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>> OPENING WORDS FROM THE EDITOR
By Colin Vassallo, [Editor@...
Long time readers will remember Rick Rockwell, who wrote 'The Abnormal
Stretch' on this newsletter. Well, he's returning later this week with a
brand new column. So look for it in the weekend.
Speaking of articles, Jason Clevett has a hilarious one in today's issue
regarding our WrestleMania trip.
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>> WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT NEWS http://www.wrestling-online.com/news
> WWE SLAPPED WITH A LAWSUIT
- A story on the Arizona Republic newspaper revealed that two flight
attendants from Phoenix-based SportsJet are suing World Wrestling
Entertainment, Scott Hall, Dustin Runnels and Ric Flair for the
incidents that occurred on the infamous 'plane ride from hell' on May
5th 2002 from Europe to Phoenix. The company chartered a luxury plane
for the European tour back at that time and all hell broke lose. The
lawsuit says that Ric Flair, wearing only his robe, flashed everyone and
forced an attendant to touch his crotch. Hall asked an attendant to
perform oral sex while Dustin Runnels grabbed an attendant and told her
to have sex. You can read the full story at
> WEBSITES ACQUIRE WWE LAWSUIT COPY
- TheSmokingGun.com has a copy of some parts of the lawsuit brought
forward by SportsJet flight attendants Taralyn Cappellano and Heidi Doyl
against Hall, Flair, Runnels and WWE. The suit has been filed in the
superior court of the state of Arizona and the complaint is negligence,
assault and battery, intentional infliction of emotional distress and
falls imprisonment. You can check it out at
> RAW RATING HOLDS STRONG
- Although 0.2 down from last week, RAW delivered a strong 4.3 rating
with a 7.0 share, off hours 4.1 and 4.5. That's quite better than the
mid-high 3's they were pulling just weeks ago. Overrun was 4.8 which was
the highest rated segment of the show. In weekend ratings, Velocity did
a 0.8 with a 1.0 share, Confidential a 0.8 with a 2.0 share and Heat a
1.0 and 2.0 share. The encore presentation of RAW which followed Heat on
Sunday did a 1.7 with a 2.0 share. (Ratings compiled by Nielsen Media
Research and put online by PWInsider.com)
- Stocks closed the day at 14.35, a 0.35% decrease over the previous
closing. The day's range was 14.04 - 14.41.
>> DON'T BLAME CANADA
By Jason Clevett, [j_clevett@...
Before we kick off part 1 of 17 of the NYC/Mania experience I want to do
a quick plug. Ringside Manner, which I have been a part of for about two
years, on and off, has a bunch of post-mania stuff on the site right now
for your audio pleasure. First, the interview with myself, Colin, Henry,
Ian, and Stefan outside the Continental Airlines Arena. I know many of
you have long wondered what Colin, Ian and I sound like, now you know.
Good luck deciphering Ian and not crying from Colins nasal voice. J The
other one of interest is the post show with Kid Clevetts (Long story)
from NYC. I called in f! rom Broadway, right after Mania. If you really
want to get a feel for the emotion I felt being there, check it out
because it comes through loud and clear. Both interviews are available
Now onto NYC.
Well, actually, first on to Toronto, home of Wrestlemania X-8 and most
of the staffers for my other home besides W-O, SLAM!Wrestling. My editor
and mentor Greg Oliver and his lovely wife Meredith put me up for the
night, we watched some TNA, ate some garlic bread, and Greg actually got
up at toodamnearly am to say goodbye to me as I departed for NYC.
The plane flew around the island before landing at LaGuardia, giving me
my first view of the city. I just sat on the shuttle speechless,
watching the city unfold as we moved into the heart of Manhattan. After
dropping off my bags at the lovely Big Apple Hostel
I went out in search of my
fellow staffers, who werent in their hotel. So I wandered around Times
Square, in awe of the fact that I was actually there. NYC has a mystique
to it, when I reflect back on the gritty crime dramas, episodes of the
Rosie ODonnell show, and quirky shows about groups of friends, or the
films about kids being pursued by clumsy bank robbers, or giant Lizards
and Apes attacking the city
all the books I have read, the classic
matches I! have seen, I would be lying if I said that I wasnt emotional
I spent a few hours wandering, getting funny looks due to wearing only a
T-shirt. One clerk said simply You are not cold? Nope, Im Canadian.
That seems to explain so much, so often.
I walked by the Planet Hollywood press conference, but this year I
didnt really care about wrestlers or promo or stuff, I already had
three of my evenings centering around wrestling, so I wanted to make the
most of my time. I contemplated going to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum,
but decided I would wait for my friends, I mean what is the point of
going alone, without a friend to take a picture of you groping Michael
Finally, in early afternoon, Colin and I reunited after a year. After
quietly holding each other for a few moments, I met Henry, and waited
for Ian, who I promptly scared the living daylights out of by hiding
behind the door when he knocked. During this time, Colin was showing me
pictures he had already taken, including one of him and Henry groping
Michael Jackson at the wax museum
We went out to the Empire State Building, where we spent two hours in
queue (Dammit now you guys have me saying it!) I am going to unleash a
shocker right here in DBC
Ian Hamilton, sarcastic smartass that he is
online, was actually very quiet at first. I made it my goal to drag him
out of his shell, by making fun of him for five days. Basically it went
Jason: Something witty.
Ian: Grumbles something unintelligible.
Colin and Henry: Laugh.
It seriously took me about two days to decipher young Hamilton. At one
point when he tried (and failed) to diss me in his thick accent I said
For gods sake man, speak English! Ians bewildered reply? But I am
That evening, we split up because Colin and Henry wanted to go see
strippers, Ian wanted to watch Smackdown
and I wanted to see a Broadway
play. I got the best deal. No seriously I did. I saw The Lion King and
it made me cry. DAMMIT I AM IN TOUCH WITH MY EMOTIONS! SHUT UP!
Damn good show though. Second best show I saw in NYC.
Friday Morning, I was picked up by the goofballs. Colin, fresh from his
$200/night suite at the Westin took in the bunk beds and pile of luggage
and said This is your room? You share it with three people? That
sucks. I replied Colin, this cost me less for the entire week then
your hotel did for one night. Point.. Jason. I mean all I needed was a
place to sleep, I was never there otherwise.
Friday we took in Ground Zero, incredibly emotional place to be, went
shopping, scanned the subway system for giant Harlem Sewer Rats, and
took a cruise around Manhattan. The funny thing about Colin is that he
grumbles at times, (ok a lot of the time) about things like the fact
that the cruise was two hours
and then promptly takes more pictures
than any of us.
In all seriousness, I mock Ian and Colin a lot, (deservedly so) but I
couldnt have asked for better company then my 3 (soon to be 4)
companions for the week. Wrestlemania: bringing countries and cultures
After dropping them back off at the Westin (Just seconds away from all
your porno needs) I headed home where I met my new roomie, wearing a
Stone Cold shirt. Well that was a bit of a clue why he was there, so
after introducing myself, we bonded, and soon Stefan Torngren and I were
headed off to Coyote Uglys with H&C.
What to say about CUs
it was hot, small, crowded, and had attractive
bartenders. We met up with a few readers, including, um
Tim? It was two
weeks ago and I was drinking, so sorry buddy if your reading this and I
got your name wrong. Anyway, Tim was obviously quite drunk himself,
since he called me a very talented writer.
After staggering back from the second of five late nights, I fell asleep
with a blonde Swedish boy on top of me, excited about the next
three days and what they would bring.
Wow, that sounded bad.
He was in the bunk above me
you sick freaks
Saturday was the day I had been looking forward to, Ring of Honor.
Despite everything that had happened in the prior week and a half, I
knew that the company would pull off something amazing, and they went
above and beyond that.
We got to the Westin (Why is it we always have to meet you, anyway, eh
Colin?), no doofi. We went back a bit later, they were there and we
prepared to embark, when Colin said the words that made me want to kill
Im hungry. Lets go to Planet Hollywood and have lunch.
Now keep in mind these two things. 1. The convention card was an hour
from start time at this point, and we still had to get to Elizabeth, New
Jersey, where Chris Bernes was waiting for us and 2. Planet Hollywood,
as we would find out the next day, is notorious for its slow service
(and overpriced food, for that matter.) Had we gone there for lunch, we
would have been lucky to make it to the evening show. So after having a
heated argument in the lobby, in which it was a good thing that I
actually like Colin or he would have been spun around in the revolving
door 20 times and spit into oncoming traffic, did we compromise at
grabbing a bite on the way. Now, in my mind, a bite was McDonalds, in
Colins it was apparently Deli where they take ten minutes to make your
food. Still we got food and walked to the path trains, Ian and I eating
our food while we walked, Colin and Henry apparently not familiar with
this concept. Damn Maltese.
So thus, their food was cold and when we finally got to the train
station in, um, Newark? Colin and Henry grumpily threw their food
away and bought new food, while poor Stefan, who had paid $40 for his
ticket, started to cry.
Finally, after all of that, and Ian, Stefan and I seriously considering
abandoning the Islanders, we got in cabs, and made it to the
A bit of a snafu met us, as my original arrangements had been made with
the former owner of the promotion. Thus, our tickets were not at the
door. A big thank you to Syd for letting us in and being so great. It
was appreciated. Ian and I got our picture taken with Dusty Rhodes, and
then got ready for the show.
Rather then waste space, I will just link you to my review of the show
here - http://slam.canoe.ca/Slam/Wrestling/2004/03/19/388294.html
Only thing that wasnt mentioned in the article is the shout out I got
from my friend Jack Evans, a Parkland, WA based, Calgary trained
wrestler. Standing in the corner before the 6-man match, he pointed to
me and tossed his shirt to me. I wore that thing around my neck, turning
down Jack fans who offered money and begged me for the shirt. After the
show, what do I get? A hug and give me back my shirt Clevetts.
After the incredible evening, we hung around for a bit. Colin, Henry and
Ian left as they were tired, and Stefan and I were supposed to go out to
eat with a friend of mine but that fell apart so we left shortly
thereafter. In the meantime, however, Stefan and I met up with Samoa
Joe, John Walters, Colt Fricken Hysterical Cabana, Tracy Brooks, and
Jerry Lynn, who remembered me from Saskatoon last summer. During this
time my friend Kim, from Philly, was off doing something. I started
laughing because Jay and Mark Briscoe are two of her favorite wrestlers,
and she had said that she had never met them because they always took
off right after the show, as they are only 19 and 20. Low and behold,
down come Jay Bled like a stuck pig, like my bandage? and Mark, and
Stefan and I got a picture with them. Fortunately Kim made it back into
the building, met Jay, and got a pic taken before they left, otherwise
she may have killed me.
Looking at these pictures, I can see why Stefan got nicknamed Sleepy
Swedish Guy because he does look half-awake during the pictures. I
think he was just so in awe of the entire experience that it showed, and
I cant say I blame him. SSG also was short for Silent Swedish Guy
which is REALLY ironic coming from Ian What, me talk? Hamilton.
Unlike the other three, Stefan and I had no problems finding our way
back, and it was off to dreamland, eagerly anticipating two more days of
and New York stuff.
And you too, can go off to dreamland now (if this hasnt put you there
already) and prepare for part two of the annual DBC Wrestlemania Weekend
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