame on you Michael Cole because here is your Heavyweight Champion!!!111! That’s right! And just so you know, I never paid attention to the Big Show vs. Mark Henry match until Bryan Danielson’s entrance song came up, and I found him running to the ring with his MITB briefcase. And just like that, SHOW’S OVER – even though he never really cashed in the briefcase at Wrestlemania like he said he would. But hey, plans change, it happens all the time. Hooray for Daniel Bryan and ha-ha on those who thought he could never make it as far. I smell a giant under loose for the title though.

5. Intercontinental Champion: Cody Rhodes

What the hell. He had a match?! I’M KEPT IN THE DARK!

6. WWE Champion: CM Punk

Well la-di-da. Of course, here is your WWE Champion, CM PUNK. Best match of the night, in my opinion. I mean, he was handcuffed twice – and one of those was to a turnbuckle – and he escaped BOTH times! It was a brutal match. And Punk survived it all. And he’s STILL our WWE Champion, so ha-ha on you and your dethronement attempts, Funkman. And with this, CM Punk leads a revolution with his friends.

So what’s going to happen when you’ve got two so-called “indy schmucks” on top of the WWE food chain? Seeing the main event picture on last night’s RAW made me guffaw just a bit. On one side, we had CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, and Zack Ryder, and on another were Miz, Del Rio, and Dolph Ziggler. So… this is what had become of the WWE. Very nice. I have a feeling that we’re not going to see much of the Cena’s and Triple H’s and Rock’s in the season.

Kudos to independent wrestling. NYWC. ROH. GLORY. Take over.

Nineteen to the Dozen

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Another summer, and here we are again. Well, here I am again, languidly typing away on a laptop that, due to its service for everyone else in this house, I am apt to use only once a week. Normally, I would be covetous of this laptop, of the thought that it has so much use even in the summer, and I would be bound to whine about my pains of not having anything to do but write in front of a computer. But I haven’t done that at all. I will be hectic this summer. Or rather, with Taekwondo and keyboard lessons, college reviews, and self-training for the sexy French language, this summer shall be hectic for me. Yes, I am finally committing myself to the very things that I had not done the year before. And I must say that I even have partial capital for all of them. I don’t know if I have grown as a writer. Perhaps, I don’t even want to find out. I am still on a mission to excavate hidden emotions from deep within my chest. Interpret that whichever way.

Last December, I made it a point to run commentaries on Raising Hope. But because it started on Jack last February, school activities got on the way. My thoughts about the outside world gravely hindered. No such help from the sluggish Internet and its fancy video sites, or from TV networks with late airing times. But Spartacus Blood and Sands, as The Pacific, will be airing on HBO Asia this April. It’s something that I am very much excited about.

Hey, this QuickPress button comes rather handy!

Fraternity=Sorority

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I’m over here – on that big screen you were gonna jump off of. It’s amazing because we just saw uh, an act of a delusional phony. You are completely gutless, tasteless, spineless, classless, and your cronies are pantless. You’re insincere, incompetent and incontinent. You’re uncool, you’re unprofessional and unengaging. You’re low-budget, low-crap, low-class, and low-rent. And on top of that, you are wasting everyone’s time. Why would you bother giving The New Nexus a physical initiation? I’ve already given them one! You see, I said I would get my hands on each and every member of The Nexus and I did – wait, that’s not true, there’s one member, a new member that I hadn’t quite got the chance to initiate. That’s you, CM Sucks. Next week, CM Sucks faces John Cena in a match. Next week on RAW, you and me in a match… you see, all those things you’ve been saying about me, they’re right. If you provoke me I am the most animalistic, brutal, violent, physical man on the planet. That means, next week, you get dealt with. As sure as I wear purple and the sun rises in the morning, you get dealt with! Because next week on RAW, it aint about T-shirts or armbands. It’s about me whooping your ass.

😮

That’s right. Words of a livid John Cena. I’ve been wondering all week long if it is time for me to put up shocking words straight from wrestlers’ mouths. Come to think of it, I haven’t done that yet. And the reason why I haven’t is simply because the show has been WWE-PG before I even began this blog. Well that right there, came from John Cena himself. Mark it: January 10, 2011 (January 13 on Jack TV) – this week, I saw a token. And I have never been happier watching Monday Night RAW.

The statement written above was addressed to CM Punk and his fraternity. And trust me, I never really saw Nexus for a fraternity until just this week. It would seem as though CM Punk is much more mocking when it comes to leading The New Nexus. He begins his administration with an impromptu initiation. It wasn’t pretty, and not everyone in Nexus accepted the deed, but for the gullible ones (I’m looking at you, McGillicutty, Harris, and Otunga), this night definitely left a mark – or marks rather.

The first initiation was of Michael McGillicutty, who the members of The New Nexus preyed on and beat in the middle of the ring. Poor Michael. But how stupid too. It was sweet of them to carry him back to the locker room though. I surmise from the way that he still managed to come out for Cena’s address, they didn’t really do him that much damage.

The second initiation is for Husky Harris, who was given three lashings by each member. This was not shown on Jack TV. Either that, or this scene was not televised at all. Whichever, had I not gone to WWE.com, I would not have seen this. Husky’s initiation, according to King, is the stupidest thing he’s ever seen. And frankly, I agree. This gave me the impression of The Nexus being a boyhood fraternity. I cringed throughout, wondering if the anti-Nexuses were gleeful with this event, or just as lackadaisical towards Husky Harris.

Alas! – being the weakest and least experienced in the group, it was David Otunga who received the most unequittable initiation. He had a match with The Big Show. I find it “unfair” because none of the members of The Nexus got to hurt him like they did Harris and McGillicutty – yet, he got to hurt them! It was as though The Big Show couldn’t even care less. Otunga got through it all right – not half as bad as the first two. But it didn’t make much difference, I mean we’re talking about David Otunga.

On behalf of everybody else, I have to say that it was rather awkward having to anticipate Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater hit each other with candlesticks. Gabriel and Slater are not only the most human among all members of The Nexus, they are also the most connected. They’ve been friends for quite some time now, and we all know that neither of these guys will hurt each other (bromance and all). Besides, they shouldn’t even dislike Wade Barrett because Wade treasured these guys. Wade even made them tag champs. As I expected, the two turned to CM Punk as though ready to hit him instead, but then refrained from doing so. Like the sensible men that they are, they dropped the sticks and walked away.

The last initiation of course was for the leader himself, CM Punk. Just when we thought that he was going to commit career suicide (let alone just suicide) by jumping off the tron, he abstained, laughing his heart out. It was smart of him to do that, yet people called him a “phony” because of this. Well, he’s not half as daring as the other high-risk superstars, but he’s intelligent and stable, and that’s a good characteristic too. 🙂

At the end of the day, The New Nexus stood with four members, which is not so bad for a new management. I expect that they won’t stand too long like the Straight Edge Society. Nice T-shirts, by the way. Oh, and I hear there’s going to be an additional member soon. Yay…

Another Entry Towards A New Year!

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In my one of my room-cleanout extravaganzas, I came to ponder about the odd things that I perform. Among those things was the manner in which I blog. And while uniting pancake syrup with banana as bread jam seemed even more disturbing, the substance of blogging stuck in my head instead. And lately, it’s been one of the many things that have been troubling me. Since I am here already, I suppose I better spill all my thoughts out.

In the month that I first began this blog, which was back in April, I never, in actuality, intended to take it seriously. Bet and I have had blogs that either blew out of proportions or were just forgotten. And the idea of blogging independently… well, it was half-stimulating, and I was half-hesitant. After all, the very last time I had my own blog was ages ago – when I was twelve and considered the world particularly small. Last summer was laden with the wrong ideas, I tell you. I don’t precisely recall why I settled with the proposal of blogging then. Perhaps it was the assurance of getting me enrolled in a Taekwondo class (which never came to pass; props to the ‘rents, who so instinctively squashed my aspirations) that I thought this was the right place to share my summer exploit. Or perhaps, it was just the thought of writing. No pen. No scratch paper. On a computer. But writing, nonetheless. And without, at that time, the funds to even go the mall, true enough some things came along – and I got to squander my leisure time writing about them.

The Pacific then was just some TV program that I sought to watch since Bet was already captivated with True Blood. I was actually looking to make some derogatory observations (reviews never seem suitable) about The Pacific – but then my fondness for the show increased. Hence began my serious writing. The Pacific became my summer exploration. But, in order to keep the blog alive (since the show only aired once a week), I had to hit upon something else to blab about. That was when I found delight in my long-lost-friend: the world of wrestling.

I don’t exactly write the entire run-through of RAW and SmackDown!. I only blog what I liked best about the definite episode – at times disparagingly, but often with alacrity. In my home, where nobody (aside from me, at least) seems too ecstatic to converse about WWE to any further extent, I thought that I had to make it a point to share online the finest moments of a particular WWE episode. And I accomplished that out of absolute amusement. That’s why it upset me when, last October, I found myself revamping this blog, catching up on the days, tuning in to WWE Live, and trying to write about each aspect I saw. The whole notion of doing this abruptly irked me, and the essence of blogging – in this blog, specifically – went away. It became a burden. It became work. And I didn’t like it. But don’t get me wrong. I still like WWE. I love it with all my heart. I just don’t want to write about it anymore in that obsessive compulsive approach.

So I figured that the finest way to keep this blog alive (and to keep me happy), is for bobsbigbeerbelly to write simply about the things that Kat takes pleasure in. It sounds a bit selfish, but I don’t think anyone reads this anyway. I would still write about wrestling – and in that OCD method, if I please it, but I doubt that it would be that frequent. My existence still gyrates around wrestling, so I am in full knowledge to still be witnessing more of Edge, Randy Orton, and CM Punk in this blog. From this present time and towards the subsequent year, I’ll make it a purpose to ventilate this site with the three bands that I have on my iPod, teen fic reads commentaries and my personal life. Yes. And why I had not thought about this sooner is odd too. For a while, I haven’t been pleased with the idea of blogging. As a matter of fact, and a few months back, I did consider canceling this account. But it was in this blog that I truly rewarded awareness to the things that actually make me happy. So let’s see myself give writing further prospect. Especially now that I can see a lot abandoned books in my shelf and that Raising Hope is coming up on Jack TV. I heard that it’s from the creators of My Name is Earl. And I did like My Name is Earl a lot. No pens. No scratch papers.

For the meantime, click on these goofy pictures of me all dressed up with a lame, phony pair of glasses (I found it lying on the school grounds and took my chances), my beanie cap (bought for a Halloween party three years ago), and my brand new Edge T-shirt (which was given to me by my monita on our Christmas party three days ago). Me like!

That's right, show it off.

I fail miserably.

Wade Barrett IS the Next Break Out Supastah!

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The only worse thing about writing a delayed entry, is actually not having to watch this NXT episode on the television. I only got a preview of this win on SmackDown! – which I think is very much advance on Jack TV (me likey) – and I read the reports on WWE.com. Well, here’s what went down on the last pro tally.

Two NXT rookies. Seven WWE pros. One Matt Striker.
WHO WILL BE THE NEXT WWE BREAK OUT SUPERSTAR?

Notice JeriMiz sitting next to each other. Chris Jericho is proud. The Miz is ecstatic. R-Truth and Matt Hardy are both contemplative. William Regal is blunt. Christian is analytic.And OMG!!! IS THAT A MASK ON CM PUNK?!

The NXT pros are busy working on their clipboards. This is a serious moment. It really takes time. So solemn in fact that the pros can’t help but voice out their opinions to the general public. And that includes… THESE GUYS! Remember them? You don’t? Okay, that’s cool too.

Oh NOW you've both turned humble!

Wade Barrett or David Otunga — who is it going to be?

AND THE WINNER IS
WADE BARRETT!

Aw. A teacher, a student... and a loser by the corner.

As @WWEJCena tweeted, Wade Barrett, welcome to the lion’s den!

And they all lived happily ever after.