Danny devito should stick to one side of the camera, and probably one side of the room if he ever comes across the "big Ron" .
Ken, finally your psychological fraility is shining through, of course i indulge you in pub conversation and in general chit-chat, but Asami versus ling in a spooky old castle with lots of medieval shit? You've got to be kidding!
Blatantly Asami would win. She's a cold blooded killing machine, used to rendering her victims helpless and sawing off their fucking legs, sticking pins in areas they were never menat to go and keeping people in bags alive on a diet of vomit and fingers.
Ling woo looks good in a power suit and has a killer stare. In a toe to toe, she could probably just about make it, but insanity would give asmai the edge. This would probably leave the Ling "locked in the dungeon" and therefore available to spar with Pearl from Payback.
Yeah when i was doing all my moshing it was ten years ago. I still have a crystal clear image of you walking into Ians front room...but your legs staying put and not moving so yourm entire body seemed to slump with sudden and all consuming coma.
The barmy christian army harassing me outside the ground , the human pyramid constructed whilst waiting for corrosion of conformity to come on stage (their first UK gig!) and the shiteness that was warrior soul...doubtless now working the griddles at burger king in spandex pants.....the annoying bach of skid row was infintely forgettable, although the thumping bass of White Zombie, Seana Yseult prancing around the stage and the hairy rob...the pseudo incredible raw aggression of the 'head....175,000 people shouting "fuck you!!!" and "let freedom ring with a shotgun bla-AAAAASSSST" oh my gosh..reminds me of a poem of the era in the original experience (originally a text-based virus known as Ryhm-D) youngy came in and didn't knock, moshing to davidian, old and block!
it was a random poem about lots of shit going down in youngys room, i think, which would have probably caused the most deadly of vengances had it ever occurred, along with the famous line:
"the tongan national rugby team, the cast of call my bluff...all were sat in youngys room...along with other stuff..."
Ian the Lion moshing so fast that his neck got a crick in it, and you and youngy wandering off for curry and getting lost. Didn't Ian's Bro Kif pull some metal chick and escape the angry boyfriend by crowd surfing his escape....a thought I can easily recall in simpsons-style vision.....
so where were we?