Attention wrestling fans.
What? That’s not an exciting enough intro for you?
OK. How about this:
ATTENTION, COUCH-SITTING, FRITO-EATING, THUNDERBIRD-DRINKING, SUBLITERATE JERRY SPRINGER WANNABE RASSLING FANS, THAT IS, THOSE FEW OF YOU INTELLIGENT ENOUGH TO WORK A COMPUTER WITHOUT GETTING A BODY PART (which we’re all better off not knowing) STUCK IN THE DISK DRIVE.
Better?
Good. Because I am Owen “The Truth” Curtis, and you are about to read The Truth. In other words, you are about to be blessed. Immeasurably. Starting now.
Where shall I begin? At the beginning.
As you know, there is to be a new wrestling promotion that arises in the Rose City, also known as Portland. And as you also know, it is to be called … wait for it … Rip City Wrestling.
Wait a minute. Rip City Wrestling?
Rose City, Rip City, it makes no diff. None. You can call it Rural Championship Wrestling for all I care. The important thing is that you realize that I am the one who will be breaking the scoops around here. Dishing the dirt. Laying down the low down. Raking the muck. Am I clear?
Copacetic. (For all you pock-marked peons out there, that means “good.”) Because one of the biggest scoops of all is about to be broken, RIGHT NOW.
Are you ready for this? I mean, are you mentally prepared? To comprehend? The impact? Of the news that I am about to relate?
Rip City Wrestling — I would have called it Rose City rather than naming it after the catchphrase of worst team in the entire NBA — has signed a talent so stupendous that even the much-vaunted Double Eye never was able to get him under contract, despite that august federation’s many discussions with said superstar.
In fact, you should hold your applause until you are finished reading.
You ready? It’s me.
Owen “Truth” Curtis is coming to Rip City Wrestling, and he is bringing his spectacular array of technical and scientific talents to bear within the squared circle here.
You can breathe now.
That’s right. I’m coming to this promotion, hoping to give it the star power and athletic talent that it so desperately needs. After all, you can’t start off with a roster entirely filled with the Vinny Carmazzis of the world. You need someone who sells tickets. Enter me.
There’s so much more that I want to tell you all, but The Truth is like an expensive but utterly fulfilling ice cream. It must be spooned out slowly enough that it doesn’t give you a huge headache simply due to the blowing of your mind.
So adieu for now. Which means goodbye. Sheesh. That’s two dictionary-worthy words you didn’t know. Why, I’m improving your vocabulary already. You’ll graduate from CMT to CNN in no time, satellite watcher. I’ll wean you from moron culture yet.
Just keep reading me.