Greetings again, Jerryatrics! Now I know what you’re thinking. “The SWA doesn’t have a magazine. Where is this coming from?” Well, as you’re reading this, you’ve got your eyes locked on the SWA web site, right? You’ve probably noticed that new heading that says Jerry’s Jive, right. Uh-huh. That’s right, Jerryatrics. My column in the magazine was so popular, the SWA management, INCLUDING Reynolds, realized that they just had to give me my own segment. So here I am, writing now to all of you once again, and loving every little click of the keys on my keyboard. And that right there, that’s a lotta love. So put on your glasses if ya got ‘em, and turn on your reading lights if you have those. Jerry’s Jive is back.

So, the next question is, of course, what am I going to talk about? Well, let’s see. A lot has happened since the last Jerry’s Jive. Lots of crazy things going down. But I want to talk about what is pretty much the main issue here. The most-hated aspect of the SWA according to myself, and a few random fans I asked on the street. And no, I’m not talking about Bob. Jerryatrics, I’m talking about Reynolds.

Reynolds is, for those of you who don’t have brains, (which by the way cements your status as non Jerryatrics), our brand new president, and CEO. Yep. What can ya say? One of the big talkers actually had a plan that worked. Kinda hard to deny that now. We don’t like it, and believe me we’re going to make that known, but we still have to do our jobs. Me, Bob, Cal, Christi, and the rest of the SWA roster. I think he’ll get his eventually anyway. Someone like Reynolds gets too smug for his own good if you give them enough time, and it’ll come back to bite him. And he’ll deserve it all. Oh yes, Reynolds. I exercise freedom of speech in this column, and I dare you to try and sensor me again. My Jerryatrics won’t have that, and even though I’m not a superstar, there are a lot of people who wouldn’t like it if I was kept down by the man.

So have no fear, Jerryatrics. Reynolds isn’t long for this company. Even if things get momentarily worse than they are now, they’ll spring back again. Crystal knows what she’s doing. I think even B Cool knows what he’s doing, though he hasn’t done much yet. He said on ITSC once that he’d do some mucking about with Reynolds’s matches, but I don’t think he meant every match. I think he’ll do something if something needs to be done. Maybe he won’t need to. After all, I doubt there’ll be much left of him once Sirus is through. And Reynolds pretty much did it to himself. Hey, maybe that slipup I’m talking about has already been made. Maybe I’m speculating that things might get a little worse first for nothing. Either way, you’re going down eventually, Reynolds, and me and Bob are gonna get up and sing when you do.

Now, I want to talk briefly about my supposed “taste for blood.” I’ve thought a lot about this recently, and I’ve come to a conclusion. First, let me point you at what brought me there. Thomas Von Karstein’s blood bags. Enough said? I think not. See, I’ve realized that it’s not the blood itself I like, Jerryatrics. It’s the bloodshed. Almost poetic, isn’t it?

Seriously though, that’s what it really comes down to. I like seeing struggles get to that point. I like seeing someone get hit really hard, and I like hearing it, too. And I think I like these things because they quantify the struggle going on in the ring. I like these things because you know that if there’s blood, things have just gotten serious. And maybe they were serious for the whole match. Well that’s when it’s practically guaranteed. And that’s when you see the real show. There’s something to be said for bloodlust, folks. I know it, and I think all of you know it. Now, do all great matches involve blood? No. But to me, the ones that do are far greater.

I guess that’s about it for this month’s Jerry’s Jive. It’s good to be back, and I’ll hit ya soon with another edition. Maybe Reynolds’ll be dead by then.