Wolfie? He admitted it. It. Yes. IT. He. Admitted. It. He tried to play it off that he was down for it to happen as a lowdown joke to try and still be cool, but we all know that when it did, he was crying and begging for it to stop or more likely, rolling his eyes into the back of his head so far, he could see God but when he tried to talk to Him, all that came out was pleasurable inane babble. .
It happened. It happened. A million times it happened. Its nothing about a gun running out of bullets; its about a black man going limp after orgasming in the anus of a man probably twice his size and running out of lower pelvic muscle contractions.
It happened, guy. And for all the years that you defended this Starrcade no-showing pill popping lazy Cowardly Lion-looking motherfucker online would have been absolutely lauded as being commendable if it were done for any other cause, but Kevn Nash gave Greg Lansky the idea for BLACKED, and with this revelation and admission, is no longer worthy of being defended, never mind looked at with dignity. Its official. Its over.
....yet here you are. Still. The curtain has come down, we're filing out of the theatre after the lights have gone up and "KEVIN NASH WAS RAPED IN THE SUMMER OF 1992" is playing on the screen for the entire end credits as "Cotton Eye Joe" blairs. We're all now at the bar across the street discussing out thoughts and favourite parts of the saga as its concluded, but you're still in your seat crying with soggy popcorn.
You can....y'know, just walk away.
