I was out of town so this one's old news. Fortunately, my highly intellectual observations and furious ranting tirades are as timeless as Toni Storm's ass, and as inspirational as Bayley's ass. You name a woman's ass, and I'll have an equivalent assload of verbal diarrhea for ya.
This hot rambling rampage recaps all the rage I could remember from Wrestlemania before succumbing to the oven in which I live. The only thing I didn't manage to fully remark on was the butt-stupid, assey finish where some chuckle fuck rapper that nobody over the age of 6 cares about showed up to slowly meander down the ramp and insert himself where he isn't wanted.
Obviously that was trash, the "Fein" song is torture, and I hate The Rock too, but all of that can probably be inferred by my general mission statement that the WWE has become a celebrities and ads vortex from which no spark of joy or wonder can ever emerge, which I warned everybody about last year.
So like most tragedies in the world, Travis Scott ruining Wrestlemania is a direct result of humanity refusing to heed my presciently pissed off portents. Sadly it's only the 3rd worst tragedy Travis Scott is responsible for, behind killing a bunch of people at his concert, and having concerts in the first place.
These are the times we live in. The world is made of ads, and the rappers are bad. We are dead and this is Hell.
Hambroski
2025-06-30 10:25:44 +0000 UTC