The Official ROH Abused Society/Project 161 Thread

[mysterydriver]

johnnysb said:

mysterydriver said:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Younkers

There is the wiki on Younkers. There is a store in Illinois, but not in Chicago. The store is located in Moline.

Anybody familiar with the Chicago area? Is Moline a suburb of Chicago?

From Wikipedia:

The City of Moline is located in the heart of the Midwest, nestled between the banks of the Mississippi and Rock River in Rock Island County, Illinois. Moline is located approximately 165 miles west of Chicago, approximately 164 miles north-west of Springfield, IL, approximately 61 miles east of Iowa City, Iowa, and midway between Minneapolis to the north and St. Louis to the South. 37.4 million people reside within a 300-mile radius of Moline, which comprises almost 13% of the nation’s population. Moline and its neighbors help form the largest urban concentration between St. Louis and Minneapolis along the Mississippi River.

[Johnny]

Lets just take that as a no I guess. Thanks MD!

[Chuckie Finster]

thebluedevil said:

yeah, but last I heard, thanks to WWE, he no longer can use the "King of Oldschool" character in the US

He used it two hours ago at the UWF show I was at. Ring robe, intro, poster, everything.

Plus Corino is retiring at the end of the year. No joke, he's been planning on it for a while and wants to spend time with his son and be healthy enough to play with him and stuff.

Of course I expect him to come back every now and then, but still.

[mysterydriver]

tdog231 said:

thebluedevil said:

yeah, but last I heard, thanks to WWE, he no longer can use the "King of Oldschool" character in the US

He used it two hours ago at the UWF show I was at. Ring robe, intro, poster, everything.

Plus Corino is retiring at the end of the year. No joke, he's been planning on it for a while and wants to spend time with his son and be healthy enough to play with him and stuff.

Of course I expect him to come back every now and then, but still.

Maybe he wants to go out with a bang?

...

I don't know, this whole thing is very confusing...which I guess IS the point...

Sigh.

[Chainsaw]

thebluedevil said:

mysterydriver said:

I think the Younkers thing is actually spelled correctly...

Younkers is an department store chain in the Midwestern United States. The chain concentrates on the middle and upper-class segments of the market.

That seems to fit with the point they're making.

Seems weird to mention the store though.

well, with all the mentions of "The Second City" and what not and 161 being in Chicago, it makes sense

Yeah, I thought they were talking about Yonkers. Didn't realize there was a store chain. So it vibes with show 161.

And I'm going to throw the craziest theory out there right now.

Y'know who the leader of Abused Society is going to be?




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Swerve of the millenium.

[Spankymac is sick of the swiss]

chainsawiscaw said:

thebluedevil said:

well, with all the mentions of "The Second City" and what not and 161 being in Chicago, it makes sense

Yeah, I thought they were talking about Yonkers. Didn't realize there was a store chain. So it vibes with show 161.

And I'm going to throw the craziest theory out there right now.

Y'know who the leader of Abused Society is going to be?




...





...





...










Swerve of the millenium.

As much as the Delirious fan inside me would weep, I'd mark like a little girl if he came out, ripped the mask off, and cut a promo on anyone and everyone in a perfectly rational voice.

[The Line]

only if he has a deep Barry White voice

[Big DSR Energy]

You guys know about Blog entry #2, right? Or, am I the first person to mention it?

20 years old, two boys deep, and she’s just married. Late night shifts at the diner pay for her bad habits, and his.

Home is a trailer on the South side of town. There he sits on his Keystone throne, too lazy to give a f*** about giving a f***.

It’s 2 a.m., and as the little ones have finally fallen asleep on the hardwood floor, he puts his game on pause and he rolls his first joint since dinner. Taking a puff, he sets it down to burn another hole in the recliner, and another hour from the night.

It’s 2:15 now, and she forgot some kid’s bacon. He gave her a hard time. She’s in the cooler now wondering if her sons got snacks before bed. She tries hard to remember the last time she was home to tuck them in. Before she can cry, the microwave goes off—bacon is done.

It’s 3 a.m. His snoring startles him and wakes him up. The boys are resting soundly and he figures he should find some food. The refrigerator is barren, and the cupboards empty. He grabs his keys off the counter and a beer from the pack. He pushes open the screen door and gets on his bike. He starts it up, revs it up, and heads to Wal-Mart for a bag of chips and a candy bar.

It’s 3:02 and she gets shorted for the third time in a week. She looks in her apron—into her tips—to pay for the remainder of the shorted bill. She realizes she doesn’t have the cash for this, and tells her shift manager so. They bicker, he accuses, and she denies. The line is drawn, but she won’t budge. Predictably, she retreats; she hands in her nametag and walks out the front door. She starts her car and heads home to be with her little sleeping angels. Tears flowing now, like blood from bullet holes, she turns onto Highway 915 and speeds off.

It’s 3:10 and the city lights in the distance are getting blurry. He snaps his head for clarity, but his attempts are futile. Sooner, the darkness will envelope his body and his mind once more.

It’s 3:11 and lighting a cigarette has never been so difficult. Her hands and lips trembling, the cigarette falls to the floor. Shit. And she quickly reaches down to pick it up.
His front tire crosses the center line.
Before she lights, she wipes the tears from her eyes.
Before he can shake his head again…
Before she has a second to notice…


The heartbreaking thing, however, is not how people die, but rather, how they live. Middle class America needs a wake up call. And frighteningly enough, tragedies like this occur ever single day. Though notice is quickly taken, it is dismissed even more so. No one feels a thing until they are meant to. No one makes a change until they are taught how. No one knows the truth until they are shown the way.

Also, if you click on "Comments" under blog #1, the comments are sorta confusing.

[Spankymac is sick of the swiss]

....Damn. That's... amazing writing. I'm dead serious, whoever's writing these blog entries is a frickin' mastermind. This stuff is genius, wrestling related or not.

[Big DSR Energy]

I should note that, in the blog, the bottom paragraph is bolded, making it stand out more than the rest of the text.

[MGH]

Oh wow, that blog...

Someone mentioned it, either on here or the ROH boards, but I've read both of these and heard them in Adam Pearce's promo voice. This stuff is great.

[The Scuba Guy]

mygreatesthour said:

Oh wow, that blog...

Someone mentioned it, either on here or the ROH boards, but I've read both of these and heard them in Adam Pearce's promo voice. Still stuff is great.

It's getting so good that it's scary!

[honsou]

Hmm the second blog really raises more questions then answers, was this something that happened in the childhood of the leader? Or was this simply a story cooked up by him? One thing i gotta say are now that i look at both of them, both sound like a raven promo

[The Line]

that was great

[Chuckie Finster]

I gotta say as someone halway to a journalism degree, that's some great writing.

[Chainsaw]

dsr said:

You guys know about Blog entry #2, right? Or, am I the first person to mention it?

20 years old, two boys deep, and she’s just married. Late night shifts at the diner pay for her bad habits, and his.

Home is a trailer on the South side of town. There he sits on his Keystone throne, too lazy to give a smurf about giving a smurf.

It’s 2 a.m., and as the little ones have finally fallen asleep on the hardwood floor, he puts his game on pause and he rolls his first joint since dinner. Taking a puff, he sets it down to burn another hole in the recliner, and another hour from the night.

It’s 2:15 now, and she forgot some kid’s bacon. He gave her a hard time. She’s in the cooler now wondering if her sons got snacks before bed. She tries hard to remember the last time she was home to tuck them in. Before she can cry, the microwave goes off—bacon is done.

It’s 3 a.m. His snoring startles him and wakes him up. The boys are resting soundly and he figures he should find some food. The refrigerator is barren, and the cupboards empty. He grabs his keys off the counter and a beer from the pack. He pushes open the screen door and gets on his bike. He starts it up, revs it up, and heads to Wal-Mart for a bag of chips and a candy bar.

It’s 3:02 and she gets shorted for the third time in a week. She looks in her apron—into her tips—to pay for the remainder of the shorted bill. She realizes she doesn’t have the cash for this, and tells her shift manager so. They bicker, he accuses, and she denies. The line is drawn, but she won’t budge. Predictably, she retreats; she hands in her nametag and walks out the front door. She starts her car and heads home to be with her little sleeping angels. Tears flowing now, like blood from bullet holes, she turns onto Highway 915 and speeds off.

It’s 3:10 and the city lights in the distance are getting blurry. He snaps his head for clarity, but his attempts are futile. Sooner, the darkness will envelope his body and his mind once more.

It’s 3:11 and lighting a cigarette has never been so difficult. Her hands and lips trembling, the cigarette falls to the floor. crap. And she quickly reaches down to pick it up.
His front tire crosses the center line.
Before she lights, she wipes the tears from her eyes.
Before he can shake his head again…
Before she has a second to notice…


The heartbreaking thing, however, is not how people die, but rather, how they live. Middle class America needs a wake up call. And frighteningly enough, tragedies like this occur ever single day. Though notice is quickly taken, it is dismissed even more so. No one feels a thing until they are meant to. No one makes a change until they are taught how. No one knows the truth until they are shown the way.

Also, if you click on "Comments" under blog #1, the comments are sorta confusing.

Wow.

[MGH]

Mike Johnson at PWI says he has an amusing story on this angle (we at least FINALLY have this confirmed 100% to be an angle, for those still not sure) that he'll talk about in an audio sometime next week.

[honsou]

mygreatesthour said:

Mike Johnson at PWI says he has an amusing story on this angle (we at least FINALLY have this confirmed 100% to be an angle, for those still not sure) that he'll talk about in an audio sometime next week.

Oh thats just a huge tease

[Reverend BTY]

Damn, these blogs freakin RULE.

[mysterydriver]

I'm now officially looking too deep into this thing.

The new blog mentions "Highway 915." 9/15 or September 15th is the date of ROH's 161st show.

Should I be happy that I found that, or should I be concerned that I'm randomly checking words and numbers from a long blog?