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.