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feckyeswriting · 3 years ago

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adfjkl;fj so added to the list of plot bunnies that will NOT leave is now the start of a season 2 spec fic slash mix of TV canon and S&S plotlines -- aka the tether mixed with ALL of that Ben Barnes!Darkling and JML!Alina pining for one another

and it’s real good, y’all, at least to my absolutely rabies infested mind

but also

is having one scene written out of [??? quantity unknown] really better than just letting the plot bunny hop around in my skull unformed? time will tell if the still-beating heart of this fic remains beneath my floorboards or if I will actually be able to finish it along with the slice of life/drama horse fic and, you know, any other off-the-cuff oneshots that come soon.

Snippet as tax for listening to me ramble completely incoherently:

"I tried to kill you," Alina answers, matter of fact.

"Yes. I might have done the same were our positions reversed." He says it as casually as he might discuss his breakfast -- her death. Alina narrows her eyes. This, she can tell, is only half a truth.

"No, you wouldn't have," she murmurs to herself. He would not have left her at the claws of the Volcra; he would not have turned his back on her and left Ravka behind.

The Darkling hears her regardless, and she can see how his head cocks to the side. It’s a reaction that he didn’t mean to give. Alina folds her arms over her chest and takes a step towards the bed. It’s half a step towards him, at an angle. He mirrors her movement, his hands behind his back. When Alina stops he does as well. She’s maneuvered him away from the door.

For a long minute they are sizing one another up once again. Alina keeps her chin high and refuses to back down. His form seems more clear now, and Alina isn’t certain if it’s because they’re closer or because they’re focusing so intently on one another. “You’re convinced that you’re the one who has the power to offer a throne.” Alina tosses out the comment when it’s clear that he is intent to simply watch her.

Once again she has surprised him. The corner of her mouth twitches in a coy smile. This time, she is the one enticing him to speak.

“Am I?” the Darkling presses.

“Which one of us is in the Little Palace now? Which one has the affection of an entire nation just waiting for her beck and call? Either Lantsov prince has to play a bad hand to try and seize power from the ailing King. They aren’t trying to curry favor with the man who tried to assassinate their father.”

#sarah talks #sarah writes #S&B #alina x darkling #darklina

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violetsandloveletters · 5 years ago

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How’s your day going? I feel very unwell & have done for the past few days. So apart from avoiding being sick & being in pain, fine. I’ve just been on the sofa watching Black Mirror & resting. What shape is your face? Round.. What sort of computer are you on right now? A Samsung laptop. What’s your favourite restaurant? Five Guys, I know it’s fast food but my god. What does your umbrella look like? It’s black & white floral from Paperchase, need it in the UK atm as it’s pissing it down... HAPPY SUMMER.

Do you share a room with anyone? Not while D has been away unwell, unless you count my cat Hades. Are you superstitious? Yes, no 3 drains for me! Or walking under ladders & knocking on wood blah blah. Do you believe in astrology? I do. I’m a Cancer, all my favourite people including my cat are either Pisces or Scorpio. & i’m very much drawn to guy Fire signs which is D & my ex & one of my best friends so... Take the vowels out of your name. What does it spell? Lrn. Do you eat breakfast every day? No, literally never. I’m never usually awake at breakfast time! If I am doing something in the day I will try & eat to stop me getting a headache or feeling sick but not breakfast food. You can go back in time and slap one historical figure in the face. Who? Hitler, Brutus there’s probably a ton though tbh. Do you have socks on? Describe them. Yes. I’m cold! Grey & mint green fluffy socks. Pick up your cell phone for a second. Who’s your first text from? My auntie. Fourth missed call? My dad. Are you one of those people who has like a hundred apps on their phone? No I don’t think so. I only have 2 pages too because the first one is mainly sorted into folders. Have you ever been to the ballet? No. Do you have good reflexes? I guess... Do you have many internet friends? No & I like it that way. Do you think those friendships are on level with your real life ones? - Do you keep a journal? I do but not a regular one. Describe for me your ideal sandwich. My Subway order... Italian BMT (was on honey oat but they changed the bread so 9 grain wheat or italian herb & cheese), double cheese (normal & grated), lettuce, sweetcorn (sometimes red onion & tomato) & the new vegan garlic aioli. What are some names that you like? Nature names... Forest, Luna, River etc or Greek gods/Godesses... Apollo, Hera... my cat is called Hades... Is there something you’re putting off doing in favour of this survey? No, i’m taking it easy today. Are your friends generally like you or different from you? My best friend Tash is so opposite yet the same to me it’s crazy. Like when we shop, our whole time is spent saying ‘I don’t like this but you will’ ha. Link me to a picture you think is cute. It’d be one of my cat or me & D so... Do you like blowing bubbles? I’m not 5, but if it was something that would entertain the cat I would do it, What’s the band that you love even though you know they’re awful? Well I don’t think any bands I like are awful unless it was some cheesy 80′s that I love. Ever had a pillow fight? Not that I recall. What do you usually pick in truth or dare? Truth. Are you better at posing good questions or coming up with outrageous dares? Good questions. Do you coo over other people’s babies? No, until I have my own, I hate babies. Apart from D’s niece S cos she is hilarious. What is something that makes you very squeamish? My dad is obsessed with Dr Pimple Popper & Embarrassing Bodies & he knows any shit like that freaks me out & he will ALWAYS facetime me when watching them. Also vomit. Do you try those as-seen-on-TV things? I have a few JML stuff we have here as there are stands in like Asda & Wilko... Has there been a celebrity death that really affected you? Michael Jackson & Robin Willams. Do you get the dressing on the salad or on the side? On the salad. Do you make lists, or are you more of an unplanned person? I make lists. If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? I left school 11 years ago so I guess, I mean D’s sister is marrying one of my close friends from my year at school so there’s an example... Is there something you like to eat that most people think is gross? Erm, i’m not sure. Do you have a lot of photographs of your friends? I guess. Do you dye your hair regularly? Yeah I dye it purple. Do you think, if it came down to it, that you’d be able to kill someone? In self defence yes I’d have too. Are you good at rating things?

Sure

What’s a movie that you want to see? Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. What was the name of your third grade teacher? No idea, it was like 20 years ago maybe.

Are you a competitive person? No. Do you get into a lot of arguments? No. Do you like to go shopping? Yes. Can you knit? No. What’s something that you really like about yourself? That i’m loyal & caring. Can you pass for older than you are? Not one person believes i’m 27 years old because I look so young so no way.. Have you ever been in a situation where that was necessary? No. Do you talk a lot? No. Are you a Facebook creeper? Who doesn’t like a nosey now & then. What is a smell that you hate? Fish. There’s loads, i’m very sensitive to smells lol. If you don’t set your alarm clock or anything, when will you wake up? 12 or 1pm. Do you even use an alarm clock, or do you just use your phone? Phone & Fitbit. Do you watch Maury or Steve Wilkos or anything like that? I used to watch them both & loved them! What did you get your best friend for their last birthday? Don’t remember! What did they get you for yours? Some skincare & body stuff as she works for an online beauty retailer so gets all the good stuff. Are you capable of finishing a game of Monopoly? Yeah, me & D love it. What is a word or phrase that you overuse? “fuck sake”, “i feel like shit”, “im tired”, “im hungry”, “Hades, are you hungry?”1 What’s your favourite painting? Well it’s not a painting but “The Sleep or Reason Produces Monsters” by Francisco Goya or Picasso’s “Guernica” cos it’s fucking weird. Have you ever written to your congressman? No? Did you get sent those free AOL discs a lot? Yeah, I remember those, does that show my age? Are you allergic to anything? Quorn. What are you going to do now that you’re finished with this survey? Watch the episode of Black Mirror that’s been on pause for like an hour.

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batjmlworld · 3 years ago

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Carey...NOT Willoughby

Sometimes I feel for this poor guy under pressure from his boss and his wife.

Sometimes I feel the same as he does when I’m going through such similar stress and strife.

Contrary to popular belief, a community named Willoughby actually exists in Ohio just outside of Cleveland.

But it’s not the same destination for me

My getaway community is a village called Carey

Whereas I am a frequent pilgrim to the consolation of Our Lady

At a Shrine named after her...good ‘ol Blessed Mama Mary.

Sometimes I wish I could stay there a little longer.

Sometimes I wish she and her Son Jesus would just call me home.

Just like that state trooper who was killed in 2010 on Township Rd. 95

Just outside that Catholic community

Which I heartedly and affectionately call God’s Country.

And finally be in Heaven

With my habitual sins forgiven.

And finally reunited with my long lost Lehman cheerleader freind.

My sweet, precious kindred spirit

....named Mary Lee.

JML 06/06/21

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mwj8ztxv60

Medjugorje message June 25,2020

“Dear children!

My heart is joyful because through these years I see your love and openness to my call.

Today I am calling you: pray with me for peace and freedom, because Satan is strong, and by his deception, wants to lead away all the more heats from my motherly heart.

That is why decide for God so that it may be good for you which God gave you.

Thank you for having responded to my call.”

BVM 06/25/21

(relayed by JML the bluespoet from https://medjugorje.org )

Also visit: www.medjugorje.com

#poetry

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spookypastatoo · 8 years ago

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I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple’s bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.

The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams - her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride; recall that I wasn’t a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life changed forever. She and Terence had been married for only five months. Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as “Smile.dog,” the being smile.jpg is reputed to display. What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don’t believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax.

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the Internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though depending on whom you ask the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg’s existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief. Neither smile.jpg nor Smile.dog is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shocksites as ****** (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup; any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia’s many admins.

Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of Internet legend. Mary E.’s story is not unique; there are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of Usenet and even one persistent tale that in 2002 a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of Smile.dog pictures, rendering almost half the forum’s users at the time epileptic.

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s, smile.jpg circulated on Usenet and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line “SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!” Yet despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: a dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian Husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail that is visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame. The hand is empty, but is usually described as “beckoning.” Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen.) The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth.

This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind’s eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though in some it is more effective than others.

Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication. That was why after my visit to her apartment in 2007 I sent out feelers to several folklore and urban legend oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about his experiences. For a time nothing happened and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008.

To: jml@****.com From: marye@****.net Subj: Last summer’s interview

Dear Mr. L., I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realize that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that make them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It beckons to me. It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I will do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is “spread the word.” That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.

And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3½ inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it. I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?

So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden among my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.

I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate. Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog’s orders.

Stop while you are still whole.

Sincerely, Mary E.

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she’d left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife’s advice. He’d found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers’ obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeed dead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.

But the world has odd ways of testing us. Almost a full year since I returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

To: jml@****.com From: elzahir82@****.com Subj: smile

Hello

I found your email address thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.

The final line chilled me to the bone.

According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time. It was most likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it wasn’t I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg’s peculiar powers. Mary E.’s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one’s mind with only the power of the eye?

And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all? If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?

If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?

Could I spread the word?

Yes, yes I could.

#creepypasta #creepy pasta #spookypasta #creepy picture

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closetofanxiety · 8 years ago

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Show Review: Beyond Wrestling, “Looking California”

This was Beyond’s debut in the great state of Connecticut, with a stacked card, in a doubleheader with Blitzkrieg Pro Wrestling. Let’s take a look at how it went.

Where: Old Country Banquet Hall, the top floor of a giant brick building built in 1923 by Polish immigrants, in Enfield, Conn. Specifically, the Thompsonville section of town, where the carpet mills used to be. When I worked in Enfield years ago, there was one block in Thompsonville that was responsible for like 20 percent of all 911 calls in town. This is not really near that block, and there’s a Polish bakery on the ground floor. It’s a nice building, with the ring set up in a giant room in front of a stage with a bar at the back. Although they weren’t serving alcohol; you pay a $10 “corking fee” and can drink as much beer or wine as you want. This doesn’t seem like a good idea for a wrestling crowd, but it was early in the day.

When: Saturday, April 29, at 2 p.m.

Who: I went with my friends Mark and Mike. There were maybe 200 other people present.

“Bonus” Match: Brandon Watts def. Rex Lawless via pinfall

I don’t know what “bonus” means in this context. It’s like the WWE doing “preshow” matches for big pay-per-views. I mean, I’m watching it, isn’t it the show? Isn’t everything the show? Anyway, this was fine: Watts is back from a broken neck so every time he did anything remotely dangerous, the crowd cringed. Rex Lawless played the brutish heel, screaming, “I don’t care about your neck!” A little sloppy, but basically decent. Rating: Two and a half Polish Bakeries.

David Starr def. Jay Freddie via submission

I believe this is my first time seeing Jay Freddie. I guess he’s been around for a while and spends a lot of time in Japan. He’s pretty good! He reminds me of Jimmy Preston, but without all the stuff that makes Jimmy Preston insufferable. An alternate universe Jimmy Preston. A Jimmy Preston who doesn’t make AIDS jokes and is a good wrestler. This was a fine, energetic contest, pitting Freddie’s Japan-honed strong style against Starr’s flashy grappling. It was over fairly quickly, too, which I appreciate. We can be impressed by guys in 10 minutes. Rating: Three Polish Bakeries.

Jordynne Grace def. Deonna Purrazzo via submission

Before the match, fans welcomed Grace by chanting “Ass meat! Ass meat!” Sometimes I’m glad my friends and coworkers don’t know what I do on the weekends. Grace, by the way, has the best Twitter account of any wrestler. You simply have to check it out. Anyway, this was a good match, with Grace using her superior size and strength and Purrazzo having to be crafty and cunning. Grace wins with a bear hug, and I’m on the border between hating that, as I generally hate the bear hug as a submission move, and being OK with it because she makes it look genuinely impressive. In summation, Jordynne Grace’s submission finisher is a land of contrasts. Rating: Three Polish Bakeries.

Jonathan Gresham def. Michael Elgin via pinfall

This was a surprise ending, coming via a sneaky roll-up, and both guys played it very well: Elgin staring in disbelief, and Gresham so shocked and thrilled he jumped into the arms of the ref. Gresham is one of the best technical wizards out there, but he’s so small, and Big Mike is so big, that the match really had a great David and Goliath feel to it. On paper, this match is not exciting to me, because I anticipated a slow, grinding standoff, but they worked a really fast, hard-hitting style playing into the obvious size differential. Good stuff. Rating: Four Polish Bakeries.

Supercop Dick Justice def. Jarek 1:20 via pinfall

If you’re not a big fan of comedy wrestling, this is not going to be your jam. Mike and Mark are not big fans of comedy wrestling, and were appalled by this. Personally, I enjoyed it. Jarek 1:20 is working a stage magician gimmick, and in the beginning he came out to select a volunteer from the crowd for a card trick. “Are there any single women here today?” he asked. “You know you’re at a wrestling show, right?” someone yelled back. Eventually, he found an unattached young lady and, once the card trick was done, Dick Justice sold it by reacting as if he’d just witnessed someone walk on water, running around the ring and screaming “Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m freaking out!” The crowd then immediately began chanting, “Burn the witch! Burn the witch!,” which is maybe the best public chant I’ve ever been part of (when ring announcer Rich Palladino clarified that Jarek is an “illusionist,” the crowd responded by chanting “Still a witch! Still a witch!”). Anyway, this was a comedy match with Dick Justice and a guy who does card tricks. There were multiple spots involving Dunkin Donuts Munchkins. I enjoyed it as a nice palate cleanser after three hot and heavy matches, but if this is not your thing, this will not be your thing. Rating: Three Polish Bakeries.

Team Pazuzu (Chris Dickinson, Jaka, Mike Draztik, and Angel Ortiz) def. Team JML (Dave Crist, Jake Crist, Zachary Wentz, and Dezmond Xavier) via pinfall

I have no idea how this will come across on video, but it was insanely fun in person. Even though it was billed as an eight-man tag team match, there was no tagging or really any rules: it was eight dudes doing crazy spot after crazy spot, including one segment where - perhaps reflecting recent chatter in wrestling circles about the overuse of this maneuver - there were five straight Canadian destroyers. The equivalent of a dessert buffet, it started at 60 miles an hour and just kept getting faster. No one sold anything, there was no psychology, Jim Cornette and Vince Russo would join hands and weep in agony if they had to watch this, but I loved it. Truly a spectacle. Rating: You don’t rate the force of nature.

LuFisto def. Penelope Ford via pinfall

A tough spot to be in, following the untrammeled mayhem of the eight-man tag, this was still a good match. Penelope Ford does not get nearly enough attention, but she is really coming along as a fantastic wrestler, holding her own against the larger and vastly more experienced LuFisto. Penelope Ford is one to watch, that’s this week’s Closet of Anxiety Hot Tip. After the match, Anthony Greene and Brick Mastone charged the ring and beat up LuFisto, who was saved by Jordynne Grace, her tag team partner, setting up a future encounter between Team PAWG and the guys from ASS (Alpha Sigma Sigma). Again, it’s a relief my supervisor has no idea this is what I do with my life. Rating: Three Polish Bakeries.

Tracy Williams def. Ace Romero via submission

Will this be the Tracy Williams match that doesn’t bore me? His opponent was originally scheduled to be Davey Richards, but Davey had a family emergency, and so in his place we get Ace Romero, up-and-coming Brian Fury who is both hugely fat and hugely athletic. I like Ace Romero a lot: he’s basically incapable of being boring (HE WILL NEVER BE IN CATCH POINT), so I had hopes for this match, and it was indeed quite good. Williams had no chance of muscling Romero around, so he had to rely on his technical grapplefuckian mastery, while Acey Baby just chopped the shit out of Williams. This was really good and it got MEAN almost immediately, which always improves a match for me. My only complaint is it went a bit too long, but that’s the indies for you. Even then, it’s impressive a dude as big as Romero has the stamina for a long match. Rating: Three and a half Polish Bakeries.

John Silver def. Kyle O’Reilly via pinfall

There was no intermission for this show, and the crowd was a bit burned out for this, the supposedly final appearance in Beyond of Rilo Kiley before he heads off to Evolve and then, presumably, NXT. This was what you’d expect: two MMA-inspired dudes trading stiff as hell kicks and palm strikes and occasionally taking it to the mat for some old fashioned grappling. If this had been earlier on the card, my opinion would likely be higher, and I’ll have to watch it back on video to form a fuller opinion. As it was, it felt a little long, although there were some high points. Rating: Three Polish Bakeries.

Joey Janela w/Penelope Ford def. Donovan Dijak via submission

This match just bolted out of the gate, with Dijak not waiting for the ring introductions to toss Janela out of the ring and then hit Ford with the Feast Your Eyes, to remove her as a factor from the match. From there, it was a sprint through a series of spots basically designed to see whether or not Dijak would genuinely, in real life, kill Joey Janela. There was a choke slam from inside to the ring to the apron that was legitimately one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen in wrestling: there’s a slow-motion clip of it on the Beyond Facebook page, which shows in detail that Janela was basically a couple of inches from breaking his neck. Completely insane, and then Penelope recovered sufficiently to distract Dijak, giving Janela the opening to win. The crowd was chanting “Spring break!,” maybe the only time a wrestler has gotten a chant for being a booker. After the match, Dijak said that he fears he’ll never be able to defeat Matt Riddle, but he now knows Joey Janela is crazy enough to be the man to do it. Janela took the microphone and STRAIGHT SHOT ON THE ECWA SUPER 8 TOURNAMENT, which I guess he pulled out of recently, and then vowed to destroy Matt Riddle at Americanrana in July. This is basically my dream booking, and if Rat Middle wins, I’m going to throw a brick through a car windshield. Rating: Four Polish Bakeries.

Final Verdict: Great show from start to finish, not really a bad match in the bunch. Buy it on DVD or streaming video or however you people pay for wrestling!

#Beyond Wrestling #show reviews #indie wrestling

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batjmlworld · 5 years ago

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Buckeye Cowboy blues prayer

here I am Lord

stuck at the house for three weeks

at the suggestion of my employer

I’m in my mid 60s and cannot afford to go anywhere

on account of that suckass satanic coronavirus blues

my wife and I are both at a high risk to get covid-19.

the last day of april

hoping for hope in may

when governor DeWine reopens the buckeye state

where the unemployment fund has been maxed out

to those who need it most.

the wife is in dire pain..she needs a knee replacement

and has an arthritic arm on top of it

it shows in her negative disposiiton

and her unending knitpicking and henpecking towards me

over every little single minute intregal diddly-darn thing i do or don’t do

making me wish i was better-off dead

want to drive back up to Carey

to get away from the drama

and have some serenity.

the Basilica is open 24/7

but no Mass is being offered there yet

until the last day in may

but that’s okay with me

I just need the Lady of Consolation (Jesus’s mom)

to unconditionally love and reassure me

...and just take me home.

there have been days

that I wish i was driving on township road 95 outside of Carey

where that young state trooper was killed back in 2010

wishing that the Lord and His Mother Mary would call me home.

been married since 1982

yet there have been times I wish that I would die there too

i have made so many stupid repetitive mistakes out of my forgetfulness

it angers my wife

please dear Lord don’t spew me from your mouth

save me from the fires of hell

i would rather be dead than divoriced

and be in Heaven with my sins forgiven

Jesus and Mary please take me home

Jesus and Mary please take me HOME!

...and my wife and children too!

jml 4/30/20

http://www.olcshrine.com

Touching 1968 song by David Ackles..for those who are “locked away” in their own house due to COVID-19. (see video below)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-zDI5GD7co

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Walking inside St. John’s (inspired by a 1977 dream)

Walking inside of St. John’s Church

After leaving the ever-peaceful Shrine of the Holy Relics

In the heart of God’s country in Maria Stein

Friday morning Mass is over

Yet feelin’ God’s peace moreover

It’s a beautiful and peaceful mornin’

That reminds me of a twenty-something memory

When I was a young and single twenty-something

In the middle of nowhere of Indiana when I was lonely and not feelin’ fine.

It was 1977

Listnin’ late at night to the Hossman on WLAC

After a stressful night at work.

Tossin’ and turnin’ and carryin’ on

Wishin’ a pretty sweet Catholic girl would meet up with me

To console and comfort me with her shoulder and silky feminine softness

And make soft and silky love to me

And marry-up with me

But somehow I managed to fall asleep

And a strange dream commenced upon me.

I was laying in state in my casket at the funeral home

People viewing my now deceased body one last time

Freinds, neighbors and relatives conversing with each other

Agknowledging that I was a good man..who took an awful lot of crap.

They closed the lid to my casket en route to my funeral

...and from that point a strange vision commenced.

Somebody shoutin’ “HEZZABELLA...JEZZABELLA!”

Like some graveyard shift holy-roly hilljack preacher late at night on WCKY.

From that point forward things worsened all around me to apocalyptic proportions.

I was kicked out of the courthouse for some reason or rather

(For what...I don’t know)

I rolled down the courthouse steps

I witnessed a group of hateful souls surrounding me like wolves awaiting their kill.

Falsely accused of doin’ this, that and/or the other

In vicious rhetorical slander.

They brutally beat me unconcious

And bullied me

Forced to wear a piece of women’s lingerie

Accusing me of being the pervert (that I’m not).

As they lead me to a dark side of town

And I was thrown on top of a pile of rotting bodies

I then realized that I was living through the prophecized apocalypse

Mentioned in Revelation.

As the mob slowly left I get up quietly and struggled to walk away

And find some decent clothes to wear and warn my loved ones

I ended up south of SIdney-town in the nearby community of Piqua

Where the downtown streets were waxed and shiny awaiting their new national leader to speak.

He promised his followers that he’d “make America great again”

But I didn’t hang around to listen long to his speech

As I hid underneath the bed an Army truck filled with soldiers

Heading north to Ft. Loramie.

Sensing the urgent need to warn my relatives of potential turmoil, terrorism and much worse.

I bungy cord myself to underneath the truck bed and went for the ride.

The truck brieifly stopped outside of Loramie...and quietly jumped off while nobody was looking

And fled on foot to Minster along the old abandoned canal.

I burst into my brother in-law and sister’s house

Urging them to get out before the terrorists attack.

But alas, I arrived too late.

As I feverishly ran across the street

I witnessed the terrorists attaching a huge electrical device to both sides of their house.

With a flick of a switch I heard an ear-shattering loud buzzing hum.

As the house lit up and all my relatives in it screamed bloody murder

And were electrocuted to death.

And within seconds the house was reduced to smoke and smoulder.

I ALSO SCREAMED BLOODY MURDER!

As the Muslim extremist gangstas caught me as they shouted:

“THERE HE IS...KILL THE MOTHERF___ER!!!”

I ran as fast as my feet can carry me west on Minster-Egypt Rd.

I hear shots fired at me

When suddenly I find myself running at light speed along Minster-Ft. Recovery Rd.

I couldn’t believe how and why I was running so fast

As I suddenly headed north on Route 127, then east on 119.

I come to an abrupt stop in front of St. John’s Church in Maria Stein

And finally it dawned on me.

I realized my spirit exited my shot down body

And said:

“Oh my God...I’m dead!!”

Things were suddenly quieter

As I walked inside the church hearing a black gospel choir

Singing Handel’s Hallelujah chorus amist hand clapping and soulful rejoicing.

And as I walked inside

The interior of the church looked much different

Instead I walked into the angelic praise room of Heaven

With a home made banner in the choir loft that read:

“WELCOME HOME JIM!”

As the Hallelujah chorus sounded louder and much more beautiful.

The soul gospel choir was backed up by pipe organ, electric organ, piano, guitar and drums

And even a symphony orchestra!

And there I saw my dear ‘ol dad raising his hands and praising God

Forgiven of his sins of ranting and racism.

Suddenly...

I feel a gentle hand upon my shoulder.

I turn around and see.

It was Jesus!!!

And He was smiling at me...and for me!!!

He slowly led me out of the angelic choir loft

And into a semi-darkened room I was led.

He continued his joyful smile as He quietly left the semi-darkened room.

The door slams

And it is dead-quiet.

I look around and I suddenly see

A pretty young girl singing sweetly for me

In her blue and gold Lehman cheerleader outfit..the way I remembered her

When she helped find a prom date for me many many years ago in 1972.

I then suddenly realized

It was none other then my long missed freind Mary Lee!

I cried and wept happy tears of joy!

We hugged!

We passionately kissed!

I hugged her so tight as if my life depended on it!

By God’s tender loving mercy

I am now in Heaven with my lifelong habitual sins forgiven

With my parents,grandparents, aunts and uncles and family freinds

...and reunited with my sweet kindred spirit freind Mary Lee.

The dream ends

As I wake up back to 1977 in my lonely one room Indiana apartment with the radio on.

As The Hossman signs off his WLAC overnight black gospel music show.

I am reassured

Despite all the bad things that have happened to me

Jesus and His Blessed Mother

Still unconditionally loves me!

JML 9/19/19

VIVA CRISTO REY!!!!

(Long Live Christ The King!)

In loving memory of Mary Lee Koon

Lehman Catholic High School class of 1972

(1953-1972)

Medjugorje message September 25, 2019:

“Dear children!

Today I am calling you to pray for my intentions so that I may help you.

Little children, pray the Rosary because, in your life, you are also passing through joys and sorrows. In this way, you are transforming the mysteries into your life, because life is a mystery until you place it in God’s hands.

In this way, you will have the experience of faith like Peter who met Jesus and the Holy Spirit filled his heart.

Little children, you are also called to witness by living the love with which, day by day, God wraps you with my presence.

Therefore, little children, be open and pray with the heart in faith.

Thank you for having responded to my call.”

BVM 9/25/19

(relayed by JML the bluespoet from http://medjugorje.org)

#poetry

#Minster,Ohio

#Maria Stein, Ohio

#Always A Cavalier

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