What even is his wrestling stuff? A podcast?
Oh, you sweet summer child. You may have seen 2 Girls 1 Cup, but you still have your innocence yet.
Can I be the one to shatter it? I dare not. I know not that I have the fortitude to link you to any of the number of videos in which a large man--or some might call it a man--with a face of shining silver and clad head to toe in an entire bolt's worth of purple spandex, strained to its utter limits--launches himself at an enemy, letting forth a cackle that is not blood-curdling but unearthly, eerie. The enemy is not worthy of discussion here, but it shall be noted would be invariably slimmer than its foe.
Ah, but the abomination had humble origins. At first, 'twas only a harmless dig at the copyright protections surrounding any attempt at a fan's loving recreation of WWE wrestler Stardust. The only option was parody, and so this option was taken, tho' Sterling could at any time have seen the wisdom of refusing to leave well enough alone, just this once, and sparing the eyes and minds of the young and ill-informed from the horrors that were, as we know, to eventuate.
But lo! So James willed it and so the parody must happen. And then! unexpected by anyone, the parody took upon a life of its own, even until it had gained its maker some little renown, and not a few independent wrestling gigs. It took the amateur wrestling of the Americas by storm, and legend has it that they still do not know what to make of it. The parody had become reality; reality, a shocked and neutered bystander, felled by this turn of events in a manner from which it could never recover. Kiwifarms and its people could only stand with reality, alternately to comfort it and to lol.
As to the rest, I will only tell you this one thing: his name.
Sterdust! Pray you never see him coming, that you never have cause to shout it; for it does not enrage him, does not weaken him--no: it does nothing but empower the beast! Brought forth by its own hype machine, fed by fans and recognition, thus it shall continue.
Will it die before its maker? Will he ever be laid low, shunted far and away in both time and place from the assaults upon the eye and the imagination (to which nothing was left)?
As quoth Poe's raven: "Nevermore!"
Tl;dr it's not a story the Jedi would tell you, maybe some enterprising Kiwis have some good gifs.
