Pro Wrestling Blues

So, on Saturday my pack of Trained Howler Monkeys and myself went to a low budget wrestling show. It was handy, cause not only was it based out of hometown of Fabulous Clay City, IL, but it was also for a good cause, which was to support the Clay County Anti-Meth Coalition. So, after eating sub-par food at a sub-par local eatery, we went to the sub-par High School gym and watched some sub-par wrestling. It was still a fun night, but frankly, the wrestling was more embarassingly bad than usual. It just wasn't a very well constructed card, and none of the matches stood out well. Still, I went home, and in a fit of silliness painted up a "new" logo for the Clay County Anti-Meth Coalition that features an exploding skull and the catchphrase "Drugs Fucking Suck!".

So, the next day is the WWE's Royal Rumble event. Which, like most PPVs since Vince McMahon attained a monopoly over the wrestling world, sucked ass. It was nothing specific...no wait, it was something specific, David Buttista won the Royal Rumble. Some big, brainless, uncoordinated, unskilled, unconditioned asshole who hasn't paid his dues won one of the biggest events of the entire year and secured a shot at the Main Event at Wrestlemania 21. What the hell? Last year, the most talented man in the business, Chris Benoit won. This year, it was the least talented. Grrrr. The other matches were varying degrees of lame as well. Bah.

In other news, the SDF Nonreal poll is still more or less underway, so if anyone has any requests for what they wanna see upcoming in Nonreal, go ahead and drop a comment on this or the previous entry. Rock on.