Well SSS, your butter and soy boy Brent retired from flaming.
If you don't know Brent, he was an overweight independent circuit wrassler. He refused to blade. (running a razor across your forehead to draw blood) Instead he would roll out of the ring, then roll under the ring were he stashed a McDonalds quarter pounder, fries and milkshake. He would take a few bites to restore his energy then smash a ketchup pack against his head to simulate blood. Then roll back out. When he got tired he would roll back out, roll under the ring and dip the french fries into his forehead ketchup and eat them.
Most of the people who went to these matches were mentally disabled so they never caught on to what he was doing.
