The white rabbit is late, my friends, as the clock keeps us on our toes. Fear
must be chasing him, as he isn’t even seen at wrestlings self execution!
When did the dreams of great wrestling minds become withered to a sideshow.
It has become a carnival act so grotesque that the Fat Lady with the beard looks
more of a satisfying bar room scamper at 4:00 am than this thin-juiced product.
Wrestling Society X is the amalgamation of horrendous TV and the bastard children
wannabes of Joe Rogan in the booth. Were they smoking with the great Caterpillar
on the Shroom of Knowledge and forgetting to bring back any rational thought?
The rabbit was way too late to stop this internal wound by MTV and wrestling
in general. “Off with it’s head!” Darlin’ exclaims as a Mad Hatter
on a non-birthday without his special tea. Where is my Queen of Hearts to save
me from this debauchery?
Danny hears the Banshees cry as he slowly plods along to finish his thoughts.
Cena is still champion, and the church bells toll as Umaga lays flat. Umaga,
go out and search for a language to suit that native Samoan tongue. That will
be a more worthwhile adventure than trying to beat Cena.
When will the midnight clock sound its gong for the Taker, a Royal Rumble notch
now on his belt. The shovel of dirt may soon come for the often pupil-less man
aft one more title to take back to Sara. So rest assured, dark souls that still
cling to the dead man’s wake. Now, my friends, the title shall soon haunt him
as he sees the ratings don’t even arise for the eternal sleepers .
The Rumble was given at the feet of the old Grand King. Let us hope that with
the “300” coming to theatres that the Undertaker shall “fight
in the shade” one last time and then deliver himself to the Mobile Mortician,
Pall Bearer. Only then can we see the last rites and the taker shall RIP they
way a Viking King would fall – sword in hand and off to Valhalla with a great
burning send-off.
“Strippers changed my life,” Brad Pitt once said, and they changed
mine as well. They let me gain a sixth sense about people and the world – when
to remove an extra chair from the table and how to avoid eye contact from the
bottomless bare-skinned harlots. Yet this inner wisdom also gave me the power
to read the bones, and the Darlin’ sees all and hopes the messages are received
out there in wrestling blog wasteland.
Darlin’ Danny Dunn