The Disgruntled's Real Championship Wrestling

I, "The Student of the Game" Russ Stevens, will be giving my opinions about pro wrestling as someone who the Downstate Illinois scene did away with when I was tired of playing "wrestler" and was locked out for calling out the socially unacceptable behavior. While pursuing the dream, I missed Ruthless Aggression. Thus, my indie tape/DVD library and indie attendance became the basis of what I like in. This blogger hopes to educate/correct you about what you should expect from wrestling today.

Monday, November 30, 2020

In the Box Too Long: Schrodinger's Undesirable Cat is Undenyingly Tripping Balls

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Monday, November 18, 2019   Enter the dream state of a guy who spent the better part of a year determining if I was alive or dead to the wor...
Tuesday, November 24, 2020

James Gunn's "Slither" - A Cronenbergian Successor to "Gremlins"

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  Racism Can Play in Peoria. What About Your Local Wrestling?  *Blog post started on November 24, 2020. I think we will get into the post...
Monday, November 23, 2020

"Siberia" - Manitoba Makes It Look Too Nice

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 The Elite Disgruntled’s Real World Heavyweight Championship Title History *Blog post started on November 23, 2020. Did I start thinking th...
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Professional Wrestling's Premier Cubs Fan. At least that's a title I can be proud of.

Despite all the guilt, grief, and other such garbage (yes I am a fan of alliteration), I think I am a pretty likable guy. Most of my friends will agree with that statement. It is like being the "All Employees" sign in a restaurant's restroom. People are glad I am there as they assume everything is right with the world.

Until I accidentally met the coolest person I'll ever meet, Stacia Hardin (hey, I prayed all the time, but haven't shaken Jesus's hand), I kept to myself to focus on my goals. When I lost touch with her, I was lost, so my buddies decided to pull me out of my little world and into Downtown Peoria.

So, I was introduced to adulthood (beyond that responsibility shit I've been faking since I finished Jr. College). And what can I say...

If I have the money I drink too much; buy 80's uberviolent action movies and extremely dark comedies; get tattoos of the works of my lowbrow icons; and curse the insignificance that leaves me as a aging shell of my aspirations, adrift in a shallow ignorant world.
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