Zombie Stall...Any pointers on anxiety?

A lot of self reflection (and yes I know my to my true friends find that redundant) about the lack of knowing myself [maybe I'm the one...sad "The Matrix" reference I know and since fat people exist (I am working on removing myself from their numbers), we are really in the real world] has consumed my thoughts of late.  I was about to have posted an edited an e-mail to my ex-girlfriend who was not from Morton Jr. High School requesting her to think of me as less of a dick, but thankfully the inability to state my most recent, potentially tasteless thought in 140 characters has resulted in me questioning the exploitation of the people whom beyond CM Punk who make pro wrestling relative.

To help promote "Main Event of the Dead" and a Kickstarter project for it, I was thinking about doing the Zombie Crawl (June 10, 2012 Farmington Road, Peoria, IL) with Road Warrior Hawk face paint.  It would just be cheaper that putting one of my lucha libre mask though hell.

I mean, I have bastardized the legend of Black Shadow enough when I created my DIY Union Jack mask for "El Futbol Loco."  Do I really want to tear up an El Santo mask?  I just talked myself out on  modifying it for Rabbit Mask (or Killer Cottontail, your choice).

I suppose I could try to get a Blue Blazer mask, but that would definitely be too much.  Suppose I could get away with Black Tiger though.  How many Smarks are out there really?

No, "Main Event of the Dead (Feel free to ask for a script treatment at russthebus07@gmail.com)" will not feature zombified tributes to wrestling greats, but if any hack writer can make money off Chris Benoit why cannot I, a clinically depressed, nonjudgmental fan like myself make a buck?

Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.