so, in case you haven't heard, super dragon returned at the steen wolf show. it was the first bit of wrestling news i managed to find out before emily did and really, if i was going to find out anything before Her of the Constant Refreshing of the Dirt Sheets, i'd rather it was something as awesome as that. after the hand flapping and the general squee died down to a bearable level, we tried to not get ahead of ourselves - which didn't really worked and has continued to not work with every bit of new information we hear, cause honestly guys, it's fucking SUPER DRAGON and he's BACK and WRESTLING AGAIN with KEVIN STEEN and THAT DESERVES SOME OUT OF CONTROL CAPSLOCKING.
naturally, in light of all that, i've got a jonesing for old pwg shows and i've already prodded emily to write a super dragon/kevin steen fic. i mean, alright, i don't think it'll happen BUT IT SHOULD. (i would write it, but my think is broke.)
anyway, dragon has been the topic of conversation for, well, just about everyone, and there's fewer greater joys than watching wrestlers mark out for other wrestlers. it's like watching all your kids getting along. i can only imagine excalibur's thought process right now (though i have no problem imagining what's happening in his pants, despite his apparent lack of genitalia), and steen and joey are clearly over the moon which is always awesome to see. and i'm sure once the blueprints have been finalised and planning permission from the council comes through, the statue in super dragon's honour will be built and our eventual wrestling road trip will involve both emily and i trying to figure out the best way to fellate concrete.
and that leads nicely into me telling you guys that i watched predator tonight (no, it does, you just have to tilt your head and squint). i assume you've all seen predator (except emily, who has no taste for delightfully bad action films, but will sit and watch some truly horrendous straight-to-video horror flicks. i don't get it). anyway, there i was, watching the good guys kill people and the alien get his stalk on and it hit me like a brick in the face: predator is super dragon. okay, so super dragon probably has no interest in hanging around in forests, and i'm not sure of his stance on skinning people (though i could hazard a guess) but aside from that the similarities are pretty obvious. the pathological need to maim and kill is just the tip of the iceberg. i mean, they even look alike.
however, under the mask, predator looks like this:
and as we all know, under his mask, super dragon looks like this:
... so it's not like they're carbon copies of each other, merely part of the same family (though what that says for taro is anyone's guess). i think what i'm trying to say is that come december, there's a slight chance that superdragon will rip nick jackson's spinal cord from his body and lick the brainstem, y'know? and since nick is the manly one, matt and his effeminate face won't really be as heroic in the final battle in the same way arnie was. and with kevin there in the background, shouting the wrestler equivalent of, YEAH, what he said, it's not looking good for the bucks. it's looking bloody fantastic for me, but not so much for them. and if by some miracle the bucks can pull this out of the bag and get a victory, it's only slightly less likely that super dragon will blow up reseda in retaliation.
i know, i know. she says next to nothing for a whole frigging month and then she shows up with pictures and comparisons and flailing appendages. life, eh?