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.