Wrestling Team

On September 8th we debuted the first half of our stage musical “Rockefeller Centaur” at Sketch Block, Under St. Marks’ great monthly sketch show. The musical revolves around two office drones who uncover a mystical conspiracy at the massive corporation that employs them. Spoiler alert: It turns out that every character is an asshole. It was super fun. We will be returning to Sketch Block on December 8th to perform the full musical, but until then here’s a little appetizer.

Wrestling Team recently competed in Backyard Brawl at UCB, the sketch  equivalent of Cage Match. While we didn’t win the competition, we had a  great set and comedically won over a crowd overwhelmingly there for the  other group (who, we should add, were a bunch of nice and funny dudes).

Our proudest moment was seeing a sketch we’ve been working on for a long  time finally reach its promise. Enjoy!

I was up late last night cramming for my Econ final and fell asleep on  my laptop. I was plagued by nightmares. When I woke up, I noticed that a  video file called “mindwipe.mov” had appeared on my desktop. I am  uploading it here in hopes of finding help. When I watch it, I start to  forget all of my old pets. What should I do?

What are we but children of the current age of consumerism?  Marketing is the overlord, and who are we but serfs that genuflect at  the feet of our master? So many question! So few sandwich!

With all this marketing shit in mind, we created the Laugh Stains brand for our more visually lush videos. But what about the videos we make  that are still worthy but not as complex? Well, now folks, you have Wrestling Team’s Giggle Trough!

And first up for the Giggle Trough is an old Guided by Voices video we found on a VHS tape in the back of our closet. This is a forgotten track off of Mag Earwhig, the transitional album between Tobin Sprout-era GBV  and Cobra Verde-era GBV. Ah, mid-90s indie rock. The return to the  working class aesthetic. The low-fi devil-may-care tape hiss. Were we  ever so naive?

As our fans know, we have been writing our new album (Purgatory’s Chill-dren) since last fall. We’ve been working diligently toward our April release date, but unfortunately this past month we hit a snag. Our label, Xrntivy Records, wasn’t happy with the demos that resulted from the Prague sessions. They were demanding a single. A crass commercial concern, to be sure, and one not deserving of our attention, but to be honest we were equally uninspired by the sounds that we were making. We needed something fresh. Early in February, we made a pilgrimage to the Middle East, and we found two little epiphanies named Squee and Prembly in a quaint little bazaar. This one’s for the clubs! Exclusive!

Clips from President Obama’s historic speech, the first State of the Union Address from the first African-American President! Be sure to catch the 2-hour season premiere of “Lost.” Tuesday, February 2nd at 9pm EST. Only on ABC!

Wrestling Team hosted the lovely improv team Froduce’s show on January 24th, and one of the bits we did in-between acts was a game we invented called Real Finger, Fake Finger. We won’t explain it here, but you can see it in the video.

Mark and Andy fucking around + footage of Andy’s cats.

Above anything else, we are historians of comedy, delving deep into the murky crapbin that is The Ghost of Humor Past. Whether it was Lenny Bruce’s ill-fated sitcom I Love Filthy or Mort Saul’s failed news/comedy show Fuck You, I’m Not Writing Any Jokes, we’ve seen it all. At least we thought we had. Recently on an excavation in Iraq, where on behalf of Lloyd Blankfein we had been bartering for stolen objects d’art filched from the National Museum, we unearthed a suitcase filled with old tapes, chief among them were some of Yakov Smirnoff’s old shows from right when he got off the boat. His first real mentor here was Andrew “Dice” Clay, and the influence on Smirnoff’s early jokes is obvious. If you find this unbelievable and you are crying “Bullshit” into the air like some smarmy young turk, then pull up your ears and take a gander for yoursmellf.