Pick Your Smith's Song and the Current Disgruntled's Undisputed Champions

  *This blog post was started on April 6, 2022.

I think I am to the point that to determine that it was not the Grassroots "Devil Pupils" strain from NuEra East Peoria that has triggered my recent plunge into depression. Something just flipped Monday night as I was high and watching "Robot Chicken" to close my night. Suddenly I thought I was just bound for financial ruin which escalated to me questioning, "for what?"

If I cannot eat 10 boneless wings from Wing Stop (an Ally's Accessories Shop on Etsy tradition) before calling it a Tuesday night because nothing seemed worth it, you know my head is fucked up. The day prior I finally received correspondence (three month late) from IDES in regards to my appeal of their decision that Marine Bank was not responsible for unemployment benefits when they fired me for writing about my life as a banker with no specific details about my them or their customers. There is to be an interview, probably between both parties, and I am just fighting for $606 that their bitterness is withholding from me.

I have a better job that takes their employees extenuating circumstances into consideration, pays better, and keeps the staff busy enough that being allowed (which Marine Bank management during downtime) to blog is not even an issue. But, Marine Bank took my savings because I told them how I thought their managers could do better for its employees. They are an overly sensitive management team in Champaign, and that is how we got here.

If you want to find out where I work, you need to listen to older episodes of "NinetyForChill.com: The #Podcast". Like the blogs of MainEventOfTheDead.com, there are no indications of which episodes that I talk about this employer from any of the episode titles. Feel free to explore.

I bring up this drama that I thought may have triggered my downward spiral. Thinking about money made me think about coming up short. It has not happened, but I down an extra $100 each week since I do not have the means of making that with only one job. This leads me to ponder what is the point.

My podcast is not making me money. On top of that, finding guest is problematic and actually leaves me being jealous. Why is it that life never happens to me? No one has the time for the show while I always do. It almost seems like it would be nice to be able to leave my friends hanging because I have to.

At least my 2007 bankruptcy was over a woman who claimed to be Stacia Hardin's best friend's heroin addiction. It does not sound like she is clean, but she has at least got to start a family from me keeping her comfortable till she got knocked up. If I am a financial mess now, that just means a failure.

This makes me ponder how many of the scores of people directed to consume my Twitter (@catbusruss) notifications over my statement that semiautomatic firearms should be outlawed have taken the time to read my blogs or listen to my podcasts. They like trying to mock my photos or spread them to encourage me harm. I have only responded to two of these asshole just because they wanted to call my martial skills fake. It just means I got to be careful. I do not want them think they pushed me to self harm.

My dreams of Stacia are driving me crazy enough. Thankfully Eva and Skimble are looking after me, but what if Eva goes?

I meant to start this blog last night, but instead wallowed in my melancholy. It may have just been a good thing that I am typically exhausted on Tuesday's because of releasing my podcast late Monday night and trying to make something out of my weekend. Of course, the weekends just seem to be self indulgent, so again, what is the point? Especially after this evening's pleas for help were ignored.

Fortunately, I hate having AEW spoiled, so I had to watch tonight. Thanks Christian Cage and Adam Cole (Bay Bay!) for putting on an exciting match to get me back to the keyboard. The problem now is that I will not be in bed before 1 a.m., but I think my last tweet sums everything up. To put briefly, you just take whatever win you can get.

Not even halfway through #AEWDynamite and I got to thank @TonyKhan and company for a great show that has gotten me back on my feet during the worst depression funks I've been in recently. Pardon the hyperbole, but thanks for letting me claim to beat a Funk.

Sorry Terry and Dory Jr.

The Current Disgruntled's Real Wrestling Champions (April 6, 2022)

The 97th Disgruntled's Real World Men's Champion: 

AEW World Champion: Hangman Adam Page

(This reign began November, 13, 2021)

• Page is currently the number one ranked wrestler per Disgruntled Real Championship Wrestling.
• The wrestler that some may claim to be this champion is IWGP World Heavyweight Champion Kazuchika Okada.

Foolin: My Life and a Summation of Tag Team Wrestling?

  *This blog post was started on March 15, 2022.

It does not seem to have the power some of the more silly Def Leppard tracks ("Rocket" and "Pour Some Sugar on Me" come to immediate mind.), but it seems more complex than those "sing over a drum beat" songs. The title also works to describe my state of mind.

Another rough weekend. How will I survive once the weekends are only one day?

Maybe that is what I need. Less time to get myself pumped up for an inevitable let down. Both weekends that I spent in Partial Hospitalization for Depression led to me being on Suicide Watch the following Monday. That is a bit of hyperbole, but lengthy conversations with Catholic counselors did not help. How were things going to get better than wrestling training, interviewing the stars of AAW (and usually being humiliated by them), having a few drinks, and getting $20 to make sure I had the gas to get home?

I guess you can say this past weekend was adjacent to that. My family is doing well aside from my mom's allergies. With her being under the weather and my big sis and dad being mature adults, it was easy to slip out to the Peoria bar scene.

Was it exciting, not really, but I thought every turn had potential. Too bad the 8-Bit Beercade's last call was midnight. I was denied the time to complete "Turtles in Time". The only other bar of interest to me (Pizza was the family dinner, so Hoops seemed redundant.) was Big Al's. It was too crowded for my taste. Who would have thought the Indoor Demolition Derby would be such a draw? But, I thought the night was turning around when an old friend saw me there.

Needless to say, the tax refund was about gone, but I do feel a bit cheated in terms of debauchery. She asked if I wanted to go to VIP, and I said yes. Too bad it took forever to scrounge up the funds to do so. What was worst was that she was running the clock instead of the club. Time is money. It just happened to be dedicated with her wanting to focus on the past six years since I left Peoria instead of grinding on me. I suppose that is about the cost of therapy.

She was kind to me and we did enjoy some "Highlander: The Series" conversation. Of course that means she had no respect for the films or movies in general, so no Podcast number boost from that.

She did her best to ensure me that I am doing fine. There was an expression that me being single for the past two years shows my strengths. My life style of appreciating strip clubs was also applauded regardless of my age. I think she was encouraging me to give the Silver Bullet a chance. In the end, my comfort was what she seemed most concerned about.

It is great to know that people want me to be happy, but it feels like they expect me to just accept that it is as good as it will be. Ambition is frowned upon. This makes me feel like a bad bet. My friend mentioned how she wished that we had rich parents. Well...mine were not when I grew up.

Outside of my wrestling career, I cannot say that I have had a chance to fail. And when it comes to my wrestling career, I cannot say that my parents were supportive of that.

It is not just my folks, but my friends before I moved to Champaign-Urbana ignored my efforts to make a bad movie and the time I put into the wrestling career. I am either socially inept (probably) or a broken person.

Ally was great to me this weekend and wants me to succeed, but she just came up with a lot of wishful thinking. Or maybe I am just too good at arguing. Blue Chew will not sponsor me because I ask was one of the things I had to explain to her.

I did visit Stacia's grave and left with some wisdom, I think. Help is something I am desperate for. It may not be towards my art, but I think I found a way to try and be better that is affordable/justifiable.

With that said, if you brain is where mine is at, take Marty & Sarah's advice and visit nami.org. That is my best effort for a transition towards the draw of the blog.

WRESTLING! YAY!

The Disgruntled's Real Men's Tag Team Power Rankings (03/15/2022)

The Number 1 Tag Team in the World:
SmackDown Tag Team Champions:
The Usos: Jimmy and Jey Uso

• They had successfully retained their championship against WWE's greatest tag team, The New Day, to start the year. The New Day is currently out of the scene after Big E's broken neck.
• The SmackDown Tag Team Championship has been previously recognized as the Disgruntled's Real World Tag Team Championship.
• They did vanquish the other remaining tag team of significance on SmackDown, The Viking Raiders.

The Number 2 Tag Team in the World:
AEW World Tag Team Champions:
Jurassic Express: Jungle Boy and Luchasaurus

• The AEW World Tag Team Championship was the most recent DRCW Real World Tag Team Championship.
• This was well booked, but it is a team with a Shawn and Marty vibe. They will need to beat all comers (the dream opponents for the Lucha Bros.) to make this reign stand the test of time.
• They have met a greater challenge than any The Uso's have faced after defeating both ReDragon and the Young Bucks. But with Fenix injured and Santana and Ortiz embroiled with the Jericho Appreciation Society, I do not know who is available and worthy to take the titles off them.
• They are the DRCW Unified Gnarly Men's Doubles World Champions.

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  *This blog post was started on March 6, 2022.

Time Won't Give Me Time: But Men's Wrestling to Rate.

I am currently a month ahead of my podcast schedule, but what has that gotten me? Perhaps the retail hours can be blamed. Thanks to Fite TV for letting me at least get my wrestling fix. When you do not get home till 8 pm, you will not have the time to play video games or watch those longer movies. 

The latter is not necessarily true. Redbox promo codes have given me the opportunities to catch up on all the fall movies that are not streaming. There will be a podcast for one of them in the future. Too bad "Last Night in Soho" does not fit the criteria. Do I know what I would do to edit that down? No, but it gives me a chance to rewatch the Cornetto Trilogy. Maybe I can make something out of the under appreciated "Paul".

Speaking of under appreciated, I ended up going on the worst Tinder date to date. It was a lot of trauma discussion from her unwanted beginning to being abused by every Western religion. She should be proud of surviving this, but it seemed that she wanted me to accept all of mine. Maybe I should have been more insistent that she listen to "NinetyForChill.com: The Podcast" or read "MainEventOfTheDead.com" to give her a clue of how I work. There is a part of me who wants to embrace all of my trauma, but not get over it.

To her credit, she wondered why I have been single for two years (let alone near decades with that status). She was quick to discuss wanting us to watch "Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings", so I thought I at least got a friend out of it. This may allow me the direction to find what I am looking for. I had to drive to Danville for this date, so after we paid our checks, she told me to "text" her when I got home.

She said text, but meant Tinder message. I get home, get comfortable, and got to find out that she had unmatched me. So much for feeling like the trip was worthwhile. Facebook sympathy and the chance to flip off the Freedom Convoy cannot warrant the gas.

And the irony, I have gotten the invite tonight to the girl I have been doing my best to flirt with (Probably why I am single. Talking up a game is tough.) to see her new place. Of course, I had to tell her that it was AEW Revolution tonight. If I have let wrestling take up so much of my time to this point, why should I change?

Change. Am I capable of that?

The Disgruntled's Real Men's Wrestling Power Rankings (03/06/2022):

It is five till 7:00 pm CST. I still have to air fry my guilty wings, so it will be interesting if I can get this typed up before any title changes at Revolution. Personally, there are not any championships that I would change tonight. This post should be right by the time the pay-per-view ends. Whoever wins the "Face of the Revolution" Ladder Match may make it. Otherwise, the post will be a sad look back on the WWE stalwarts being buggered by poor booking.

The Number 1 Men's Wrestler in the World:
AEW World Champion: Hangman Adam Page

• He is the Current Disgruntled's Real Men's World Champion.
• He defeated Bryan Danielson in a title rematch after an hour draw.
• He defeated Lance Archer in a Texas Deathmatch for the AEW Championship.

The Number 2 Men's Wrestler in the World:
IWGP World Champion: Kazuchika Okada

• The IWGP Heavyweight Championship has represented the Disgruntled's Real Men's World Championship.
• Since defeating Shingo Takagi to win the title, he retained the championship by defeating Will Ospreay the following night, and defeated Tetsuya Naito to retain the championship in February.
• He is currently waiting on the winner of the New Japan Cup as his next challenger.

The Number 3 Men's Wrestler in the World:
WWE World Heavyweight Champion: Brock Lesnar

• The WWE Championship has represented the Disgruntled's Real Men's World Championship.
• He has won the WWE title twice since January 1st.
• He may unify and there for legitimize the WWE Universal Championship.

F4WOnline: Matt Cardona wins NWA World Heavyweight title