The night time is the right time and right now the night is right tonight for fighting. It’s wrestle time on this special night, the Night of Champions. A night to remember, a night of so many champions you can't even remember who is one, because none of the championships matter unless Roman has em.
I can’t keep track of what’s going on in my own life, let alone in the world, let alone in all the other little disparate worlds of my million hobbies. Oh it’s wrestle time again? I thought it was just Wrestlemania last week. Oh, that was two pay per views ago? It’s Night of Champions this night and also we're already on the 5th Double or Nothing the next night? Stop this crazy thing i wanna get off.
What’s even going on anymore? Who’s fighting who? Cody and Brock? Cody has broke arm? Roman fighting for Tag Team gold? They’re in Saudi again? There’s a fecking NEW world championship? What? Why? That’s ridiculous for so many reasons. What is happening?
Can’t keep up, not possible, can’t care. Can only watch what’s shoveled in my face and then formulate opinions and then vomit those opinions into a microphone that i hopefully remembered to turn on so i can shovel it in your face.
I don’t even know what to say anymore. Does anyone? How? How is anyone’s life peaceful enough that they can spare the mental energy to pay attention to literally anything going on at this point? It doesn’t seem possible. All i know is i only know one thing and the one thing i know is this one thing right here right now tonight and that one thing is…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH WRRRESTLINNNG!!