A World Wrestling Entertainment music CD is bad. A WWE CD sung by the actual wrestlers is worse — much worse.

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It’s further proof that artists should stick to their medium, like grappling other oily, muscle-bound, speedo-wearing men.

“WWE Originals” is doomed to critical failure from the get-go. “Where’s The Beer” is a comedy sketch in which Stone Cold Steve Austin asks for beer (three out of five Stone Cold Steve Austin tracks are about beer and mayhem), then destroys an acoustic guitar because Stone Cold can’t rock with an acoustic guitar.

Other low-lights include “We Lie, We Cheat, We Steal,” a duet featuring Chavo and Eddie Guererro. Chavo and Eddie both proclaim to “have the Latin heat for the ladies,” whatever that means, in the most ridiculous accents since Speedy Gonzalez. Aye caramba.

The disc is awful, probably even to fans who spend hours upon hours reading wrestling Web sites, analyzing the last great male soap opera. It’s not that the wrestlers can’t sing or speak. Most actors can and perform very well at that. But the music and lyrics are so ugly and predictably homogonized.

Each rock track is loud and barbaric, assaulting not our minds, but our bleeding ears, as is the case with “We’ve Had Enough” by the Dudley Boys.

This is derivative, caveman-dude rock at its most belligerent. It takes the worst parts of Staind or Limp Bizkit and lumps them together with two professional wrestlers that know nothing about rapping.

This album sucks.