So this is a fairly momentous occasion. This past two weeks or so I was unexpectedly coerced back into the fake fighting universe by a somewhat serendipitous confluence of events. It wasn’t the first time I decided to tune into WrestleMania out of sheer morbid curiosity--Stephen and I convened for last year’s WM as well but mostly because it was a stacked card and also because it was in Miami and because THE ROCK, THAT’S WHY. This year it was much more about morbid curiosity than genuine interest.
Then, the next night, something happened. Raw was WAR again, if only for one night. Apparently, the oodles of European and Northeastern smarks that tend to convene every year at the one wrestling event that seems worth paying money for anymore (if for no other reason than to cross it off your list of things to do before you die) stuck around to make this year’s “Post-Mania Raw” as special as last year’s. And boy did they outdo themselves. But we’ll get to that later.
The point is that as I watched the clips of the show and heard the echoes of “best Raw crowd ever” reverberating through the internet, I was reminded of why I used to love wrestling in 1998, 1999, 2000, and even a little bit in 2005 and 2006 (mostly TNA in those days). Until now, the last time I watched a full episode of Raw was when ECW was making its initially brilliant and potentially glorious but ultimately horrendously bumbled return and the last time I watched an episode of Impact was right around the time Vince Russo took over and transformed it from a poor man’s ECW to a poor man’s WCW.
The thing about wrestling is that until you immerse yourself in it, it’s really hard to care about it, even if you love it (OK, that made more sense in my head). In other words, until you start watching it every week and getting invested in the storylines and characters, it’s hard to muster up the desire to care about any of them, even (especially?) as someone who obsessed over it during the Attitude Era because every new guy just seems like a jobber or a douchebag until you actually get to know him. I used to think Dolph Ziggler was the stupidest character ever until I actually started watching him work and realized how insanely talented he is. I never really got on board with Brock Lesnar until I saw what he can do in MMA and then saw him work at this year’s WM. The list goes on and on. The point is, I have a lot of catching up to do and after this year’s Post-Mania Raw, I finally had the desire to do it.
All this is basically a roundabout way of saying that this blog will feature a LOT more fake fighting in the coming weeks and months (however long it takes before I once again grow tired of being constantly disappointed by wrestling) including (ideally, if I can stay on top of my shit) weekly roundups of WWE and TNA, posts about the ghosts of wrestling past (favorite matches of all time, greatest wrestlers of all time, awesome moments of the Attitude Era, stuff like that), and our brand new wrestling podcast entitled THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE featuring special guest star GORGEOUS GEORGE! (No, not the real Gorgeous George, you idiot. He’s dead.) For now, let me do a little quick catching up before I start reeling off these weekly roundups...