This could/should be a new column, but I need to cool it with creating new columns. Basically, these are my scattered thoughts on the most recent happenings within the world of AEW (All Elite Wrestling). Do any of you remember my old, ollllllllld Parts Unknown column? I do not wish to put spade to earth and quarry the scraps of editorials past, but I remain a wrestling humanoid (read: nerd). For nearly two decades, there existed a void where a promotion once stood. Once WCW was cleared out, Vince McMahon was given free rein with domestic viewers. It was clear, however, that he could not hold onto those eyeballs.
I feel like I'm starting too wide. I'm being too general. For fuck's sake, all you need to know (and you may already know) is that fans were dying for something fresh to watch. WWE programming is stale. Formulaic. I was going to employ blue humor, but I'll spare you. I will neatly flank the edges of a "dry vagina" joke. You'll never know what I almost typed! At any twat (pull yourself together, Dom), AEW's Dynamite has a distinct flavor. Of course, it's their flagship show, although its Wednesday night time slot pits it against NXT, WWE's third-tier brand.
Speaking of NXT, I dig it! Quite a bit, actually. Because I do have the WWE Network, I can watch both programs. Overall, I prefer AEW. This is in spite of the fact that NXT possesses the best female worker on the planet (she's in contention for "best worker," regardless of gender) - Io Shirai. Where am I going with all of this drifting burble? I. Don't. Know.
I do know that next week, I'll be far more specific with my pro-wrestling prattle. They have probably looked into this, but does anyone know if Shirai needs a green card?
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