YEP! This is where the lucha-wacky gimmick’s namesake was taken. Cute & cheeky images of nudity are featured on this trailer, so if you are under 18 or are overly-easily offended, just don’t play this trailer! Otherwise, enjoy!
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MAKES FOR SWEET EYE CANDY (the t-shirts look pretty nice, too)
And by the way, these shirts will be available at The Millennium Pro Wrestling Booth at the upcoming Wrestlereunion Convention on Saturday, January 29, in Los Angeles!
Yes, it has been awhile since Stantheembryo.com has peeked upon you Internet voyeurs! What’s news? The Slammin’ Stan podcast has moved from Blogtalkradio to Talkshoe.com. The reason for our move is that Blogtalkradio has begun charging a fee to produce shows over 30 minutes. I totally understand where they are coming from, since they probably made a minimal profit from giving away free air time. Taking that into consideration, Fredo and I still decided that we will, in proud Johnny Legend “No Budget” fashion, march to our miserly beat and try out the new free server. Thank you Blogtalkradio for being our port-of-call for 45 episodes of Slammin’ Stan, and thank you Talkshoe for being our new hang out!
You can access the Slammin’ Stan on Talkshoe.com webpage by clicking here. Episode #46 is available for download. Join Alfredo Esparza, Vandal Drummond, Dan Farren, “The Bixie Demon” Bixenspan, and fellow SoCal pop-culture lover Ryan Doyle as we discuss a plethora of fun items, including Rock Riddle (the original but lesser known “Mr. Wonderful”), Wildman Jack Armstrong, the upcoming Millennium Pro Wrestling show, Dr. Jerry Graham meets Gumby and Pokey, The Wrestlereunion Convention, and much more!
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Check out Slammin’ Stan #43 BY CLICKING HERE as Vandal Drummond and Alfredo Esparza kick off the show by talking Lucha Libre, Pirata Morgan, and the late, great CAVERNARIO GALINDO, who Box y Lucha magazine dubbed “The Rudo of The 20th Century.” We talk about Galindo’s role as frequent opponent for El Santo, his unusual foreign object, his numerous supporting roles in Mexican cinema (including “La Ultima Lucha,” Vandal’s personal favorite pro wrestling film), and his place in Lucha Libre history.
We are then joined by guest Kid Zombie, who hosts the totally hep podcast RUBBERGUARD RADIO to chat about KZ’s adventures with numerous Northern California indie groups, including his “Summer of Love” watching great work by the likes of Mike Modest, Crash Holly, and Vic Grimes. We also chat up cool subjects like the AMC zombie drama “The Walking Dead,” the annual California Battle Royals in the territorial “Days of Old,” and Fern Owens’ performance at last week’s Millennium Pro Wrestling show!
This is a really fun edition of Slammin’ Stan, so check it out!
One of only a few pics I have of me with Stephan
Stephan was a wrestler, a singer (with an old-school punk shout-of-a-vocalist), a wild lover, an artist, and a trickster. He had a quick wit and was usually the man on top when jokes were dealt.
So of course, I think of that rare moment when the impromptu joke was on him.
Stephan in Anarchy mode versus Físico Nuclear
We were wrestling on an Incredibly Strange Wrestling show in San Francisco in ’95, back when Johnny Legend and Audra Morse were still working the shows together. This was the first time we appeared at a club called The Trocadero, and the dressing room was a small fit upstairs with artistically correct black and red painted walls and ceilings. Such an intimate fit was never a problem with us (anybody who has wrestled even for a short period of time has a story to tell about his or her most unique dressing room setting).This evening Stephan was dressed in his Anarchy gear; black mask, blue jeans, t-shirt that read “Go Die!” and his trademark FEAR baseball cap (which was eventually autographed by FEAR member Lee Ving with the words “Stephan. Go Fuck Yourself”)
Like most wrestlers with a keen gimmick, Stephan’s persona known as “Anarchy” was rooted in his musical and political idealism. Normally, he was a man for all seasons, that outgoing kind of cat who could find common ground with anybody and spark up an enthusiastic conversation. But he was rarely compromising when it came to his liberal politics and his disdain for musical groups who “sold out” to press a gold record.
While my politics were similar to Stephan’s, we saw music in a different light. This was the era when the million-dollar CD movers like Green Day, The Offspring and Nirvana were topping the charts. While I loved these groups to the core, Stephan would rant against these “pseudo punk bands” and the corporate music world.
So in this cramped dressing space on that evening in San Francisco, sat these monolithic speakers blaring backstage music for the wrestlers’ entertainment. Stephan, Frankie Dee, Fisico Nuclear, Bill Judd, Ron Hed, JR Benson, Sergio “The Unholy” Baez, Mistress Brenda, Stacy Synn, Stephan and I drank in the tunes blaring. The entire dressing room simultaneously broke into a singing & headbanging fest when Rancid’s “Time Bomb” played; we were so into it we nearly blew-up before we hit the ring to go to work!
As we cooled down as the song wound up, there was a unanimous glow on all our faces.
And then we heard the next tune open with the lyrics “And the sky was made of amethyst…”
You know? The song “Violet?”
“And the stars were just like little fish…”
You know? That hit song by that platinum album group Hole, sung by Courtney Love?
“You should learn when to go…”
Stephan frowned and cursed “No, not this piece of shit song by this worthless drug-addled group!”
“You should learn how to say no!”
Ah, but Stephan found himself outnumbered that night. The rest of us were shaking with complete abandon to grace and rhythm to the achy voice of Ms. Love.
“Could somebody turn this fucking shit off?” bellowed Stephan.
And when it came to the line where Ms. Love’s voice explodes into rage, every one of us burst out along with her “GO ON! TAKE EVERYTHING! TAKE EVERYTHING!”
Stephan crouched against the stairwell, clapped his hands hard against his ears, and started shaking his head in protest, screaming “NO! NO! NOOOOOO!” oddly reminding me of Ron Moody playing “Fagin” during the “I’d Do Anything” number in the musical “Oliver.”
Needless to say, this coerced the entire lot of us to sing the lyrics louder to our friend, and nearer to his face.
Dear, sweet, Stephan! By the time the song ended, we were already forgiven. This speaks volumes for his kindness, since singing along to corporate sell-out music was a huge sin!
Stephan DeLeon partied like crazy, but he himself was “the drug.” He detested drinking or getting high, though he never judged the wrestlers and musicians he knew who partook. His only “fast-living” consisted of getting into fights with skinheads, and riding his motorcycle.
I had no idea he even owned a motorcycle until Riki Ataki called me on the afternoon of April 6, 2004. He told me that Stephan was riding his motorcycle on the 405 freeway, and was clipped by a taxi. He died instantly.
Stephan was thirty four at the time of his passing. When Elena and I attended his funeral, we were awestruck by the huge crowd of people from so many walks of life that came to pay homage: numerous family members, his fiance, the wrestling community, musicians, exotic dancers from the club he worked… so many folks that not everybody could fit into the chapel. Amongst those who eulogized Stephan were his art mentor Gilbert Hernandez and fellow wrestler Billy Anderson. His right-hand wrestling buddy Riki Ataki was one of the pallbearers.
I left his funeral service sad, but simultaneously awestruck. The diverse crowd of people attending the service spoke volumes about the impact Stephan had on their lives. He spread so much love and passion into those thirty-four years. And knowing his upbeat nature, I think he left this earth with regrets.
Aside from the motorcycle, the other thing that I never knew about Stephan was his love of “Voyage Into Space,” the late night TV movie (which was actually a Japanese TV series dubbed into English, and later cut & spliced into a full length film) featuring the adventures of a boy named Johnny Sokko and his gigantic Flying Robot. Stephan loved this series so much that he bought a six-foot replica of the Giant Pharaoh-esque Robot, and told people close to him that when he died, he wanted to be buried with this cult-movie pal.
His brother fulfilled his wish.
We miss you a lot, Stephan DeLeon. Keep the stars up there twinkling, and help Giant Robot protect the galaxy from evil.
Message to Hijo de Santo: patent this move ASAP, you'll make millions off evil violators in the sports world!
CHECK OUT SLAMMIN’ STAN #41 by clicking here!
It’s a fun show! Alfredo Esparza and Vandal Drummond talk about everything thing from Hijo de Santo hoping to patent “La de a Caballo,” Southern California wrestling back in the days when the California State Athletic commission governed it, how Caveman Wellington was inspired by the works of K. Gordon Murray (the guy who dubbed two of Rene Cardona’s Santo films into English!), Dan Farren talking from remote while heading from a “private gig” in Laurel Canyon (Wink! Wink! Nudge! nudge! Grin! Grin!), The Bixie Demon runs in to encounter Farren & Vandal’s “Gordman & Goliath” verbal double-team tactics, Larry Park joins us to discuss the upcoming Millennium Pro Wrestling show in Simi Valley, “You’re Fuckin’ Nuts” Part 2, and much more! We had a great time, hope you enjoy the show as much as we did!