That right there. That image represents my interests in pop culture. It's a three-ring hippodrome. Venom symbolizes (symbiolizes?) heavy metal, Carnage betokens the horror genre, and hey, what are they doing? They seem to be engaged in a struggle. Could they be...wrestling? It's my block of text, so I say that they are, in fact, wrestling. To me, this ternion of hobbies makes logical sense. If I loved ghouls (I do), wouldn't it follow that I jammed out to Ghoul (I do), a death/thrash band?
In recent years, it has become fashionable for raw black metal projects to write songs about vampires with wacky, pretentious titles (personally, I favor Forbidden Citadel of Spirits' "Moonlight Cast Upon Thy Waters of Sorrow"). Wrestlemaniac is a 2006 slasher that blends arm drags and arms being dragged from their stumps. Point being! Well, I guess my point is obvious, so why is it so hard to find like-minded folks? I've met metalheads who can't stand horror films. And vice-versa. What gives?
Wrestling is an acquired taste. I can understand not jumping into that cesspool, although I could make the argument that watching old episodes of Nitro is no different than watching a b-movie. Still, I get it. This business about metal and horror...guys, they are made for each other. Peanut butter and jelly! Burgers and fries! Yikes pencils and blowjobs!
I had to get that off my chest. I've got a Blood Capsule and another Cannibal Corpse review in the convection oven. Stay fucked!
PS-I haven't actually seen Wrestlemaniac. I apologize.
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