This Week In TNA This Week In TNA Special Edition: HardCORE Justice Review
By Mike Johns
Aug 10, 2010 - 5:23 PM
Welcome to This Week in TNA’s Coverage of Hardcore Justice. I’m Mike Johns, and, for the next… however long it takes you to read this… we’re going to recap the ECW Tribute Show that was Hardcore Justice.
The opening video… kinda sucked. You know, TNA used to have really cool PPV opening videos, with clips of the show’s theme inter-spliced with footage of the wrestlers being all kickass and awesome, while some African Dude with the Most Awesome Voice since James Earl Jones narrates the whole thing. Then again, David Sahadi is freaking genius. Nowadays, they’re lame, almost phoned in, clichéd bullsh*t where wrestlers are shown sitting around, overdramatically distressed, walking to the ring, standing in the ring looking up at the camera, half-bored, with clichéd narration which sounds like it was written by a marketing director. No emotion, no connection to the story or the theme of the show, other than whatever cliché you think of when you think of the words Sacrifice or Hard Justice.
This video, though, was just really sad. I’m outside the lines. You’ll never see me in GQ. This is where learned respect and honor and all that bullsh*t. Hell, if you’re going to give me clichés, at least give me a decent visual to work with them. But no. We get still photos from PWI Magazine in the mid-90’s, and clips of Tommy Dreamer and RVD wrestling Abyss (who won’t even be on the show tonight) from the last month or so. Seriously, I make better videos than TNA, and I’m a rank amateur with no experience, and only a limited amount of time and footage to work with. Meanwhile, producing videos like this is someone’s JOB in TNA. They went to COLLEGE for this sh*t. A guy like me, making music videos on Sony Vegas in his spare time should NOT be doing better, on average, than a team who produces television show and PPVs that are broadcast internationally. Seriously. Guys, earn the f*cking paychecks, or offer me a job in production. For Christ’s Sake!
All right, meaningless rant over… Taz’s opening speech was pretty much what you’d expect, going into how fired up everyone is behind the scenes, then telling all the haters who doubts ECW’s place in history to kiss his ass. A few things to note – One, Taz actually stopped a “F*ck the Haters” chant by telling people, “Hey, I’m talking here”, which is a well-known heel tactic to get more heat. Taz, in this instance, was a face, telling people who were supporting him to shut up… Odd choice. Maybe he did it as part of his character. Maybe it was something to get the infamously rowdy Impact Zone fans (who really seem to like chanting curse words at random these days), to shill while he was making his point. Or, he just wasn’t thinking about it when he did it. Either way, I thought it was a bit odd. Second, is it just me, but was there a section of about 3-6 people chanting “XPW” through all the zooming crowd shots, just after Taz was telling the people who wanted to piss on ECW’s legacy to f*ck off? Because it sure did sound like there was. Man, TNA fans are a subversive bunch these days…
The opening match features the FBI – Little Guido, Tony (Mama)Luke, and Tracy Smothers, accompanied by Sal E. Graziano – vs. Simon Diamond, Johnny Swinger, and Kid Kash. Yep. Kid Kash is showing his face on a TNA program. Amazing what five years and Tommy Dreamer can do to get TNA to let this guy in the Impact Zone again…The fans respond in kind with a “Welcome Back” chant directed at Kash. Little Guido, so far, getting the biggest pop of the night, which I find awesome, considering how it’s always seemed as if the wrestling world never knew what to make of Guido. The fans just told you, TNA. Guido’s still young enough to go, too…
The match itself started off, at least, as a solid going, with both Guido and Tony Luke stealing the spotlight, showing off their skills and teamwork. Eventually, Simon Diamond grabs a mic after getting his ass handed to him by Tracy Smothers and challenges the FBI to a dance-off, because it just wouldn’t be an ECW Tribute Show without a dance-off. And, after seeing Simon and Swinger dance, let’s be honest… you probably would have rather watched them wrestle. By the way, the FBI didn’t do much better, but at least they were funny. So, as the crowd gets into the FBI Dance, Simon and Swinger attack them from behind. I guess this means the match is back on? With that, we get Kash with a trademark flip dive onto a sh*t-ton of people, and yep… match is back on. And it’s pretty much what you’ve come to expect – a solid go from everyone who can, and a hell of an effort from Simon and Smothers to keep up with the rest. Kash nails a nasty Money Maker on Tony Luke that looked incredible, but it’s Guido who eventually pulls off the win for the FBI with the Kiss of Death on Simon Diamond.
We then go to Taz and Tenay, who talk up a good five minutes worth about Joey Styles before announcing the change to tonight’s Main Event. Because of a back injury suffered by Jerry Lynn while training, RVD will now be facing Sabu. Good on paper, but anyone who’s actually seen Sabu wrestle as of late will tell you, this may not turn out as well as it once may have.
We then get some words from Tod Gordon, Gary Wolfe, and the Blue Meanie. Gordon thanked the fans from the Office where ECW began. Wolfe, regretted not being there due to prior commitments, and then thanked the fans. Meanie thanked Dixie Carter for allowing this to happen, then gave a shout out to his ECW brethren, and, of course, thanking the fans.
You may want to keep in mind that the Blue Meanie actually appeared on this show, willingly. That fact will come into play later on.
We then get AJ Styles talking about the Singapore Cane Match between Tommy Dreamer and Sandman, followed by Angelina Love, telling us that she didn’t get to see ECW until its final year. Kinda makes you want to give her a hug and break out all your old ECW videos for her, now don’t it?
We then go to Al Snow, telling Head to stop bringing up “those three letters”, or else, they’d get sued. Stevie Richards serves as the voice of reason, just as Hollywood Nova walks in. Al Snow, once again, addresses the elephant in the room, noting the fact that they’re not even allowed to use the BWO letters or T-shirts on this show. Keep that in mind, as well, as this, too, will be important to note later.
So, insider jokes galore, followed by a FAKE Blue Meanie. Yep. They just had the ACTUAL Blue Meanie appear on the show just FIVE MINUTES AGO, and now, we’re getting a fake one, as Al Snow is whining, “we’re not even allowed to use the real guy!”
You remember how one of the coolest things about ECW was their ability to HIDE a show or a particular wrestler’s flaws by focusing on what they did well? Yeah. Seems no one told TNA that before they put THIS on Pay Per View…
So, anyway, the segment ends with some guy I don’t remember dressed as Raven holding a naked blow-up doll as Stevie walks off to prove himself or some bullsh*t like that.
The next match features CW Anderson, coming out to a song that sounds almost exactly like the old ECW theme, against 2 Cold Scorpio. Oh, wait… I’m sorry, “Too” Cold Scorpio. Must be a copyright claim over the number 2…
Gotta say, Scorpio’s moving good for his age, and clearly still in shape. The match starts off slow, but picks up, just in time for the Impact zone to call this “Wrestling”. This, the same crowd who chants Denis Leary songs during Mr. Anderson matches… Scorp spends most of this match on the ground, which you’d have to expect at his age, but he still has the agility you remember, if not the aerial repertoire. Scorp takes to the sky closer to the end of the match, but sees his momentum halted by a nasty spinebuster by Anderson. Scorp kicks out, regains his footing, and gets the win using the Moonsault Legdrop. They shake hands afterwards.
Madison Rayne is 24. She, more than likely, NEVER saw the original ECW. Therefore, it should be no surprise to you that when you see her talking about it here, she more or less give you the Wikipedia summary of ECW, along with the company li(n)e that “TNA = ECW”. Matt Morgan tells us about how ECW would run shows at the bar he used to bounce for during his summer breaks in college, giving us some much-needed reality to counterbalance Maddie’s company li(n)e. Mr. Anderson adds the WWE spin to ECW’s legacy, telling us how ECW was the catalyst of WWE Attitude, more or less.
We then go to RVD and Bill Alfonso in the back, talking about Jerry Lynn getting hurt, then talks about wanting to face Sabu. The sad thing about this segment is that is just comes off like exposition. You almost expect Rick Moranis to run into the shot wearing the Lord Helmet gear and asking us, the audience, “Did you get all of that?”
Our next match features Justin Credible… I mean, “PJ Polaco”… vs. Stevie Richards, followed out by Hollywood Nova and the “Blue Tilly”. And, because I know you don’t care, the “Blue Tilly” is actually Big Till, one of the Main Event Mafia’s Security guys, and one half of the infamous Phi Delta Slam, who populated TNA during Dusty Rhodes’ era as booker. Meanwhile, you remember that part where I told you to keep in mind the fact that TNA couldn’t let Nova wear a BWO shirt? Yeah. Guess what Justin… I mean, “PJ” is wearing? Yep. An ECW-era Justin Credible T-shirt, complete with ECW logo on the back. What’s funny is, it’s not even WWE who owns the Justin Credible trademark right now. It’s some woman named Christine Villani, who actually got the trademark on July 22 of this year, just as this PPV was announced. Coincidence, or payback? So, someone gets word to PJ to lose the shirt, and he does just as the match begins. Seriously… they didn’t think to check any of this BEFORE we went in front of the camera?
The crowd seems to want PJ to get sued, too, as they keep chanting “Justin Credible” as the match moves along. The match itself is all right. Stevie’s always been a good complimentary guy, often making up for other guys’ shortcomings in the ring (most of the reason why WWE used him as a glorified jobber while he was there). Meanwhile, PJ is still is decent enough shape to go. You won’t confuse this for Davey Richards vs. Tyler Black, but a decent, steady-paced match that showed the best of both Stevie and Polaco. Nova distracts Justin after he nails a tombstone piledriver for a 2 count. Stevie then surprises PJ with a superkick for the win. PJ responds by beating Stevie repeatedly with the Singapore cane. Sandman makes his way out and destroys PJ with a White Russian Legsweep, followed by a Singapore cane shot that lays Justin out.
We hear from Francine, who lets us know that she’s now a mother, then thanks the boys and the fans. Taz then takes some time to put Francine over something fierce. Can’t blame the guy. For a girl with no formal training, Francine took a lot of punishment and kept coming back for more. Not only that, but she brought a personality to the table, something a lot of today’s girls can learn from. So, yeah. Glad to see the Head Cheerleader get some props from a national company, even if it is just TNA.
We then get the obligatory “Tribute to Those We Lost” deal we see at all the ECW Tribute Shows. This one was a bit weird, though. It wasn’t an overly sentimental music video, or even a photo montage. It was just this message on a black screen sending condolences to the families of people who died. It even read some something you’d read in a press release concerning a major player’s recent death. I actually thought someone in the production truck screwed up or something, and the video stalled. Nope. This was the tribute. Not to get overly preachy here, but, seriously, if this was all TNA was going to do as a tribute to the memory of former ECW talent that is no longer with us, they’d have been better off not doing it at all.
And now, our obligatory Three-Way Dance, because it just wouldn’t be an ECW Tribute Show without a Three-Way Dance. Brother Runt (Spike Dudley) vs. Al Snow vs. Rhino. TNA even passed out the white mannequin heads to the audience, in order to recreate the rave effect of Al’s entrance. The problem? This is TNA’s production team, so by the time you’d have even noticed people had the heads, they cut the black lights and the entrance was over.
By the way, those heads they gave the audience aren’t cheap…
So, the match was… um… okay, I guess. You have three middle of the road workers working a concept match that requires a certain finesse to make work well, and, while many people will likely bitch at me for calling Al Snow a middle of the road guy, I’d dare any of them to name ONE MATCH of Al’s that’d say otherwise. And, despite the fact that the match is really only ‘okay’, we get a “This is Wrestling” chant from the TNA crowd. Seriously?
They do have a pretty entertaining spot where Runt takes Rhino out with a chair, then tosses it to Al and plays dead as the ref is recovering from a bump. Al gets the brilliant idea of hitting the mat with the chair, then pointing a Runt (playing dead) before playing dead himself. The ref recovers just to see all three men down on the mat, and a chair in the ring, not knowing what the hell happened. From that, Runt eventually eliminated Al from the dance with an Acid Drop, just to get gored by Rhino for his trouble. Your winner: Rhino, both falls occurring in about 5 seconds of one another.
We then go to Mick Foley talking about the Dreamer/Raven feud, and his role tonight as Special Guest Referee for tonight’s Final Showdown between Tommy and Raven.
Brutus Magnus talks about how ECW raised the bar. Never really explains HOW they did that, just that they did. Chris Sabin then comes in with a genuine story of this one time, when he was staying over at a friend’s, and saw Sabu and Terry Funk’s Born to be Wired Main Event, and got hooked on ECW. I do have to like how TNA comes in with someone’s BS company line crap, followed by an actual fan telling a genuine story. Maybe I’d be less cynical about this show if they just had the Matt Morgans and Chris Sabins talk about their ECW experiences, and let AJ and Maddie, who were too young to have even experienced ECW in its prime, have the night off.
Our next match features Axl Rotten (who’s not blonde anymore) and Balls Mahoney… I mean “Kahoneys”… making an open challenge, because it just wouldn’t be an ECW show without an open challenge. Please note how many times I’ve pointed out the clichés of ECW so far, and, keep in mind, we’re not even halfway through the show yet. And, of course, the Impact Zone wants Kahoneys to get sued, too, because they keep chanting “Balls”. Gotta love them Impact Fans, always chanting the Words of Curse…
So, who answers the challenge? Joel Gertner, leading The Dudley Boys… I mean, “Team 3D”… to the ring. Gert, having put back on the weight he had lost since the last time he was doing these ECW reunion shows, is now in the lead for “Biggest Pop of the Night”, having taken over Little Guido without even having stepped in the arena yet. Then again, this is a crowd that likes to chant “ASSHOLE” for no good reason. So, the Gert does his dirty limerick thing, mentioning Lady GaGa’s “Poker Face”, officially making this the ONLY MOMENT ALL NIGHT that even acknowledges what f*cking DECADE this is… but I’m harping on a point that’s not supposed to matter, now aren’t I Brother Ray?
So, twelve years later, Gert finishes introducing Team 3D, while the crowd, clearly wanting 3D to get sued, too, chants “Dudleys”. Then, Brother Ray takes another twelve years giving himself and his peers a metaphorical blow job, before the four proceed to brutalize each other with whatever isn’t nailed down. Because, after all, it wouldn’t be an ECW Show without a sh*t-ton of violence. And light sabers. Yeah. Not kidding there. About half-way through the match, Balls and Ray go at it using f*cking LIGHT SABERS. This would be the perfect time for a face-palming emoticon, wouldn’t you say? Making it worse, Balls “stabs” Ray with his Saber, and Ray f*cking SELLS IT. You remember when you used to play sword-fight as a kid, and you’d “stab” your friend with a sword under his arm, and he’d pretend to die? Yeah. Grown men in their 40’s just did that, for your supposed entertainment, on a f*cking Pay Per View.
So, of course, we get a flaming table, because it just wouldn’t be an ECW show without someone being put through a flaming table. Team 3D powerbombs Kahoneys through the flaming table to end this brawl, and we get a good 7 or 8 replays of it. Ray then grabs a mic and brags, and here comes Mustafa followed by New Jack. Now, because you’re likely sane enough to have a social life, you most likely don’t know that New Jack has (or at least had) some serious heat with 3D concerning them stealing elements of his gimmick, and some other sh*t I’m not even going to get into here about their personal lives. So, of course, Jack stiffs the hell out of 3D, beating them with an array of objects, and the Gangstas take over the ring, and the show. After the severe beatdown, though, everyone hugs, including Jack and Devon, which… wow… from what I understood, Jack wanted to KILL Devon, legit. Funny what a few years (and enough money) can change in the wrestling business…
We then hear from Raven, who tells us about his relationship with Tommy Dreamer. You’ve gotta love a guy who thinks his character and his gimmick out at this depth. Raven tells his side of the story, which you never got in ECW. Maybe the one real positive to tonight’s insanity may just be some true closure to one of the greatest feuds in wrestling history, as we finally get Raven’s side of things, if only briefly.
“Hi, I’m Jesse Neal, and I don’t know sh*t about ECW. But I was trained by the Dudley Boys. Does that mean I get to talk on the ECW PPV show?” Yes, Jesse, apparently, it does. Actually, I’m being a bit mean here. Jesse actually does say he saw an ECW show in Florida with some friends and did eventually get into it, but let’s be fair. To call Jesse an ECW fan would be like calling me a fan of Hip Hop. I’m aware of it. I have some tracks from Dre and 50 Cent on my MP3 player, but I couldn’t tell you sh*t about it. Kazarian then talks up his time training a bit with Lance Storm six months into his career, then puts over RVD and Jerry Lynn as pioneers of the X-Division Style.
And now, we get yet another 5 or 6 minutes dedicated to Joey Styles, who works for WWE, and more or less runs WWE.com. All the ECW guys miss Joey. Awww…
Next match is the Final Showdown between Raven and Tommy Dreamer, with Mick Foley as Guest Referee. Before I actually get to the match, I just have to say, as someone who actually followed ECW since 1997 in some form, this match is a VERY BIG DEAL to me, if only emotionally. From a business standpoint, it makes little sense now in 2010, but emotionally, I get something from this. At the same time, things like this shouldn’t be in a wrestling ring in 2010. Guys like me should be writing glorified fan fiction about it on wrestling websites. But, since it actually IS happening, we might as well go with it.
Meanwhile, Teresa (BEULAH McGUILLICUTTY, i.e. the ENTIRE REASON THIS FEUD IS WHAT IT IS) and the girls are sitting at ringside. Why? To remind us of what this is all about. We’re not allowed to call her Beulah, though. Well, you know what? I’M calling her Beulah. Screw it!
As Mick gives Tommy and Raven the instructions, we get an “Uncle Scotty” chant from the Impact Fans, and a lowblow on Tommy by Raven. The bell rings, and outside we go, as Raven dominates the early going. Tommy goes to the fans for some Mountain Dew, spitting it in Raven’s face as he takes over the match. Raven regains the advantage as Raven drop toe holds Tommy into a pair of chairs set up in the ring.
And seriously, who in the f*cking hell thought it was a good idea to let Tommy’s girls sit at ringside during this match? Raven goes for a bit of psych warfare on Tommy by looking at the Dreamers as they sit watching the violence, and someone FINALLY thinks to move the girls to the back. Tommy takes back over with a sign a fan brought that said “Tommy, Use My Sign”. Yeah. PLANT. Not the first time they’ve done this, either. Tommy then brings a ladder into play as the Zone chants “This is Hardcore”. Who knew the folks in the Impact Zone were Pulp fans? (if anyone outside of Aaron Wood actually catches the reference, let me know, please.) The ladder eventually gets used in a top rope spot where Tommy gets crotched on the ladder, and Raven drives Tommy to the mat with a knee. Tommy comes back, hits a Death Valley Driver, then punishes Raven in the Tree of Woe. The Crowd now, playing the role of Joey Styles, chanting “Oh My God” as Dreamer goes for some barbed wire under the ring. Dreamer then puts Raven in a Barbed Wire Crossface, and Nova makes the save, attacking the ref as Blue Tilly frees Raven from the Crossface. Nova hits the Novocain on Dreamer, then helps Till to the top, who misses a splash intended for Tommy. Dreamer takes out the BWO, and Raven evenflows Dreamer for a 2 count. Raven and Mick get into it, and Mick gives Raven a piece of Mr. Socko. Then Raven’s other lackey, the blow-up doll boy, who turns out to be a guy apparently named Lupus (who Taz says looks different then he did back in the day… back in WHAT DAY?! Seriously, I’ve been following this since 97, and I’ve never heard of the f*ck), hits Dreamer with a top rope legdrop before becoming a victim of a Barbed Wire Socko from Foley. Foley and Lupus walk off as Raven cuffs an unconscious Dreamer. Because it just wouldn’t be an ECW show without Dreamer being handcuffed. Foley comes back into the fray and tries to tell Raven to lose the chair. Beulah runs in to try and stop the mayhem, hugging Raven. Then Raven nails Dreamer anyway. Raven lowblows Foley, then beats him with a chair, and Beulah lowblows Raven leading to Dreamer DDTing Raven (while handcuffed) for a 2 count. Unfortunately, Tommy’s heart doesn’t match up, as Raven evenflows Dreamer onto a chair for the win.
Raven wins. The Final Showdown, and Raven wins. Seriously. Raven wins.
Moving on…
JB and So Cal Val pimps TNAwrestling.com, then the Gangstas come into the shot. New Jack hits on Val, then passes her off on Mustafa as Jack declares JB his bitch. You did notice the name of this show was Hardcore Justice, right? Yeah… this could get really uncomfortable.
We now get a few minutes of TNA kissing Paul Heyman’s ass. You expect anything different?
Main Event Time – RVD vs. Sabu, non-title (obviously). RVD getting next to NO response compared to, say, Joel Gertner or Little Guido, which… wow… seriously? Little Guido gets a bigger pop than RVD? Amazing. Meanwhile, you got Fonzie playing sidekick to both RVD and Sabu, which is at least more than WWE did with Fonzie at their ECW Tribute Shows.
Oh, and Sabu is bald now. Just in case you see this and wonder who the bald guy in Sabu’s pants is. And, of course, our friendly Orlando crowd, chanting the Words of Curse again. Fortunately, for TNA, “Whole F*cking Show” isn’t owned by anyone (that we know of). They follow this up with a “This is Classic” chant, before either man even touches the other. So, we have RVD play to the crowd, delaying and delaying, and delaying, much the way he did with AJ in their match at Sacrifice (that I HATED). Fortunately, we get to the wrestling sooner than later. Sabu’s looking better than I figured he would based on what I have been hearing about his condition going into this match. Fonzie slides a chair into the ring, and both men go for it. Sabu gets possession and the advantage, and the Sabu we’re used to seeing comes into play. Sabu follows up with his first dive into the crowd for the evening, because you can’t have an ECW show without Sabu diving into the crowd. Back in the ring, Sabu locks RVD in a Camel Clutch, wearing him down.
As the match goes on, and you see it, Sabu really is only about half the guy he used to be, and the moment you notice is the moment this match will die for you. Sabu, if he weren’t Sabu, would likely be given a better evaluation for this performance, but, because its Sabu, and you expect Sabu to do certain things, the very fact that he’s no longer able to do them all is not only noticeable, but takes away from the match. But, for where Sabu is, this match is about as good as you can expect. If you can accept Sabu as is, the match is actually decent. If you expected the Sabu you saw just as little as five years ago, you’re screwed. He’ll still take a lot of the bumps and the weapon shots, but he won’t take to the air nearly as much as you’re used to.
RVD, though, makes up for it by taking most of the aerial punishment, and spotting it up more so than he has been in recent months. It seems for most of his TNA run, RVD’s been taking it easy in his matches, almost riding on his reputation rather than stealing the show. Here, though, he’s definitely trying to steal the show. Now, if only he’d have brought THIS to his match with AJ at Sacrifice…
Stranger still is how Fonzie is helping BOTH MEN here, throwing in chairs, holding them up for certain moves. Obviously, they were planning on Fonzie working second for both RVD and Sabu in different matches, and had no intention on making Fonzie pick a side when this became the new Main Event.
The match ends after Sabu tries to leg drop RVD with a chair through a table, and misses. RVD hops to the top, nails the 5 Star, and gets the win.
The ECW alum then all come down to the ring with beers and celebrate as the fans chant “Thank You” and “F*ck You Vince”. Tommy Dreamer then takes a mic, and then thanks the cast, crew, Dixie, and the fans. Ray carries Dixie into the ring as our show comes to a close.
Overall… The show wasn’t bad, but it may make you leave feeling worse about the current state of pro wrestling than you did going in. So far, this year, the best all-around show TNA has produced has been an ECW Tribute Show featuring only about half a roster’s worth of guys who can physically go at the level expected to compete in the national wrestling market today. The show was nostalgic, sure enough, and, in many places, actually fun. But, overall, the entire experience really felt more like some kind of weird insider joke.
Imagine if, for instance, KISS were to reunite and tour with all the original members. But, for an untold amount of reasons, KISS would not be allowed to wear the same makeup or costumes, forced to change the words of Detroit Rock City to Youngstown Polka Urban Development Area, weren’t allowed to play Shout It Out Loud or Rock ‘n’ Roll All Night at all, couldn’t use the pyro, weren’t allowed to call each other Gene, Paul, Ace, or Stanley, not allowed to let Gene spit blood or breathe fire… oh, and they aren’t allowed to use the name KISS, either. They have to use something stupid like Oral Affection 2.0 or something.
All right - now imagine that, somehow, if KISS still managed to tour, falling in line with all of these regulations. Imagine them bringing up the stuff they aren’t allowed to mention every five seconds. Making jokes about the new lyrics of Youngstown Polka Urban Development Area. Teasing them with the hope of hearing Shout it Out Loud, just to play Lick It Up (which is now called Use Your Tongue to Please Me, Young Lady, and has a different riff). Not Gene accidentally calling Not Paul "Paul". Bringing in a Fake Not Ace, even though the real Not Ace is on the show anyway. Not Stanley wearing a KISS T-Shirt. Signs that pop up during songs that say “This is where there’d be an explosion if we were allowed to use them.” And so forth.
THAT, my friends, was Hardcore Justice. I’m Mike Johns, and I hope you found this all helpful.
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