Its a sad fact of human nature that in the last two decades, weve used the vast power of the Internet to do three things: look at naked people, hurl abuse at total strangers, and gossip about professional wrestling. If we can do two or more of those things at once, its a party. And wrestlers give us plenty of ammunition for gossip thats how the idea of the dirtsheet has remained so popular over the years. Written for the most part by fans, theyre the wrestling industrys equivalent of fanzines with the insider jargon and news of trade magazines and the relentlessly exploitative amorality of tabloids and now theyve moved from print to websites and mailing lists, their circulation only limited to people with a broadband connection. So while sixteen-odd years ago we had to watch backstage documentaries like Beyond The Mat and Wrestling With Shadows to get our wrestling scuttlebutt, in 2015 its only a click or two away, and available on your mobile phone. It's sometimes sad, sometimes cringeworthy: often tragic, the stuff of melodrama, even Shakespeare. But you dont have to scan through a motley crew of badly constructed sites with cut-n-pasted content. Want to know which performers have gone off the rails hardest and farthest since leaving WWE? Were here for you, people.
Professional writer, punk werewolf and nesting place for starfish. Obsessed with squid, spirals and story. I publish short weird fiction online at desincarne.com, and tweet nonsense under the name Jack The Bodiless. You can follow me all you like, just don't touch my stuff.
