I'm appalled. At a loose end on a Saturday night, I flipped on the TV. I'm confronted by a Page 3 starlet and a lads mag cover girl, locked, gusset to quivering gusset, in some form of gladiatorial combat. Round 1 seemed to involve bondage equipment. Round 2 dispensed with any pretence of rules, and merely involved the ladies ripping at each others clothing. I presume if I had stayed for Round 3, I would have witnessed them knee deep in jello.
This spectacle took place in front of a baying crowd of mouth-breathers. Foam fingers priapically aloft, they bawled encouragement at their favoured bimbo. Small children waved hand written signs; goaded on by large American gentlemen in bad trousers.
This manner of Hell goes by the name of Celebrity Wrestling.
