So I've mentioned here before that I'm a huge wrestling fan (or at least I think I have; too unmotivated to bother checking.) But in case I haven't, I want to announce it: I'm a huge wrestling fan! And after spending this Sunday night watching the WWE's Elimination Chamber PPV, and having no other ideas for my Odyssey piece, I figured out what I'd put up here.
You see, one Windham Lawrence Rotunda has been spending the better part of the last five years as his alter ego, Bray Wyatt. Imagine if Kenny Powers had great sex with a revitalized Ernest Hemingway, and they defied biology and birthed a kid together, who crawled himself to professional wrestling lessons. That'd be Bray Wyatt. Sorta.
Anyways, I'm putting this here because Wyatt finally won his first world title – the WWE Championship – at Elimination Chamber, about two hours before I wrote this. And I'm hyped. He more than deserved it.
Congrats, Wyatt! And for those with the whole "Wrestling is fake!" steelo, it's realer than that Kardashian crap you tune into every night, and just about any movie out there; you hypocritical lames STILL get upset when a cute doggy gets killed in some intense drama.
Stay pressed.
