By Polly “Avalanche” Hughes
A man called Sting. A man called Sting. That was the best song on that Slam Jam CD. I still blare it in my car and usually loop that song. Do you blame me? Would you rather listen to “Mr. Bang Bang”? I don’t ever want to meet a man named “Mr. Bang Bang,” because you know you’ll be walking funny afterwards.
The WWE is putting Sting in the Hall of Fame, but he’s only been in the federation for less than 3 years and hasn’t done much. Triple H (HHH) beat him at Wrestlemania, which he had to. As y’all know, Triple H’s ego is so large that he cannot handle not being in the spotlight…and you wonder why the ratings are sinking. Sting should have been given a real run, but now an injury has put him on the shelf. In and out of the WWE quicker than Goldberg can beat the Brooklyn Brawler.
I am a huge Sting fan. I went to many WCW PPV events with the Sting face paint. I once lowered myself from my roof and my idiot husband, James, dropped me and I broke my ankle. Thankfully, I had the baseball bat in my hand and bonked the moron in the head when he came to my side. Although many disagree with Sting being in the hall of fame, but they own WCW and therefore, WCW is part of the federation and Sting was the face of that federation for years. Case closed.
Now, next hall of fame consideration that I submit is Duke “The Dumpster” Droese. He used to “take out the trash” and this guy was held back, in my opinion. He should be a Hall of Famer.
