You know what I’m really enjoying about #Raw lately? All the Cody Rhodes and Goldust my heart can handle. Amanda, you may ask, does Goldust really do much for you? Well the answer, my compadres, is yes. Though I’m not sure why, and it’s probably in the same way that David Bowie as Jareth in Labyrinth gives me a weird feeling in my stomach that I don’t quite understand.
Seriously though, I’m really glad Cody Rhodes is finally getting some heat. And it’s great to see Goldust back. Frankly, I didn’t expect that to happen, and I definitely didn’t expect Dustin Runnels to come back with such a nice physique. He looks more badass than ever; his makeup no longer makes me uncomfortable because I’m attracted to him, it more makes me uncomfortable because he looks quite serious business crazy. His face makeup designs are great.
I also am very much enjoying Stephanie McMahon lately. That’s a sentence I never saw myself uttering, or typing I suppose, but I have to give the woman some credit; she is definitely her father’s daughter. She’s a natural at playing the big evil bossman and I’m really enjoying disliking her so much.
All in all, I hope they all kiss and let me watch.
A month or two ago I had the privilege of meeting two former WWE wrestlers. One, the former tag team partner of my one true love, Bret Hart. The other, the son of Davey Boy Smith, and nephew to my one true love, Bret Hart. It was magical.
I have never been more sorry to have attended a wrestling event with my significant other more than I was that day. Other than the time I met Bret Hart, of course.
I wanted to smell him to see if he still smelled like Bret Hart.
My vagina called and it wants you to come over for some tea and Downton Abbey later today. She thinks the two of you could do beautiful #Fandangoing together. Okay, maybe not beautiful, maybe more nervous and awkward, and probably bumpy and sweaty, but it would certainly be adequate Fandangoing.
I am pretty sure that Dolph Ziggler wins everything ever because of his choice of wrestling attire.
Randy Orton and Cody Rhodes
Randy Orton kind of looks like a jerk. I mean, he’s obviously really handsome, in that, “I might dip in ya if you get drunk around me, and don’t get mad because I’m Randy Orton” kinda way. But Cody Rhodes looks like the boy next store that all the girls can’t help fantasizing about. He looks (btw, I base all of this on what kind of vagina tingles I get when I look at these guys) like he’d have his heart broken easily. And be devoted forever. At least this is what I tell myself while I listen to Journey and cry into the mirror.
I’m pretty sure that a love story between Randy Orton and Cody Rhodes could be that hit story we’ve all been looking for. The feel good story of the summer. Will Cody be the one to finally change Randy? Will Randy leave Cody, heart-broken and alone, crying in the rain? Will the romance between the Viper and the Moustache conquer all that challenges it? Stay tuned to find out!
WWE needs to hire me as a writer.
Shawn Michaels vs The Undertaker at Wrestlemania 26. Masturbation fodder for all!
Seriously though, this is one awesome promo followed by one awesome match.
To the poor soul who searched “teenage mutant ninja turtles wrestling singlet” and found my blog: unfortunately, I have yet to have what you are looking for. Though, I too wish I had one.
I did, however, find this, on mypartyshirts.com, so if you’re willing to compromise…