Hello and welcome to the first installment of “Pro Wrestling Desecrated” where we’ll take old pro wrestling magazine covers and try to be funny by changing up the text. Sometimes it will be smarky headlines, sometime silly ones, but usually ones that amuse me and no one else. Maybe if we get really lucky, you’ll laugh once or twice too.
We’ll also occasionally present original wrestling-related comic strips, poems and absurd true-life pro wrestling history lessons, and I’ll even blackmail some of my pro wrestling pals to contribute their own wrestling magazine cover desecrations. So let’s get this jibber-jabber out of the way and proceed to the desecrations, shall we?