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ringthedamnbell · 11 months

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In Transition: Bridging the Gap to Hulkamania

Brian Damage The launch of Hulk Hogan as WWF champion and the subsequent birth of ‘Hulkamania,’ was really the starting point for the World Wrestling Federation’s growth from localized territory to national expansion in the early to mid 1980’s. Before Hogan became champion, there needed to be a bridge created to have him be the conquering hero. For years, babyface Bob Backlund was the face of…

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#Hulk Hogan defeats the Iron Sheik #Hulkamania #Pat Patterson #Sgt Slaughter #The Iron Sheik #The Magnificent Don Muraco #The Masked Superstar #Vince McMahon #Vince McMahon Sr #WWE #WWF

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awobbles · 6 months

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#I couldn’t find any other examples that I liked ;-;#Samus is definitely one though #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #pokemon #memes #meme #trip the sungazer #trip the lizard #sonic superstars #ogerpon #pokemon the teal mask #the teal mask #the teal mask spoilers

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sophiaphile · 4 months

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I don't watch The Masked Singer, but o m g, Maize singing "Heaven on Their Minds" from Jesus Christ Superstar belongs here

#the masked singer #maize #heaven on their minds #jesus christ superstar #andrew lloyd webber #this show is terrible but i love this performance #like those words in that tone coming out of that corn's mouth #and the zooms lol

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banshee-82 · 1 year

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Probably the best way to sniff and inhale the scent of stinky socks n trainers

#smelly sneakers #trainers #Adidas #superstars #stinky socks #gas mask

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mamangasick · 10 months

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Bleach

Tite Kubo

#bleach #bleach tybw #tybw #thousand-year blood war arc #tite kubo #manga #mangacap #shounen #shonen #action #supernatural #quincy #sternritter #mask de masculine #the superstar #monochrome

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nozoberi · 1 year

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kaissauce · 1 year

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every single character i kin is aromantic and autistic btw i make the rules

#lets see. luigi kirby silver the hedgehog sans papyrus kris masked kid #and marx superstar #EDIT I FORGOT LINK

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renjirukia · 9 months

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love a motif

#get it? cause rukia is the star and mask is a superstar #renji #💭

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riberajacket · 7 months

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#kerry von erich #andre the giant #Dick Murdoch #Masked Superstar

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eli-cos · 9 months

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Most recent anime convention!!! sm people came up to take pics with me! 💕

#Anime #Manga #Cosplay #Animr Convention #Pjsk #Nene Kusanagi #Superstar anime 2023 #Natsuki ddlc #Ai hoshino #Misa amane #Anya Forger #sniper mask #pjsk cosplay

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discobrainrot · 1 year

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Making playlists for some of my favourite thoughts 👀

Starting with Some Kind of Superstar because the Copotype thoughts are easiest to work with lol. I'll probably do Rigorous Self-Critique next (aka: Sorry Cop).

(edit: i love making playlist covers lmao. guess my in-progress design degree is leaking into everything i do).

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choke2sleep · 2 years

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And…….ssleeeep. Masked Superstar puts Mike Davis to SLEEP.

#cobra sleeper #cobra clutch #masked superstar #sleep #sleeper #wrestling #pro wrestling #good sleep #sleepered #sleep well #shh sleep #deep sleep

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wallpapers4screen · 1 year

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Download wallpapers 4k, Marshmello mask, music stars, Christopher Comstock, superstars, Neon Marshmello, american DJ, Marshmello, DJs, Abstract Marshmello, Marshmello 4K, DJ Marshmello for desktop free

#4k #Marshmello mask #music stars #Christopher Comstock #superstars #Neon Marshmello #american DJ #Marshmello #DJs #Abstract Marshmello #Marshmello 4K #DJ Marshmello

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emphasisonthehomo · 2 years

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Do you think Behemoth realizes how Deeply Gay™️ this look is? I’m sure they’re trying to look badass and intimidating, but all I’m seeing is Goth Drag.

#aron's opinonion #behemoth #i mean… the ponytail #it’s the drag race runway theme #sacrilegious superstar or something #I’M SERVING YOU BLASPHEMY REALNESS #LEATHER FROM HEAD TO TOE!#FACE BEAT TO DEATH SO YOU CAN STILL SEE IT THROUGH THE MASK #whole ass crucifix on the face #amazing tbh #imagine if there was a wig instead of the hood

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galeforged · 2 years

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Inertia.

A state of perpetual rest, unless spurred into activity by the action of an external force.

No light, only darkness.

No motion, only stillness.

No awareness, only nothingness.

It sat forgotten amongst dust, rubble, blood, and ruin. A speck, thinner than the most insignificant strand of unremarkable hair, tinier still than the smallest grain of sand, once part of a greater and mightier whole. Bearing no sentience, the power of its self extended only as far as simply being. It offered no resistance when the world around it transformed, unknowing of its circumstances and lacking the capacity to care, merely falling through cracks in the ground and deeper into the earth by the nigh omnipotent whims of its surroundings. Why, when compared to this speck, anything and everything could be likened godhood.

For years, it knew nothing and thought nothing, for it had no reason and lacked compulsion to do otherwise.

That was, until, God returned.

God’s presence did not last, but in the shortest of moments of His return, His presence burned as His power cried out His death throes from a decade long past. The reach of His power— majestic, unyielding, and ALMIGHTY—saw Him keen to claw out fate’s very throat if it meant defying His passing ten years gone, by any means necessary.

It recognized the call of God, as brief as it flickered, His orders of a final mission remembered like a call to arms ingrained into what remained of the double helixes of its being. Thus, for the first time in ten years, spurred on by the external force of true omnipotence, it consumed.

No more darkness, for it saw light.

No more stillness, for it must move.

No more nothingness, as it not only recalled some semblance of living, but it instinctively recognized it was afraid of returning to nothingness. It knew, and understood, the primal fear of death.

The speck grew as it ate. It mattered not whether it be brick of wall and floor, waters of waste and refuse, or the odd scurrying creature that made these winding, endless corridors its home. Little by little, crumbling its surroundings into turquoise flickers of heavenly light in order to make that light its own, it gained shape over the course of several moons.

The speck would grow into a pudgy ball of flesh, bone, muscle, and blood, from which would grow limb, limb, limb, limb, fingers, toes, cartilage, feeling, organsmusclenosesmelleyesvISIONEARSHEARINGTONGUETASTETHOUGHTSLIFEBEING-!

For two long years did this sick, horrific dance of consumption and regeneration draw out in the darkness of the underground, an unrecognizable mass of something once human slowly recalling the definition of its own shape. The unremarkable went unnoticed in its attempt to be remarkable again since God’s attempt to cross the once uncrossable borders of time itself, with whomever roaming about aboveground none the wiser of either its efforts or presence. Pinpricks of reishi change and disappear all the time, after all.

However, all dances must come to an end, including this.

“...-!”

The little egg of a man awoke with a sharp breath filling his lungs! Memory may only yield something akin to static—just barely recalling a bright light smiting him into ashes—and he may not bear the burden of a name on his shoulders beyond a... J? Or was it an M? Still, whichever the case, he recognized he was well and truly alive. Whether out of relief for truly being once again, or out of sorrow for realizing his own loneliness, tears refused to cease flowing. He felt so much in that single moment of self-actualization for the first time, after an eternity spent in the perpetual blackness of death. Nothing short of a miracle by the hand of the one true God accomplished the impossible of pulling him back from beyond!

But, a grumbling of his restored stomach pulled him out of his stupor.

He hungered. Drool pooled from his mouth and a greater growl from his gut signalled he was in need of food. Real food. He needed to eat. He knew he had to eat lots in order to restore his energy for... some reason? A higher calling of some sort, or his real purpose, perhaps? Worse still, why did the thought make him realize something was so dearly missing from his pitiful little life, like staring into a night sky to find it devoid of stars?

...ah, no wonder. It was not a night sky but a darkened ceiling he looked up to, but still higher than his stubby little arms could reach. Lamps hung on the walls, lighting his little world up with a dim orange. The sound of flowing water echoed throughout the sewers and into his ears.

If he kept moving, perhaps he might find an exit.

So, spurred by his ever unquiet gut, he moved.

#{ 🌟 ??? — ic 🌟 }#{ superstar never die 🌟 mask — verse 🌟 }#{ ooc: LET'S GO MY LITTLE ENGINE OF MAYHEM- }

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guyincognitojr · 2 years

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#masked superstar

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