Happy Kwanzaa and happy Boxing Day! Today's also an important day in the world of dead presidents.
The city of South Milwaukee is now home to a statue of a professional wrestler, which is pretty awesome. And fitting.
Don't get too close, reporters, or he'll put THE CLAW on you.
Glad we could finally get a story about The Man, Becky Lynch, onto this site.
I hope he didn't hit a Tombstone piledriver on the reporter.
In all utter seriousness, why do you love professional wrestling?
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN when we're told the winner of a match won the match by winning.
The team avoids Decker with a quick trip to the UK, but then end up in the middle of a music scene war in Manchester. That's right, Morrissey and Johnny Marr hire the team to stop some slam-dancing punks from ruining Smiths concerts. The team even ends up contributing a song idea: Murdock is going on and on about something and B.A. sighs to himself about how â€œbigmouth strikes again.â€
When it came to wondering what Willis was talking about, Gary Coleman was peerless. No one wondered what Willis was talking about more; no one came closer to finding out what Willis was talking about. It is fitting that the field's premier research institution is named the Gary Coleman Center for What Willis Was Talking About Studies.
When you're an 11 year old diehard wrestling nut in the midst of not only Hulkamania but Macho Madness, even a Dirk Benedict movie sounds exciting.