What's Wrong with Pro Wrestling (Part 1): Sky Pro Wrestling

So, I've been desperate for inspiration to keep me distracted from the pointlessness of existence. Sometime you find it where you expect it. This one came as I was relieving the bladder, fretting over what am I to do with the Internet at work when I'm too broke to shop on eBay.

Peoria wrestling was part of the reason I decided to write "Main Event of the Dead." I figure it was going to be a chance to finally give a bunch of guys who would never see stardom by working for sabotaging promoters/untrained wrestlers (I knew a few good bookers/promoters, but they never claimed to be trainers...and to Ian Rotten's credit, his claim was valid). Despite how I despise their motives, there were roles I intended for the Forest City fakes (the center pieces, not the kids who worked for them in Mason County). With so many movies called "Zombie Apocalypse," NC had a role (regardless that he never watched or knew anything in regards to WCW or ECW), until he said he never heard of All American Wrestling. JK had a role all the way up to the point I found out that he was a racist, conservative, hateful, delusional buffoon (fortunately, I have other ideas on who can play CM Chunk © 2011-2013 Russ Stevens).

Sadly, I over estimated the aspirations of the victimized Peoria wrestling community) as they decided to rejoin together at the behest of the same guys who conned them. These kids were conned for the sole purpose for the promoters to be stars in their own mind.

These con artists (which actually degrades the title, but they would innocent enough to be called hustlers and under-educated to be carnies) didn't want to learn how to a respect for the business (and why should they if Steve Lucas calls you hall of famers) because it would expose that they were cowards playing hero in front of their friends. If you worked outside of Next Generation Wrestling, you would remind them of what kind of posers they are.

If you want knowledge of cowardness:

• A performance by the Overtaker at Peoria's Fight Night exposed the inability to handle himself if shit got real.
• When I tried to work out mutual unprofessional behavior with the next promoter, he threatened to call the cops on me instead of do what a "wrestler" should have done (fight or rely on the locker room that supposedly hated me). To his credit, this guy just couldn't deal with not being right, but I'll delve into that further in "Part 2."
• You receive constant Facebook post from a champion about his trips to the hospital because of his health issues. If you aren't healthy enough to safely fake it, what can you do if someone wanted to prove how weak you really are (his constant right wing, illogical gun posts doesn't leave anyone thinking your brave, especially when he out weighs the local super hero by three times).

If they were able to make Peoria wrestling important, see "What is there to Hurrah about," I cannot fault their

The Nose Bleed Seats - Central Illinois Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame (you owe me for the traffic Crimefighter) inductions. Unfortunately, there are marks who must feel they deserve to be a part of it without taking a risk.

Which brings in the backstabbing (originally had me invest in a promotion that never started) promoter/photo lab guy who shares power in Sky Pro [I can't refer to his initials because, he needed his name to be associated with his character (I was more than willing to go with Thai Durden, and after Tyler Black, I wish the bully booker wasn't so lazy about designing gimmicks)]. A guy who used "LOL" in conversations where I prostrated myself as far as I could for a chance to work for his promotion without charge. As the only one professionally trained first generation wrestler (can't deny Ric Osborne), I just wanted to do what I love to do without anxiety attacks. Something to look forward to instead of being stuck in a stagnant existence, only surviving on hope that someone will help me with making "Main Event of the Dead" a reality.

But, it's not the first time that he decided to make himself feel superior by mocking someone's mental condition (granted, the only other time was to me, so he may have something personal against me).

So indie wrestling south of I-80 in Illinois is for cowards, the lazy types who try to hide it and the pseudo-clever types who want to control the perception. It's easier than making it in the business like Mick Foley and Seth Rollins did driving for hours on weekends or relocating to the coast like Jake Manning to wash away the stench of a bad wrestling area.

Before Springfield jumps on me, I'm not try to say Springfield is bad now, but it was clever promoting and not their trainers that made their shows worthwhile. It wasn't a destination for talent to go out of their way to  work for.

In conclusion, if you can steal a pay day from Sky Pro Wrestling, I'll admire you for that. But if wrestlers are supposed to police themselves, we should get rid of the phony tough guys...who haven't paid their dues.

I'll let you know when "What's Wrong with Pro Wrestling (Part 2): Theater" is finished.

Fans or Girls? A query for the reluctant 9 to 5

And the alternate Japanese title: "A Call for Nihilists: Fuck Me or Friend Me"

I just want to give the reader a heads up this is kind of a psycho-analytical work, and the title is the conclusion. I found the journey to the conclusion to be fun, but the lack of known readership since 2009 has left me to conclude that many of you find me whiny. This conclusion leaves me a little bitter, but you've known that aspect of me longer than I have, so what gives. A little feed back, or dedication to the cause of "Main Event of the Dead." (Email russthebus07@gmail.com for a treatment of this pro-wrestling zom-com).

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"The high road is pretty to look at, but you'll have a hard time marching your armies up it."

I thought if I was ever going to open a blog up with a "Game of Thrones" quote, it would be from a profound character, but I guess the show is not so profound. Guess I'll quit running the blu-rays to "entertain the cat" while Mom is cleaning my apartment. It is not great subliminal material.

Then again, Mom's lack of fandom to the "A Song of Ice and Fire" or J.R.R. Tolkien is due to the exploitation of short people. Better step away from this talk about mothers (a weak George R.R. Martin transition) and get to why I opened this journal entry with the quote of a sadistic character...even if it does feel like a waste of Freudian psychology (word/phrase association, mommies, sadistic influences).

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.

Mentally Unemployed: A call for sponsorship or idiots.

I have found that nihilism and depression may be curable by the stupidity of the Internet. You find something that sounds so ridiculous, you feel justified having a sense of joy knowing that you must be smarter than a lot of people. Too bad that a lot of these morons are getting paid to show off their ignorance, but your sense of righteousness tells you that posting your opinion will set things right.

So I am a clinically depressed nihilist with delusions of grandeur. I guess I should appreciate any path to a feeling of self worth. The only problem is that you lose those "friends" responding to their ignorance. And you realize that the world may be hopeless when they express their lack of understanding and their feeling of entitlement to hateful feelings before they run out of defense for their inferiority complex.

Then they leave you feeling empty. Not because the unfriending has cost an aspiring writer an audience, but the lack of inspiration. You end up with a Facebook feed that does not frustrate you (with the exception of girls so desperate to feel beautiful they post over three selfies a day), so what in the world is their for you to fix

No reason to write, you're stuck mentally unemployed. And it feels like you're going to fall victim to the perceived pitfalls of real unemployment. Good thing the mental joblessness lacks the government support to become a victim of the capitalist system.

I am too poor to consume myself with drugs (I don't have a dealer's phone number anyhow). What am I to do to justify my existence? Religion is not an option and you got to be able to help yourself before you can help others.

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.