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      It's your boy JFB, James From Boston and today is Music Mayhem Monday, when I play DJ and bring to you some of my favorite entrance themes from around the Wrestling World.     One cannot simply ignore the music our favorite wrestlers come down the ramp and into the ring.  They are as important as the music in your favorite movies.  It brings a sense of normalcy and sometimes complete shock.     Triple H has one of the greatest entrance themes from one of the hardest Metal bands in the world.  When that music hits, you automatically want to grab a water bottle and spit it out to the world.     Motorhead wrote this song for their friend when he came to them and asked them to come up with a theme for him.  Of course Lemmy Kilmester, lead singer took it upon himself to come up with an amazing and hard-edged theme from Trips.     He was the Game.  He was calculating and strong at the same time.  Triple H was more than just a muscle head.  He was the cerebral assassin.   When you h

Her Name is Natalia Markova, The Russian Crush,  I discovered her by accident while surfing Twitter one day.... ....there she was: splashed across my screen! One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, and all she was wearing were two championship wrestling belts     I quickly commented “beautiful” and within seconds I had a response. No wrestler had ever responded to me, never mind this fast; I had to know more!  I started looking for Natalia Markova matches on YouTube. The first match was against Sonny Kiss. She was the perfect heel and the fans booed her like crazy shouting “USA! USA!”. I really believed she was going to lose. The storytelling in this match was excellent as the evil Russian was cheating at every turn and stealing the win! The next match I saw her in was the complete opposite. Natalia was the baby face, and she was getting beat down pretty badly by Double D Rose. Markova would sneak in the odd offensive flurry; you truly believed she was getting the loss. Out of

The crowd is on its feet and there is a hum among them. The air is electric and you can tell that this is going to be something special. Then it happens. Ronnie Garvin and Magnum T.A. are already in the ring when beginning chord is struck and it echoes throughout the Louisiana Superdome. It’s the opening riff to Black Sabbath’s Iron Man and with that, the crowd erupts. They know something I don’t and my heart is beating. What’s going to happen and that’s when my knowledge of Tag Team Wrestling was about to change. They weighed over 500 plus pounds as a team. They were F’N behemoths and as they followed their manager, Precious Paul Ellering, I finally saw what would be a tantamount moment in my life. The hulking physiques, the makeup, and the music. The Road Warriors. It’s 86 and I’m at my friend's house. While I only had the basic antenna TV stations and would only see WWF/WWE for most of my youth, he had satellite and had like a bazillion stations. It was my introduction t