i.
Bruiser Brody
fought real dirty
passed away with great irony
bled dry in a shower
not understanding
the final words he’d ever hear
ii.
Rick Rude crudely
gyrates
his
hips
as grey muted house-
wives fantasize
of Shakespearean words
&
tangerine dreams
iii.
Andre buried his father
as any good son should,
gave his mother a kiss
upon the day of her birth
then lay down for a final count,
using as his coffin, the Earth.
iv.
it’s hard to say that Bret
is the Hart they screwed
as Owen is the first wrestler
to plummet to the heavens
v.
Miss Elizabeth
on the staircase
in an emerald dress
one white hand
holding a flute
of bubbly
she forges
a bloodless smile
and that is good
enough
for most men
vi.
Flyin’ Brian
is always dyin’
cause if that ain’t how you livin’
then you ain’t tryin’
vii.
the laws of collocation
dictate to the Von Erichs
that only one specific thought
can be contemplated
viii.
test, test, this is a test,
said the agent, winking,
as he handed Andrew
a gimmicked piss cup
ix.
he spit&smacked his gum far
beyond the clouds,
tossed his towel behind the back,
landing precisely on a star,
as God witnessed and remarked,
that was absolutely
Perfect.
x.
in some realm
Chyna, Luna, and Sherri
rule side by side
& there’s not enough
testicular fortitude
across the land
to do a thing about it.
The arena falls dark. A hushed murmur amongst the crowd. When the lights return, the babyface champion lays unmoving on the mat. Sameer Saklani stands over him. He takes the championship in hand and slowly raises it above his head. Hope and joviality leave the arena, as the crowd sits muted in stillness of realization. The rule of the Supervillain holds dominion over all.
