After roughly 1.1 million total votes throughout the ten days of Fug Madness, we finally have a champion.
There were upsets (who knew Brittany Murphy had legs in this thing?), there were Cinderellas (sweet Peldon, if anyone is likely to take that as a cue to wear actual glass slippers around town, it’s you), and there was agita and tears and regret from all the supporters of favorite fuggers who fell victim to our eventual finalists. Tough to say if it’s heartening or tragic for Chloe Sevigny that her supporters were so vocal in bemoaning her absence from the final game; her fair-and-square loss in the Elite Eight proves that, just as in basketball, what you’ve achieved before doesn’t matter if you don’t bring it on the day. Remember her fate this time next year, Chloephiles — your votes do count.
And yesterday, 69 percent of them counted in favor of our first-ever Fug Madness champion. From the brutal Charo bracket, past challengers like Tara Reid and Sevigny, Phoebe Price and Mary-Kate Olsen, comes your glorious champion –our very own version of the four horsemen of the apocalypse but with about 24 personalities instead of four steeds.
Yes: BAI LING.
[Photo: Splash News]
Whether you are crying over spilled Sevigny or had your money on Sharon Stone, at the end of the day, it’s impossible to deny that the title sits well on Bai’s semi-nude shoulders. Her fug reigns supreme because it is supreme; she certainly worked hard for it, and worked it hard. The best part is how she’s standing there all defiant, like, “What, lensmonkey? Are you not used to lace bodystockings and turbans? Well, when Madonna is elected president in 2020 and this becomes our National Guard uniform, you will not be so SMIRKY, you sad shutter-clown.”
Well, except, it’s Bai Ling, so that would come out sounding more like, “Loving darling, I am moving through light in the haze of……what? Dancing with sweat to celebrate, all hail, and salute the singing future of clouds. Do you fallow me? HELLO!”
Congratulations to her, and to runner-up Victoria Beckham, who scored the unlikely upset of a devastatingly strong and Peldon-killing Sharon Stone. You all fugged hard, and we look forward to what you can achieve in a comeback campaign in Fug Madness 2009.
And for those of our readers who love an incredibly cheesy (and slightly grainy) post-tournament tribute reel, we’ve prepared a video treat, replete with all the intentionally ridiculous special-effects we can muster on a dime budget:
Okay, so part of that is a bit of an inside joke for fans of actual March Madness, BUT, we promise, you don’t have to care about basketball to appreciate the power of some campy editing and heartfelt vocal fromage. And this is the best of the best, in that regard — the awesomely terrible musical equivalent of shoving your face into a table-sized wheel of cheddar. If you feel like you’re overdosing, make sure you get as far as Courtney Peldon before you flee. You won’t be sorry. (Well, you might be, but we doubt it.)
Thanks to all of you for indulging this crazy whim of ours, for voting like crazy, and for providing us with such witty, amusing, delicious comments. Our readers rule, and now, so does Bai.