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THE BUFF REPORT Supplemental Hello. I am Buff. Your Fr-izz-endly Neighborhood Superhero. Defender of the 'Hood. It's Thursday, and I am bored, so that means you get another column! (Insert standing ovation here). In the Interest of Correctness:
Atrocious spelling! It should be:
Aren't I so damn clever? Would have helped if I was that clever when it counted. If you want to know the context, click HERE for my last column... ######(CRZ, a link there would be sublime... (Remind me to teach you how to do that YOURSELF some day - CRZ))####### Onward Hmm it seems that CyanIndigo and Michaelangelo are
together
again for the first time to make us all puke. Don't get me wrong,
I'm glad for the two little horn-dogs. But lets look at it in
wrestling
terms....
Also. Yours truly has been sifting through a year's worth of CRZ Nitro reports and picking out the good stuff for CRZ's year in quotes. Let me say this: I generally hate WCW and reliving one whole year was quite painful. The only thing that made it bearable was (and I say this at the risk of sounding like an incredible ass-kisser) the wit of CRZ. Several times I laughed out loud. We fans are lucky to have him. Remember that next time you want to flame him or call him biased. Oh... I have joined an indy fed. Much training to do, probably no matches for quite some time. I'll keep ya updated. Onward Onward! (((( I miss [slash] hype! Where is it? )))) Title this one: WCWhat the Hell? It happened. I, who gave the DubbaSeeDubba its fair shake for over one year, have stopped watching it. Admittedly, I enjoyed watching it for its change of flavor from the WWF. Sure, it had its share of sex and violence, but it also had luchadors, Nitro girls, and Ric Flair. It was different. Viva la differance (sic, I am quite sure). I like when something bucks the standard and strives to present something different. Whether it be rasslin, music or movies, if I don't like it on a subjective level, I appreciate it on an objective level. E.g. I do not like Nirvana's music, but I like the fact that they were doing their own thing in the era of big hair. After Russo/Ferrarararaarra joined WCW, I still watched, even though they were turning the fed into WWF II, Electric Boogaloo. The first few weeks, I was not impressed. They mishandled the luchadors with borderline racist segments. They turned our heroes into janitors and essentially disbanded the Nitro girls. They poked fun of Good 'Ol J.R.'s Bells Palsy and jobbed the hell out of Vampiro. They stole their own gimmicks and storylines. It seemed that they were heading for an irreversible and untimely death for WCW. I would be lying if I said I didn't have a few expletives on reserve for Russo. The next few weeks, however, showed promise. They listened to the crowd, e.g. they turned Sid face because of the big pop he was getting. They came up with original ideas like David Flair/Crowbar/Daphne, and adding Juvi to the Thunder announce team, as well as putting A-list talent on Thunder. Things seemed to be looking up. Then it started crashing down around their ears. Ratings didn't rise, stars got hurt and Russo panicked. He started casting blame on standards and practices, Turner(tm) - anywhere but where it belonged. On himself. It seems that video-store owners and employees have a hard time dealing with fame. Another example would be Quentin Tarrentino. Fast rise, big fame, then... nothing. Have YOU seen Tarrentino lately? I think what Russo was seeking was his fifteen minutes. Who the hell knew about him (outside of internet smarts) before he joined WCW? No one. After he joined, he gave himself an on-camera role, and dropped his name as often as possible. WCW's millions were now aware of the guy. Fame is funny. In Marked For Death, the Jamaican mobster says "Everybody want famous, but nobody want dead." Not eloquent, and I know it's paraphrased from another source, but true. I just read The Road To Mars by Eric Idle (yes, that Eric Idle). Its narrator is so desperate for fame that he plagiarizes a robot's thesis on comedy to win a Nobel prize. He blames others for his foibles in doing so. Sound familiar? In reading through CRZ's Nitro reports he made an ominous statement mid-year, wondering if McMahon had "moles" planted in WCW to make the product worse as the weeks wore on. How strange that scant few months later, Russo was hired and brought WCW to its knees. Could CRZ have forecast the truth? Is he the next Nostradamus? Probably not, but it does make for a great conspiracy theory. As it stands, Russo is out of power and some of WCW's best talent is gone for good or to injury. It has finally become unwatchable to me. And this is from the guy who will watch just about anything they'll put on cable, simply because of the warm glow of television's warm glow. WCW... it's just too painful these days. Since CRZ has been including a link to my band's webpage (thanks again - didn't ask for it, but it is appreciated), I suppose a little self-promotion wouldn't hurt too much. My band is named Motive Eight. We play in and around St. Louis (Go
Rams!).
We have music in MP3 format. Mannequins is our first
"single".
If you have exorbitant amounts of free time, download it and let me know
what you think.
Yes, that's me singing. Follow the link at the bottom of this page to
get to it.
Thanks! Be like Buff, behave.
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