MY NAME IS ENZO A-BORE-GAY
YOU'LL CATCH SOME CERTIFIED Z'S
CAUSE IM A BONAFIDE CU.CK
AND I CANT. DRAW. DIMES.
AND THIS RIGHT HERE
THIS IS BITCH ASS
AND HES 3 INCHES LONG
AND HE CANT. DRAW. DIMES.
BADABOOM
REAL FAGS IN THE ROOM
WHY YOU LEAVING?
CAUSE WE HAVE
1 WORD TO DESCRIBE US
AND IM GONNA SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU
S.A.W.F.T
SOOOOOFT
cringe, just fucking kys
>>2688566
There's only ONE WORD to describe you, and I'm gonna spell it out for ya:
>J
>U
>S
>T
>J U S T
>>2688566
>Not posting the way better original
MY NAME IS ENZO A-BORING
AND I'LL MAKE YOU CATCH CERTIFIED Z'S
CAUSE I'M A BONAFIDE DUD
AND YOU CAN'T TEACH THAT
AND THIS RIGHT HERE
THIS IS BLAND ASS
AND HE DROPPED THE BALL
AND YOU CAN'T TEACH THAT
BADABOOM
THE COMPANY'S DOOMED
AND RAW IS RUINED
drew gulak running the only good program in 205 live.
goodbye flippy shit
>>2688291
If anybody should be in a submission match it should be Drew.
This thread was necrobumped from page 8 or 9 way down the board.
So whomever bumped this is the OP samefagging.
Sad!!
>>2688291
They've lingered on Neville vs. Austin too damn long and adding TJP into the mix didn't do enough to shake things up, I guess they just don't care enough anymore, since everyone can see the show's days are counted.
I hope that at least the purple ropes on Raw will die with it.
>''I respect Goldberg so much. He is amazing. I am honored to be the undefeated champion with the longest streak in WWE history.''
What a fucking mark. Remember when the fans were in the crowd?
Based Empress of Tomorrow living in ya head rent free
dofa?
>>2687930
wtf carter. you're supposed to hate her
Where were you when Markaritaville got absolutely BTFO?
>>2687702
Judging how I basically had to scroll through every single podcast on the PodcastOne website to even see it at the bottom I would say Vinny Roo is the one BTFO.
>>2687702
Funny that he said this. Considering the wwe have been making a lot of russo tier decisions. (stuff on a pole, jobber champ, gay cops) I wouldn't be surprised he's an advisor
>>2687806
Bro you gotta understand that WWE needs the ratings, they're looking what made them great and following that path again bro, it's really that simple.
http://www.wrestlinginc.com/wi/news/2017/0524/626526/how-was-smackdown-viewership-with-backlash-fallout/
>This week's post-Backlash edition of WWE SmackDown, featuring new WWE Champion Jinder Mahal plus Shinsuke Nakamura & AJ Styles vs. Dolph Ziggler & WWE United States Champion Kevin Owens in the main event, drew 2.328 million viewers. This is up from last week's 2.175 million viewers for the Backlash go-home show, which was a new low for 2017.
BIG POPPA POO IS SAVING WWE
That was probably Randy's last title run of his career. There's no excuses for a 13 time champ being such a fucking nodraw.
MAHAL
A
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RATINGS
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Wew that was damn close to beating raw this week.
When's it going to happen bros?
Kevin Nash came to me in a dream once. I was going through a rough patch in my life, I was 5'6, I had no charisma, and I thought a shoot was just film terminology. I don't remember my dreams too often, but I'll never forget this one, as it was a life changing experience. I was standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, with nobody in the stands as usual. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a semi-truck horn blast across the arena, and a figure began to emerge from behind the curtain. Nash rode in on a unicorn named Work, his not dyed majestic black hair flowing gracefully behind him, flowing like the money he drew as the highest drawing champion in wrestling history. Three cruiserweights were impaled on Work's massive horn, victims of a Jackknife Powerbomb almost as powerful as the one Nash dropped on Hiroshima. Their bodies occasionally twitched in a fruitless attempt to kick out, as a referee followed closely behind to continuously count the pin. Nash and Work stopped at the top of the ramp, and Nash posed like a Greek god, as pyro and fireworks shot off behind him in an awe-inspiring display. Two hours later when the last firework had shot off, Nash looked down at me and smirked.
"Fuckin' well look what we fuckin' have fuckin' here."
Nash hopped off of Work, but seemed to grimace in pain as he landed. He quickly muttered :x = negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac over 2a". I saw a light spackle shine over his thighs as he smiled and stood up straight. He turned to me, as I trembled in a mixture of both fear and awe. He began to speak again.
"It's your fuckin' lucky fuckin' day, son. I have decided to fuckin' take fuckin' mercy on you and fuckin' work you in a fuckin' shoot. Instead, I will fuckin' teach you the fuckin' ways of the Church of Big Sexy. This ain't a fuckin' shoot, I'm dead fuckin' serious. Look at the adjective, "the".
I tried to respond, but my charisma was so lacking that all I managed to garble out was a string of incomprehensible references to kickpads and workrate. Nash shook his head and muttered "We got a lot of fuckin' work to do."
I spent the next several days in the dream world learning the art of Big Daddy Cool. My intensive training covered the realms of economics, hair care, technical wrestling, working the marks, technically wrestling, parenting, proper hand-to-pocket technique, taser use, and grammar. I felt myself grow taller, I felt my hair grow longer, I felt my muscles reach full mass, but above all, I felt myself attain Nashmotality. I had transcended mortal marks. I was God.
When the time came for my final lesson, Nash dismissed Work back to Valhalla to wait for him, as part of the final lesson required a match between the two of us, a match that Work would undoubtedly have booked himself to interfere in if he stuck around. Nash and I entered the ring and stood nose-to-nose. In that moment, I suddenly realized that we were not alone. The previously empty arena was now absolutely packed. In fact, there were over 500,000 screaming marks holding up charts proving our draw power as signs, a further testament to the box office juggernauts Nash and I had become. The crowd roared with trepidation as they eagerly awaited our five star classic. Nash looked at me seriously and said, "This is the last fuckin' thing you need to know. The most important fuckin' lesson: Money. And miles." I nodded my head in understanding, and made my move. I poked Nash in the chest.
I awoke suddenly in a cold sweat and sat up in bed with a start. Before I could despair at my ascension to Godhood and elimination of my vanilla midget status being nothing but a dream, I realized that my legs where hanging off the bed. I felt the back of my head, and my luscious black locks that were not dyed at all were still intact. I threw my sheet off me, and saw that my muscles were still gigantic. It worked! My evolution had carried over from the dream world into reality!
Eager to test out my new powers, I quickly ran to the living room to find my insubordinate, neckbeard son abusing my girlfriend. I cackled with glee, and began to work a five star match. I punched my son into a corner, made him eat an elbow, tossed my hair back several times, and sidewalk slammed him through the kitchen table. A referee crashed in through the window and counted pin before I could even put a foot on his chest. It was over. I had buried my first vanilla midget.
But just before I could put my hand in my pocket in celebration and begin collecting on all the money I drew, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out, assuming it was just the President touching base on my upcoming ceremony for the Congressional Medal of Honor, but was confused when I saw this wasn't the case. The text wasn't from the President. The text was from myself. I hastily opened the message, assuming it was some sort of error. My eyes scanned the screen...and my confusion turned to terror. I felt a sudden pang of pain in both of my quads, and I collapsed to the floor. Muscles began to shrink, my hair came out in tufts, my legs shortened back to their vanilla midget status as I felt my charisma become sapped from me like a life force...the text had simply read:
"You got worked."
Pretty good read.
really fires up the ol neurons
>>2686587
Asuka is ugly
ASGOOKA BTFO
>>2688005
she's fat and gross too
>asuka in catering
Best thread on the board rn
>>2684856
>Jinder in the steroid room
>>2684944
kek
Just noticed the way Nattie looks at Big Hog James, recently.
Of course he's getting cucked. Probably not by James though.
I enjoy the welcoming committee and I'm not exactly sure why
>>2682614
Top Kek. He is a vegetable, of course he's getting cucked
where were you when Adam from what cuckture's nudes leaked?
Ding-Dong Diddlyasp noodlehead
>>2680670
here like always
>>2680670
in your mom! lol!
Obviously wrestling is fake. People try to inflict each other as less damage as possible. However, which is the move that when properly executed (i.e. no botch) still hurts to who's performing it or who's receiving it?
Discuss.
>>2678504
any bump off the top rope, mark
Anything involving a prop.
So many things can go wrong and often do.
Any wrestler will tell you that the chops are the worst part of the match. There's no faking a chest chop, you just slap the shit out of each other to get the loudest sound possible.
Post your fav pics of Big Kev with women
guys post your favorite pic of me with women
oh waif
i bet he had sax with all of them lol i cant get laid but i live vicariously through a guy on tv haha
>>2666249
>My wife's daughter
A
>>2690416
Based Batista working the roasties into dying.
Per WOR at www.f4wonline.com, Dave Meltzer reported that this was the worst non-holiday numbers Raw has drawn since 1996. From 8-9PM Monday Night Raw drew its lowest number of viewers since their last July 4 show (for foreign readers, it's US Independence Day on July 4 and it's a widely celebrated day to skip work and BBQ). He noted this show did worse than the pre-taped London show. He also stated that while the NBA playoff game certainly hurt WWE, this show was down 20% from the same week last year, which went up against a stronger NBA game. So "it's not like the competition is down this year," as there are indeed playoffs every year. Overall the ratings were down 20%, and down 40% in teenage boys.
WWE is dead come 2019.
>>2689749
>WWE is dead come 2019.
You mean 2018.
Based Kidani will save Pro-Wrestling
>>2689749
It's fine. Roman is the future and they're doing a slow burn on him being "the guy".
This isn't the attitude era. You can't just have a vanilla midget start spitting a catchphrase and have it get over.
I think the solution is to cancel SD and make Raw 4 hours. Spices up the card, gives Roman some more feuds, and you might get lucky and build a strong #2 face of the company - like Cena or Orton or Braun or Sasha on the female side.
Also fucking end the female matches. Bra and panty, 1 min squashes, tits and ass - that draws money. Also maybe kill the "diversity" a bit? You just gave Jinder a belt, bad timing with the bombing. Give it to a white dude to celebrate Memorial Day, that'll get a big pop and draw viewers.
Anyone want to bet they'll be below 2 million by the end of 2017?
Ready to rep Big Poppa Poo now /asp/?
>WWE AUTHENTIC WEAR
no thanks..
>its a wearable shirt ruined by the big WWE OFFICIAL WEAR tag and the design on the back
when will they learn
not even bullshit was gonna buy it but that wwe authentic wear tag killed it.