Check it out, the lamer version of me

Inevitably when the new year begins, all gyms generally experience an influx of new goers, no matter how small a gym is, like my small but serviceable work gym.  There’s this one guy that I’ve noticed being new to the gym in my building, primarily because he’s Asian, and there are maybe like 3-4 of us in this entire building that I’ve bothered to know exist.  He’s probably around my age, give or take five years, and it seems like that he must have been casually active prior to coming to my gym, since it’s not like he’s a fat blob or anything.

But what has caused this guy to become the subject of a brog post is typically what lots of things elicit from my head do that ultimately end up as brog post fodder: questionable annoyance.

Basically by virtue of being Asian, going to the same gym I do, doing a few exercises that I do, having a similarly intended hairstyle as I do, and even wearing Jordans to the office, I’ve decided that this guy is basically a lamer version of me, ripe for criticism and immortalization in my brog that nobody reads.

Hear me out though, he’s not a lamer version of me just because he’s not actually me, it’s just that he falls overwhelmingly short in the world of standards that he isn’t aware of that I’ve set for him, making him, the lamer version.

For starters, the guy seems to barely works out for more than a half hour whenever I’ve seen him.  He does one set of a variety of things, and if there’s one thing that’s been engrained into me from exercise is that sets and repetition is where growth is, and the fact that lame me is doing one set of a few things, and then wraps it up, to me, seems like a tremendous waste of time and effort.  Like today, he did some dumbbell curls, walked on the treadmill for like five minutes, did some assisted pullups, and used the rower machine which is always a surprise because I was convinced for the longest time nobody but me used it in my building, which adds to his list of commonalities with me.

But when I hit the lockers after wrapping up my workout, he came in to start dressing out, which perplexed me considering how deep into my workout I was in when he even showed up in the first place.  Lame me couldn’t have spent more than like 20-25 minutes out on the floor, to which has me thinking, why even bother coming to the gym for such a short and inadequate workout?  Could it even be called a workout?

Additionally, lame me didn’t even shower.  I get that he had what could barely be construed as a workout, but he still went through some physical activity, and I know myself, it takes next to nothing in order for me to get a sweat broken, especially if I’m mentally prepared to workout.  And if I sweat, I want to shower, and the shower is almost as important and critical to the whole ritual of hitting the gym, to the point where if showering is not available, then the workout as a whole, can be in question on if it will even happen.

But lame me goes straight to the locker, and starts pulling out his clothes and gets right back into his office slave garb, content to be potentially sweaty and potentially stinky from exercise.

And this is where I notice his choice of sneakers, which are a two-tone navy and white Air Jordan 1’s, the best shoes there are.  Now I typically save my J’s for special occasions, but I do rock my Pandas as my daily shoes, to which Dunks are basically J1 clones, so lame me also shares a similar aesthetic when it comes to sneakers, annoyingly adding to the correlations that make him, a lamer version of me.

So to summarize, man is Asian, goes to my gym, does a few similar exercises that I do, tries to wear his hair similarly to how I do, seems to like the same shoes that I do; but works out significantly less than me, doesn’t shower, and based on his conversations in the locker room with company that I wouldn’t keep, seems to kind of be an Uncle Tong right-leaning Republican.

In conclusion, a lamer version of myself.  And to anyone who understands the gif above, I wouldn’t really lose any sleep if a similar fate happened to my lamer version as what happens to Harold and Kumar’s.

Once again; the path to the IWGP World Championship has been opened up

WCPW: Miro AKA Rusev finally released by AEW after contentious dispute

Man, how quickly time flies sometimes.  Much like seeing the end of a professional athlete’s contract, it’s hard to believe that it’s already been five years since Miro, formerly Rusev in the WWE, jumped ship to AEW and is already on his way out.

Most of my zero readers know how much of a fan I was of Rusev, to the point where I didn’t really speak ill of his jump to AEW, and desire to see him succeed there as well, just because I liked the guy.

I was genuinely happy for Miro when he won the Popeyes TNT Title from Darby Allin, giving him his first championship with the company, hopefully to be of many, but we all know how that all turned out.  Like many have witnessed throughout the years, once the luster of newness wears out on whatever big acquisition AEW has, Tony Khan has absolutely no idea what to do with all the talent he amasses, and in some cases, guys take the time to rest and recover from their choice of lifestyle as professional wrestlers, but in lots more cases, talent just sits and rots, and become reliant on independent bookings or wrestling at Flatbacks or Natalya’s new Dungeon in order to keep their skills sharp.

Miro kind of falls into both categories, where he got hurt for some of the lengthy time in which he hasn’t been used and on television, but there’s also a tremendous amount of time in which the guy has been sitting around and doing nothing.  When careers head in this direction, it’s more of a disservice to keep a worker employed and doing nothing, versus giving them the release they want, and the ability to seek exposure and bookings from parties who want to use them. 

As DDP has opined numerous times, in this business, exposure is key, and every day when you’re not on television is writing your own death sentence, which is why he refused to sit and cash Turner paychecks after WCW was liquified, and opted to take a 50% pay cut but immediately be thrust into the WWE ecosystem.

Anyway, the wait is over, and Miro has been officially freed from the shackles of AEW, and the world has once again become his oyster as far as resuming his wrestling career.

So once again, I revisit this old post that I wrote in 2020 when he had been freed from the WWE, about how Miroslav Petrov Barnyashev is now free to fulfill his professional destiny of becoming the next great New Japan Pro Wrestling evil foreigner, but also become the IWGP World Champion along the way.

I don’t like my odds, seeing as how New Japan has kind of been swirling in mediocrity for quite some time now, having been gutted in talent by mostly Tony Khan and AEW, but from a holistic standpoint, I still think New Japan would be an incredible journey for a guy like Miro.  The man is monster worker with discipline and seeming tons of respect for the industry, which should lend him a quick path to earning respect in the Japanese puroresu scene, and as much as things change, there’s no changing something that ain’t broke in NJPW, by making an evil foreigner the threat to the world championship, and becoming a mountain for the next great Nippon hero to ascend and conquer.

I just think a guy like Miro could really thrive in a place like New Japan, and be the change the company needs to steer them away from the remains of Bullet Club and all their stale creative.  Miro could just be this monster from a foreign country to wreak havoc on the promotion, crush the G1, ascend to WrestleKingdom and demolish Hiroki Goto or whomever they have as the IWGP World Champion at the time, and become that insurmountable obstacle over the next indeterminate amount of time, before he’s ready to pass the title off to someone else.

But the reality is that he ends back up with the WWE.  He’s always a Triple H phone call away from being brought back in with a good idea, and whether it’s through NXT, or maybe a stop over at TNA, but I think for a guy as talented as Miro, all roads lead back to Rusev, and Rusev’s home is the WWE.

As a fan, I’d be stoked to see him back in the E, but one of these days, I’ll be even more pumped when I’m eventually right about calling one of these guys one day crossing the ocean and fulfilling their destiny to become the next great foreign IWGP World Champion.