I would like to apologize for inadvertently causing a rift in this week’s voting for the Sexy Wrestler of The Week. I’ll now explain what happened…
It was any other Saturday night and I decided I needed to have some spaghetti. I wanted a whole lot of it. I had forgotten to eat the day before and was too busy to have lunch. I was starving. I had to hide my tears from important people in my life. It was that bad.
I decided I would treat myself to a nice spaghetti outing at a sports bar in a town close by. I traveled thirty minutes to this place with an indescribable amount of joy in my heart. I finally arrived and had a seat at a table with a curious little marking on the white cloth. It looked like someone had drawn a banana or some sort of elongated veggie on it. The waiter asked me what I would like to “chow upon.” I blurted out “SPAGHETTI MAN” embarrassingly loud but he got the picture.
“We’re out of spaghetti, dude.”
I was stunned. I was about to lose my mind in that place and there was no stopping myself. I was fixing to have a very shameful experience.
“Just kidding. That’s a little joke that I like to say about food sometimes,” he responded happily.
That was just too much. What was this guy getting at? Why would you be such a weirdo? That night was rough. It was sandpaper.
He finally left after babbling on about how they make the sauce. I had to use the restroom so I went to the restroom and then I came out of the restroom after I used the restroom. It was a typical journey to the restroom… besides the group of guys who had to be in their late twenties wearing high school letterman jackets, smoking cigarettes, and arguing drunkenly about whether Ren and Stimpy originated the fart joke.
I sat back down and there it was. A smoking pile of spaghetti at my table. Ready to be “chowed upon.” Sports were being played on the big screen behind me. I didn’t care. I had everything I needed right in front of me. I began to become some sort of fat animal. The type you hear about living on farms, zoos, or in the wild. I was ravaging this spaghetti and I didn’t care who saw me. This was my escape.
As I was in a spaghetti-induced ecstasy, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see the bros from the bathroom.
“Hey, chump! Why are you eating my ‘sghetti?” This was loud and made the whole place get quiet.
“What are you talking about? This is my spaghhhhhwuuuuuhwwww?!” That was the moment that I noticed it. The drawing. It wasn’t on this table. My jacket wasn’t on the back of my chair. The waiter was putting down a bowl of spaghetti at the empty table next to me. I had sat at the wrong table when I came back from the restroom.
“Oh my. I am so sorry,” fluttered out of my mouth hole, as did a few noodles.
“That’s not going to get that ‘sghetti into my stomach, you twerp!”
“Why don’t you have the bowl that they just served fresh to my table?”
“I don’t want nothin’ from some little nerd boy like you. You probably cry a lot.” This was not rational thinking. I knew I was dealing with someone with problems far beyond me eating his food.
“Do you write for a website?” I thought that was a random question for such a heated moment but I managed to answer.
“Yeah. Wrestling On Earth. Check it out,” I told him. I always promote this site.
“You’re going to regret telling me that, bro.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m fixing to find a way to ruin your site.”
“Oh no! Please don’t.”
“I will! Now you best get out of here before I ruin your face too!” I ran away fast but not before I could grab my new bowl of spaghetti.
This leads me to now. This dark moment where I have to inform all of you that this week’s Sexy Wrestler of The Month was voted in by men eager to see my reputation ruined here. They voted for this guy so many times that there was no way any of your votes could have made any difference and for that I am sorry. I will always make sure I’m eating my own spaghetti.
Without further ado, this week’s (tainted) Sexy Wrestler of The Week is…
…Roderick Strong. Yes, they voted for Roderick Strong over and over until they had at least 700 votes in on him. Not that Strong winning is wrong in any way but they did it to ruin our democratic ways of electing the sexy. To take away from our fun. To make me look bad. These guys were dead set on ruining my life because I accidentally ate someone’s spaghetti. I am sorry it had to be this way.
Congratulations to Roderick Strong and the bullies that voted for him. I hope it was worth it. I really hope you are happy with yourselves. Next week, things will be fair around here like it was before the hacking and the bullying! Have a sexy week.