My Klingon blood feud with Jungle Boys continues, more validated than ever, and my ever evolving opinions on MJF continue to shift. This week he's cool i decided. I'm not fickle, I'm complicated. Two things i'll always be consistent on are "fuck jungle boy" and "stop making noise around my house".
Today's thesis is thank god for the post-event media scrums for being the last place in wrestling where you can still see a wrestler cut a promo. If you don't get what i mean don't worry, i was kind of enough to explain it in great detail, because that was more interesting to me this week than the actual matches on the show.
Double or nothing itself was mostly mid. The two main events were cool as hell but nothing else kicked enough ass to remember. Scariest part of the show was Matt Jackson taking a thumbtack bump on his bare foot. That shit belongs in a horror movie.
Blah Blah there's nothing i can say here that isn't just repeating what i say in the video. Wrestling. WRESTLING. AAAAAAAHHHH WRESTLING. That's my opinion, my philosophy, my life. Then. Now. Forever. Whatever.