Not With A Bang, But With A Simper...

First of all, countless apologies for my gross dereliction of blogging duty. Yes, it's been weeks since my last post, but I've only just emerged from the alcoholic coma I fell into during the First Annual Arabian Facebuster Staff Conference. Goddamn that Camo Black Ice.

Having wiped the crust from my eyes, I find that the high-strung youngsters over at Wrestling Society X are in grave danger of cancellation. The final five episodes (!) of their schmozz-tastic product were aired in one two-and-a-half-hour(!!) death spasm, no doubt inducing epileptic fits in all seven WSX viewers. As it stands now, the WSX massive are waiting, hats in hands, for a last minute reprieve from the overseers at MTV. Check the blog at their Myspace Account for your daily fix of schadenfreude. I love that they're being cancelled in order to"strategize the best way to bring the show back to the fans". Get it? They're being fired so they can do their jobs better. For free. In Fabian Kaelin's mom's basement.

Ah, well. Maybe now I can live my dream of hiring Teddy Hart to do shooting star presses off the shed in my back yard. That should keep those damn transients from breaking into my basement.