From Plan 9 from Outer Space and featuring Duke Moore as Lieutenant Harper:
But one thing’s sure. Inspector Clay is dead, murdered, and somebody’s responsible.
From Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood and featuring Kane Hodder as Jason Voorhees:
From A Nightmare on Elm Street:
One, two, Freddy’s coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again.
I was inspired by my friend Alex Laybourne to write this post. After reading his recent post about the life, and passing, of James Hellwig aka The Ultimate Warrior I noticed that we had a lot in common, and some differences, as far as the sport of professional wrestling is concerned. We can both admit to loving wrestling when we were children. My first show came at 10 years old in 1972 in South Carolina at the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium. The main event was ‘Nature Boy’ Ric Flair and the late Johnny Valentine vs. ‘Number One’ Paul Jones and the ‘Eighth Wonder of the World’ Andre the Giant. I was hooked, mesmerized. Every Saturday afternoon I was tuned in to Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling to see my heroes Wahoo McDaniel, Paul Jones, Rufus R, Jones, Johnny Weaver and others as they did battle against the likes of Blackjack Mulligan (Robert Windham, father of Barry Windham and grandfather of current WWE Superstar Bray Wyatt), Ivan Koloff, and the Anderson Brothers, Ole and Gene. Like Alex, I would go to the shows and I would scream my lungs out until I was certain that I had ruptured my larynx and would never be able to speak clearly again. Little did I know that dreaded day of discovery was lurking like a beast just around the corner? Wrestling is staged? No way. I refused to believe it. Even when I saw the occasional punch that didn’t quite make the mark or that move that looked a bit too assisted. Fake or not I loved pro wrestling then and I’ll be a son of a bitch if I don’t love it over 40 years later. But alas, here is where Alex and I have a difference of view and I would be a hypocrite if I said anything to the contrary: I never liked The Ultimate Warrior.
My dislike for Warrior wasn’t so much for the man himself as it was for the character that he portrayed. See, I always believed that the greatest professional wrestlers were the ones that could make you believe that what they were doing in that ring was 100% real. Ric Flair could do it. So could Ricky Steamboat. Kurt Angle is another one who comes to mind. The Ultimate Warrior-not so much. I always thought that he was wasting valuable energy running to the ring and shaking the ropes like a man possessed of some fiery entity. I never bought into the way he defeated opponents in mere seconds. It just didn’t seem real to me. However, I will admit to loving it whenever Warrior defeated Hulk Hogan at Wrestlemania VI for the WWF Championship. Remember how I said I disliked not the man, James Hellwig, but the character of Ultimate Warrior? My disdain for Hogan runs even deeper; I don’t like the wrestler and I don’t think very highly of the man. But then again that is another story for another day.
Cut to April 7, 2014. Monday Night Raw is on and my wife and I are watching it in our living room. Halfway into the show Ultimate Warrior’s music hits and he comes out to a huge pop from the audience. Mind you, at this point he is only James Hellwig; no face-paint, no tassels, no shaggy mane; just a man in a suit and a tie. But then he steps into the ring and the transformation begins. He puts on a mask identical to the face paint. He wears a long coat with his likeness airbrushed across the back. He begins to speak; it is not Hellwig, but the Ultimate Warrior whose voice we hear. With words that are now eerily prophetic he tells us that one day every man’s heart will beat its final beat and his lungs will draw their final breath. He shakes the ropes, bringing to mind his glory days. This is his way of saying to the generation that watched him in his prime and to the people perhaps seeing him for the first time, “Thank you for loving me, thank you for coming to see me and most of all thank you for remembering me.” As I watched this I could feel my dislike melt away. I realized that the running, the rope-shaking, the fast wins were all a part of a character who was trying to make a name for himself in a business that is widely known for chewing people up and spitting them out. Like Randy Savage, Roddy Piper and others here was a man who just wanted to entertain people and that is exactly what he did and by golly he did it big.
James Hellwig aka Ultimate Warrior passed away on April 8, 2014 at the young age of 54. He was a mere two years older at his time of passing than I am now at the age of 52. I send to his family my sincere condolences. I pray that he is resting peacefully. I’m sorry my initial dislike marred my view of him for so many years. It’s too late to change that. The past is past and there is no future. I can’t even think of any final, profound words to say. Rest in Peace is all that comes to mind.
Look at the photograph of Raquel Welch at the age of 26 in the now iconic outfit that she wore in Hammer Films production of One Million Years B.C.
She’s pretty damn stunning, right?
Now look at the photo below of Raquel Welch in 2013 at the age of 73.
Yep, she’s still stunning.
Sure, you could say that anyone could be stunning with the right diet, personal trainer or plastic surgeon; but you would be wrong and would also run the risk of looking liking a colossal douchebag. Let’s face it; Raquel Welch is stunning, period.
Born Jo Raquel Tejada, Raquel blew into this world on September 5, 1940 in the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois. Her parents were the Bolivian Armando Carlos Tejada Urquizo, an aerospace engineer; and the Irish-American Josephine Sarah Hall, daughter of architect Emery Stanford Hall. The family moved to San Diego, California when Raquel was two years old. As a young woman, she won a number of teen beauty titles including “Miss La Jolla”, “Miss Fairest of the Fair” and “Miss San Diego”. She studied at San Diego State College in 1958 and married her high school sweetheart James Welch the following year.
She first began to make waves on the small screen in minor roles on Bewitched, McHale’s Navy and The Virginian. Her first role in motion pictures was as Call Girl in A House is Not a Home (1964). Other film credits include the Elvis Presley vehicle Roustabout (1964), A Swingin’ Summer (1965), 100 Rifles (1969), Kansas City Bomber (1972) and Mother, Jugs & Speed (1976). Her genre work includes Fantastic Voyage (1966), One Million Years B.C. (1966) and Bedazzled (1967).
As a businesswoman she has succeeded with her own line of wigs and was also chosen in 2007 to be the new face of MAC Cosmetics Beauty Icon Series.
Raquel Welch was beautiful yesterday, she is beautiful today and she continues to be beautiful well into the future. I’ve got a huge crush on her and my wife is well aware of it and quite amused. It is with great pleasure that I present to you the April, 2014 Written in Blood Scream Queen of the Month, Raquel Welch.
LA TRIVIA DE LA BELLA MISS WELCH (THE TRIVIA OF THE BEAUTIFUL MISS WELCH
Mother of Tahnee Welch and Damon Welch.
Chosen by Empire magazine as one of the 100 Sexiest Stars in film history (#18).
Mentioned in the theme song of the 1980s television series The Fall Guy (1981).
Auditioned for the role of Mary Ann Summers in Gilligan’s Island (1964), which went to Dawn Wells.
20th Century Fox wanted her to change her name to Debbie Welch, because they thought Raquel was too difficult to pronounce.
As of 2013, celebrity spokesperson for Foster Grant sunglasses since the 1960s.
CUANDO RAQUEL HABLA (WHEN RAQUEL SPEAKS)
Being a sex symbol was rather like being a convict.
I couldn’t stand that my husband was being unfaithful. I am Raquel Welch – understand? (From 1973)
Americans have always had sex symbols. It’s a time-honored tradition and I’m flattered to have been one. But it’s hard to have a long, fruitful career once you’ve been stereotyped that way. That’s why I’m proud to say I’ve endured.
[20th Century Fox] said it ["Raquel"] was difficult to pronounce, nobody’s going to remember it. And they had a point. In school, nobody could pronounce my name. They just called me Rocky. But school kids are one thing, your career as an adult woman is another. I took it as a challenge. I was like, “Well, let’s see what happens.” You either embrace your identity or you let them force you into homogenizing yourself.
Every day, every day. I have people that handle my fan mail, and every day tons of photos come in, with requests for autographs. The fur bikini [from One Million Years B.C.(1966)] is the perennial one. I do feel very fortunate, because I had no suspicion that a dinosaur movie would ever pay off for me as an actress. I figured, it’s going to be swept under the carpet, nobody will ever see it. I had a couple of small children at the time, and I used to take them over to see Ray Harryhausen. He did all the special effects on the movie, all the stop-motion animation, and he’s pretty much a science fiction legend. Ray would show my kids all the little figurines he used, all the dinosaurs. And then he’d show them how the animation was done, and they were fascinated. So that’s what it seemed like to me. It was great stuff for kids, but maybe not the ideal way for an actress to enter the movie-making scene. I even complained to the studio. I was like, “Please, please don’t make me do the dinosaur movie.” They were like “No, Raquel, you don’t understand. It’s a classic. It’ll live on forever.” Turns out they were right.