Sky Pro...Feedback? (What you get when "19th Nervous Breakdown" comes on the Muzak)

If I've read my statistics right, the my blogs get the greatest attention is when I mention other people in the title...who reside in Central Illinois. If only I placed these bold font introductions in front of the blogs where I mentioned Sky Pro Wrestling, and those individuals' interest may be sparked to get involved with "Main Event of the Dead," an independent Troma-esque film that would lay the groundwork for Peoria wrestling's better tomorrow.

This zombie versus pro wrestler comedy was something that I thought would give a chance to better showcase everyone who was involved in Next Generation Wrestling. But, I guess since I do not respect the concept of NGW as much as everyone else, I guess my opinion doesn't count. Still, if you want a treatment of the script to see if it worth devoting at least a few hours to, they're available upon request.

Instead we have Sky Pro Wrestling, a group organized by: Norman Callaway, the first phony professional wrestler who lived along the Illinois River in the 309 area code; Jason Pemberton, a coward who feels being involved with a professional wrestling organization excuses that fact and all his other shortcomings.

I know there are/were two other owners. One who I think is/was a decent guy who I thought could be a great asset to "Main Event of the Dead." The other I believe was involved with the chaos of other downstate wrestling promotions, but I'm not certain about that.

The two owners whose names I did not mention (or know in the latter case), I hold no ill will towards. Callaway, the man has no respect for the business, so I hate if he can influence it.

Pemberton, I did not realize I had heat with, and perhaps I did not until recently. I thought being the guy he turned to be his and "Sinnister" Raul Montenegro's money man for "Legit Championship Wrestling," a proposal (the championship belt was purchased at their request) to get him back into wrestling after he was fired from NGW, I could get a favor. Especially since he was sending me Facebook request to their shows despite he knows I was an interested wrestler.

If you read my blog, you know I'm in a pretty dire mental condition. I just want to pursue something I love, be it movie making or wrestling. I requested a chance to work for Sky Pro just to help with my depression. He told me, to get better somewhere else. I'll give him credit, he said it in a "compassionate" way, but I knew it was bullshit. As my justification for the opportunity, he eventually did respond with LOL to my efforts.

If you want to know why I knew his compassion was bullshit because he hid behind my blog from a year and half prior as the reason I won't work there.

Sorry for my long winded nature in getting to the point. He said that no one wants to work with me because I gave my opinion about NGW's Last Hurrah, and it was very down on what I felt Next Generation Wrestling represented. If I knew it the event was established about inducting Alex Lawson into Steven Lucas's insult to hall of fames, it would have probably been more scaving.

Here is what I do know. I was at the after party, Norman and Ric Osborn, (he's a trained professional so I'll respect kayfabe...despite he, Callaway and John Kroell tried to end NGW when the workers refused to participate in an angle to humiliate Pemberton) didn't talk to me, but otherwise, I got a long fine with everyone else. Most respected my opinion and some supported it by saying "if only every show was the last show" when referring to the attendance.

What I'm getting at is, was my blog so damaging to their egos that I should never wrestle in my hometown again?

Aside from referring to Osborn and Callaway as lousy con artist, I didn't insult anyone directly. I just said that promotions that get celebrated leave an impact on the business (and more often then not, McMahon buys the tape library). Next Generation Wrestling was not among those deserving celebration.

And I will say that I believe I have done the most in Greater Peoria to become a successful professional wrestler. I am professionally trained (Brandon Callaway, Norman and Alex are not professional trainers), I've put most miles on my cars, and paid the most dues.

I'm may not be the most talented wrestler, but I'd like the chance to challenge that. More importantly, I just wanna do what I love.

So please, if you are pushing Sky Pro or you have something to say about my past blog, please let me know. It would make my weekend. Thanks.

http://harshside.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-is-there-to-hurrah-about.html

Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 15: If Hank Jr., Ain't Ready, You Ain't)

Perhaps I should start a Kickstarter to get the funds to start an Main Event of the Dead, LLC. If the Facebook friend who only has an intro video can reach $333 (a head of allotted schedule [he should only have a 250]), I should at least try to scam the tax man with my monthly payments to my domain host. Until we have a uniform international government, don't tax the Internet.

Eventually, to sell my horror/comedy motion picture, "Main Event of the Dead," I will need that paper work to sell this feature (if Troma doesn't jump on distribution). So if my tale of desperate workers versus Zombie Canadians, Hobos, and Obese SES members isn't enough to get your support, I'm sure Main Event of the Dead, LLC will have other endeavors, sure to make a return on your investment.

Still, getting the word about this project is the most important think, so if the 25 readers could spread this along their Facebook pages (get on the Twitter and follow MainEventZombie), we can get to the point where I can further finance this project beyond the $8.95 a month I spend for the maineventofthedead.com domain and the occasional eBay "prop" purchase.

Maybe I should write off my WWE Network subscription. Research.

Of course I'm working too much to fully enjoy my subscription. If only I had some paid time off, I can justify my need to put another 17 hours a week at another job to make ends meet. When you take in to account what account I work on for my 8:30 to 5 employer (never thought my commie loving ass would say it, but fuck you Jane Fonda), it hurts. Not as much as the emotional pain I've gotten by realizing, or should I say...

Rationalization 47: You Feel Just in Your Indifference.

Of course, who of those who have expressed the basis of support for this rational will find difficult to hear about my thoughts on it. One was a reader who told me that how I act is undeserving of support (remind me not to stand up to their next significant other who attempts to abandon them in a tough spot). The other, doesn't believe blogs should exist, and told me that my biggest problem is that I let people know I'm sad.

It'll be tough to go full coffee cat on them, but if they tell me that I'm not worthwhile, and live with it, they have no right to input.

Then again, one does take the time to give me feedback. Yes, it supports those who are indifferent to me, but it's better than having me on a friends list, and only giving a shit when I say something liberal.

So, I better come up with a clever Michael Sam reference in the title to draw that attention.

Rationalization 48.A: The Narrow Minded Will Keep You Down


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.

Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 14: Buried further than Daniel Bryan)

With my recent reformatting of this blog, I should place my pleas for validation every other blog. Then again, if the odd number blog sucks, promoting my film project, "Main Event of the Dead," may be for not.

This blog should be about the progress of my script to production, but until there is support, this is dedicated to my social development or lack there of. Let's change that by asking me what can be done to assist in producing my tale of six, color-themed (a Tarantino tribute), "professional" wrestlers and their quest to obtain their only big pay day. Since their opponents are undead gimmicks that an absolute politically incorrectly Vince McMahon would salivate over (that still maybe an understatement), it maybe their final pay day.

Perhaps I should sell it as Peoria wrestling in a nut shell. Either way, shouldn't it be accurately captured? And at least you know how to contribute to the project if your not an artist or seductress to promote the film. You can at least offer me less pretentious names for the protagonist. Let me know at russthebus07@gmail.com

For those who keep up on the blog, sorry for not writing an installment last week. It was a tough weekend for me since it was Stacia Hardin's 32 birthday. As a "Star Wars" fan, I know that shouldn't be the case.

I may have the right to be bitter about her ruining the holiday of May the Fourth, a more valid holiday than Mother's, Father's Day  or Easter since it can fall on a weekday. In a perfect world, we would receive a paid day off from fueling the rich's agenda to hold down the poor. When it comes to perfection, I think being born on May 4 only proves how perfect Stacia was.

So, my failure to write a blog dedicated to her memory was my bad, and I definitely at least had one more way of honoring her memory. And since it would have been in poor taste to write my bold printed advertisement for the purpose of this blog, it would have been an easy one to write.

Sorry Stacia for dropping the ball. Sorry for not honoring you properly, but at least I didn't write anything irrefutably stupid. At the time, I was going to write a blog investigating the concepts of proper and improper dedications. Since it would had to have been titled "To the Insensitive Dead of Morton, Illinois," the attention the title received would have made me more hated in my hometown than Donald Sterling (timely, but if you know Mortonites, that guy probably offend them "too" much).

Rationalization 44: I'm Buried by Your Indifference.


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.