What We Talk About (When We Don’t Talk About Wrestling). Anything else would be telling. It’s Bladejob, it’s new, it’s overdue.

Call me a sadist, call me a masochist, call me the victim of a severe concuss…

Yeah, don’t think that a little offhand disclaimer like “Un-Official” is gonn…

When I see Justin Credible, I don’t think “eyebrows better suited for that creepy gossip writer on E! Gossip Show.” What were they thinking? I realize that they are trying to avoid the Ziggy Stardust glam stigma of no eyebrows at all, but these eye-mustaches are ridiculous.

Matthew Damascus takes a break from normal continuity to discuss a ho-hum Wrestlemania 2000.

Ditch this gimmick like the plague. It’s fucking bad, trailer park, crazy uncle, kind of shit. The snot rag doesn’t make sense. The gesture in itself is not particularly vile or sinister, it’s more bizarre like that kid who ate paste and boogers in second grade. AND RAVEN IS NO PASTE EATER!