DEADFACE WALKING PHOTOSHOP OF THE DAY:
About a day
after catching TNA Impact, it dawned on me that the
group known as THEY~! had gotten a name change while I
had my attention on Twitter (I hope you readers are following me and joining me for WWE
and TNA show live tweeting [/endplug]). "What for?" I
ask! THEY is a great name! It's already provided much
hilarity with the sign that THEY held up which read
"THERrrrrE HERrrrE!" Thurr hurr; has this phrase ever
been more apropos? Plus, think of the fountain of lulz
that comes from the grammatical fumbles alone~! And
"THEY" sure beats Hogan's proposed name: "ME". I would
enjoy if they all adopted Dixie Carter's name for Eric
Bischoff: "Smug Shit", though, but that's neither
HERrrrE nor THERrrrrE (heh heh).
Of course, much like how I've been deprived of the comedic genius that is Brian Kendrick lately, TNA once again stopped me from enjoying the little things on their show. Sure enough, Hulk got his possessive wish as the stable which includes himself, Bischoff, Jeff Jarrett, Jeff Hardy...
...several minutes later...
Frankie Kazarian, AJ Styles, and fucking
Rob Terry [Note from 2011:
TURNS OUT I COULDN'T TELL THE DIFF. BETWEEN TERRY AND,
uh... Doug Williams?] has now rechristened itself
HOGAN'S IMMORTALS~! WHAT?! Their ONE shot
at redeeming all of the horrors wrought upon my eyes
from this week's Impact by naming the faction HOGAN'S
HEROES, and THEY've SOILED IT! SOILED
But, as always, there's a silver lining (that being Photoshop fodder - and that's why you're here)! THEY and THEY B-Team have come together, not as mere men, but as IMMORTALS! You know, like VAMPIRES -- or like Ric Flair himself, as seen on our sidebar here. Mostly vampires. So move over, Robbie E. and Cookie, here comes TNA's next shameless rip-off of something far more successful than they ever will be:
Yeah, I know it says "Hulk's"; YOU try finding "Hogan's" in that font.
They're everything that a Twilight vampire aspires to be! They're undead zombies (Flair)! They're blood-sucking leeches (Hogan, Bischoff)! They sparkle (Hardy)! They're... pale? Guess not. Thanks a lot, you couple of fucking orange leather couches. Let's see... They can't survive without other men by their sides! One's got a perpetually pained expression on his face like he suffers from chronic constipation (Jarrett)! Their story is being written by someone known for a mind-boggling inability to coherently string words together on paper (Vince Russo)! YEEESSSS! It all makes sense now, and it only took a huuuuuge stretch to make this joke~! My deed is done here; I bid you adieu! Thanks for reading!
THE TWF "MENTAL WELLNESS TEST!"
With Christmas just around the corner, what better way to spend your few remaining dollars (left over after the seemingly infinite line-up of fucking pay-per-views ) then on the following "quality WWE merchandise!" After all, if they don't move this stuff, and fast, stockholders just might get time to figure out what "plummeting domestic buyrates" means!... and well, I don't think they need to tell you what that means! (Seriously. They're not telling you. Everything is fine! Ahem.).