Better late than never….WRESTLEMANIA REVIEW!!!!
April 7, 2008Wrestlemania struggled from the start as the show had a distinct lack of all things Snitsky…
I had a conundrum. I planned to write this column as part of my onslaught on the decline of pro-wrestling. Regarding how the WWE is no longer like days of yore. However, after watching Wrestlemania, I actually quite enjoyed it. I’ve not been able to say that about a wrestling PPV in a very long time. Wrestlemania can be a mirage. The more somebody follows wrestling, the more you realise a pattern. Vince Mcmahon builds up your expectations only to knock them down completely. As soon as you believe there is an upswing on the horizon, that’s when he throws in his most tasteless, boring, immature angles that dominate the programming.
I will allow myself to see the wood despite the trees of Vince Mcmahons insane management of storylines obscuring its view. Wrestlemania was good. It wasn’t the best PPV ever but it was certainly a romp. This does not mean that a lot of it is ridiculous. If people want to read about the quality of the matches , they can go to Dave Meltzer, but I’d like to corner the market in highlighting the absurdity of much of the proceedings.
Before the match, me and some buddies of mine got ready for the match. I’d love to paint a picture of “the lads” sat around, drinking beers, relaxing , getting ready to ridicule the proceedings. But no, as Lance Storm might say, wrestling is a serious business. Energy drinks and Green tea were the order of the day so we could be at our best to dissect the event. In order to justify watching the silliness of wrestling, once you get past a certain age, you have to watch it very seriously. Pointing out every nuance regarding whether a moment is a) The epitome of why you love wrestling or b) The epitome of why you hate it and how wrestling has changed. This is merely a thinly veiled attempt to inject some sort of integrity in such a clearly ridiculous life that keeps you up till 4.00 am on a Sunday morning watching some of the most farcical TV available.
To get us in the mood, we watched the hall of fame ceremony. It’s always nice to see the Rock come out but it’s hard to enjoy him as he only serves as a reminder of how bad wrestling is at the moment. Promos at the moment sound less like they are plucked from Hollywood, as they do when the Rock waxes lyrically. They now sound like they are plucked from an Vodaphone call centre. So to get Rock back for leaving, it is only fair to point out his faults: Despite inducting his father and grandfather, he practically ignored them, his dad looked like the most roided wrestler of all time and Rock appears to now have spray on hair.
On to the event. Wrestling looks really weird when it’s outside in the day time. Wrestling should only be a dark, seedy, secret and for over 70,000 people to be openly watching a midget being hit with a trash can, must play havoc with their integrity. The opening match was a Belfast Brawl. You could tell it originated in Belfast because the main weapon of choice, were Kendo sticks, Kendo sticks of course being the native weapon of Northern Ireland.
The best thing about this match is surprisingly, the midget Hornswoggle. Hornswoggle is Vince Mcmahon’s illegitimate son…or he might be Finlay’s illegitimate son. JBL has taken exception to this. A very complicated story which serves as a cover for the real motive: Vince Mcmahon thinks midgets getting beaten up is really funny. Therefore, every time Hornswoggle appears on screen, he is routinely destroyed by JBL. At first it feels tasteless, then this feeling of disgust only gets worse and worse. Then you reach a point where you can’t feel any more disgusted, so it becomes funny. Not that a midget is being beaten beaten up, but instead, the resilience of Vince Mcmahon. If a midget getting killed isn’t funny the first time, you can count on it being funny the 457th time. That’s a rule. Write it down.
Next came the Money in the Bank match. This is a car crash. A briefcase filled with rights to an automatic title match is hanging above the ring. 7 competitors have to fight to climb the ladders to retrieve the briefcase. This is a dangerous match, not just because of the ladders, but it involves 7 guys who are either on the cusp of making it big (CM Punk, Y2J, MVP) or on the cusp of getting completely lost in the shuffle (Ken Kennedy, Shelton Benjamin, John Morrison and Carlito). This means they all feel the need to “protect their spot” in the company. Therefore, they all annihilate each other to put on a spectacle that lies somewhere in between “wow that was awesome” and “Ewww, how did he do that”. The funniest to watch is Shelton Benjamin. Benjamin is the most natural athlete in the WWE, a former collegiate wrestler. He is amazing athletically but he has the personality of a sock. This means WWE has made so many attempts to give him a personality (BLONDE HAIR! AN OVERBEARING MOTHER! A HAWAIAN SHIRT!!!!!!!!!). All have failed. So he has fallen into his role, he rises to prominence once a year when he qualifies for the Money in the Bank match. Anybody sitting at home watching probably have at least the same odds of winning as he does. So everybody, including him knows the only reason he is there, is to take a completely sick bump off a ladder and try not to die. Overall though, the MITB match may be formulaic, and extremely gimmick reliant. But it is bloody brilliant to watch. This might be one of the least shame ridden matches at Mania as almost anybody could get enjoyment out of watching it.
Umaga v. Batista. The build up for this storyline in production meetings, went something like this.
Vince Mcmahon : “Oh crap, who is Batista fighting at Mania”
Stephanie Mcmahon : “Oh nobody he must have slipped our minds”
VM: “Who else isn’t fighting anybody”
SM: “Umaga”
VM: “Done”
The match psychology hinged on this nugget of gold: I CAN’T BELIEVE BATISTA WAS ABLE TO LIFT UP UMAGA…WHAT STRENGTH. I wonder what it will take for the WWE to finally be able to come to terms with Batista’s strength. That’s about four years now he has been shakily lifting up people who are bigger than him and landing as semi-botched powerbomb. There has to come a point where it becomes normality.
It was called a “Battle of Brand Supremacy” , it was really “A battle of two big lumps with no real place on the card battling it out over their fading legitimacy”. Batista won. Umaga now has to carry on his gimmick of being an unstoppable monster despite never actually winning.
Speaking of unstoppable monsters who never actually win, Kane is out next. To fight the worlds most bland wrestler, OOOOOOW CHAVO. Chavo Guerrero. He’s meant to be the closest thing to Eddie Guerrero left in the WWE, but it’s just a shame that I reckon even now Eddie Guerrero still has more charisma than him despite being dead. Kane won in 8 seconds, it says a lot about your place in the company if you can lose to Kane in 8 seconds. Chavo Guerrero , Eddie Guerrero’s cousin, is the type of guy who would make the Baldwin brothers look at the Guerrero’s and shock them at the massive divide in talent in the Guerrero family. The millions of wrestling fans who are bored stiff of Kane let out a sigh of relief, as Kane began the long walk to the slow back door for exiting wrestlers: The ECW title.
The next match was an odd one. Carlito was at dinner before a run in by a seagull occurred. The seagull and Carlito fought to a no contest. It was a longer match than Kane v. Chavo.
The Raven came out. Raven proved to everybody that TNA’s lighter schedule does wonders to the body of a professional wrestler. When Raven left the WWE he looked like a dishevelled pasty drug addict, now look at him.
A video of Ric Flair’s career is shown, despite it being an amazing video showing all the highlights of the greatest wrestling career ever, there is one image I can’t get over. The image of Ric Flair kissing Maria. Imagine if you were Maria, you show up to work “Hey , what am I doing today” . “Oh well you’re kissing Ric Flair”. Those are the type of things you have employment law for.
Ric Flair comes out, looking like an advertisement against a career in wrestling, but who can help but feel a tingle down their spine as the greatest professional wrestler ever ambles down the 3000 ft walkway to the ring one last time. It might not be his last match though, Mick Foley and Chavo Guerrero’s lawyers should be able to help him find a loophole in this whole “retirement match” thing.
When Ric Flair takes off his robe, it is clear that instead of trunks, he is wearing woman’s support pants in an attempt to suck in some of his repulsive 60 year old body. It doesn’t work and he still has a repulsive 60 year old body.
When HBK comes out it is clear that he has been fighting a battle of his own. HBK’s eyes fought each other in a retirement match and one has had to retire, while his hair appears to be one day away from retirement aswell. Fortunately enough, the showstoppas body is still alive and kicking, even when his face isn’t. I have to give credit to the WWE, this is a great last match for The Nature Boy to have. HBK is a safe pair of hands, even if they are covered in his shedding hair.
After Ric Flair loses, to take up some of the time of his 7 hour trek to the titantron, we are forced to listen to the Wrestlemania theme song. Nothing gets me more hyped for Wrestlemania than Snow (Hey Oh) by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Yes the garbage nu-metal they normally show is hardly brilliant, but at least it won’t send you drooling to sleep with a confused look on your face. Thank god this song is a grower as they play it 93 times throughout the evening.
Ok, Snoop Dogg comes out. He has 2 introductions to make to fulfil his role as the MC of the evening. He reads these introductions off a card and then sits on a grand chair to watch the Diva’s. To be fair to him, there was some gold written on the card , if he had commited his lines to memory he might have forgotten his key line “Fo shizzle ro shizzle dizzle”.
The Diva’s come out for yet another pointless match. It’s so hard to care about the diva’s after the age of 13 when you genuinely believe that this is one of your best chances to see a nipple. They need to make people care about them. My friend Nic has maintained for years that the only thing that could fix the womans division is just having two fat chicks come out and pound every diva into submission. At least some empathy would arise, the interest isn’t sustainable at the moment for the diva’s because it’s hard to feel empathy for a bunch of complete slags. The most enjoyable part of this match is not the “T + A” on display, but instead Jerry “The King” Lawler’s commentary. Maria, one of the diva’s has just appeared in Playboy. The King then asks J.R. excitedly, whether J.R. has read this months issue of Playboy. This made me think.
Is there any funnier image than J.R. masturbating? I know it’s crass but picture it in your head and try not to laugh.
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY I WANT TO WHIP YOU LIKE A GOVERNMENT MULE YOU JEZEBEL. MY GAWD THIS HAS BEEN A SLOBBERKNOCKER.
Diva’s matches are a pain as each diva is given one move-usually a head scissors, to sprinkle an ounce of integrity into their match. We are meant to be impressed every time we see them do a head scissors. It’s not actually that impressive.
Oh and there was a power cut. This terrified me as my thirteen year old self appeared and became convinced that this was the exact time we’d get to see a nipple…and there wasn’t even any light. There may have been a nipple, but we’ll never know and that’s the tragedy.
JKL got involved against Santino Marella in this match. Nothing is more pathetic than JKL getting involved in matches to defend the honour of the diva’s. He blatantly commits about ten counts of sexual harrassement, per diva, per day. To have him protect the diva’s rights on camera is a bit rich. JKL and Santino is clearly the feud that keeps on giving.
Snoop Dogg then kisses Maria. I can’t decide if that’s an upgrade on Ric Flair or not.
AT&T then do a poll concerning the winner of the WWE spinny title belt. Somewhere in heartland America, a father, already distraught at shelling out $40 for Wrestlemania, takes little Jimmy to the orphanage as he has phoned to cast a vote for a John Cena title win 50 times.
Now it’s everybodies favourite part of Wrestlemania…..
JOHN CENA’S PRICKISH ENTRANCE!
I have a theory that HHH writes John Cena’s Wrestlemania entrance every year, just so he can make sabotage Cena in order to make himself look cool. Cena came out to a marching band, kissing his dog tags and doing a Marine salute. I wonder why he’s not popular?
The psychology of the title match is clear. It is like a really long car ride. Mum and Dad are giving their son (Randy Orton) a big row for spilling his Fanta all over the backseat, but the more the argue, the more Mum and Dad start annoying each other. Mum and Dad then turn towards each other leaving their son completely out the firing line.
An all-time low was used in this match as the dreaded crossface (Chris Benoit’s finisher) was pulled out as a submission. It’s hard to add anything here except for a) it’s incredibly tasteless and b) how disappointed I was that J.R. didn’t get lost in the moment and scream “SHADES OF CHRIS BENOIT”.
The crossface was done as a response to the STFU, the whole match was built around the power of the STFU. Which is annoying considering it’s the second worst submission of all time after the Master Lock. In the end Randy Orton wins, rendering the whole bloody affair pointless. 92% of the AT&T customers who voted in were wrong. Perfect analogy for WWE year, charge fans for their opinion, then give them the least possible favoured outcome. It’s becoming annoying when HHH doesn’t win as it is clear that he will use a Mania loss as bargaining chips to ensure his stupid line ridden face can be constantly dominating the camera time for the rest of the year. Until his annual muscle tear at least.
Floyd Money Mayweather next. He is dressed like an ill advised little boy going as a pimp to Halloween and is drinking out of a goblet. As Big Show put him out into a chokeslam it looked like they were posing for a picture and Mayweather was part of the Make a Wish foundation. Mayweather showed how quickly he had learned wrestling as he put on the most electrifying move in sports entertainment-the sleeper hold- to the Big Show. It’s a move so lethal that just by doing it in the ring, it can kill a crowd of 70,000 people dead. All in all, Mayweather got more involved than I imagined.
At one point Tazz appears on camera, and I realised the best idea ever if you are ever fortunate enough to go to a wrestling event. Wear a black suit, orange Oakleys, orange shirt and an orange hankerchief. Then sit behind tazz and mimmick him all night.
Tazz may provide comedy, but if you like your commentators with a little less comedy. Perhaps a little less personality. Perhaps even no personality. Then you want Michael Cole and the Coach, who manage , no matter how long they commentate for , to sound like they are straight out of a video game. J.R. may be going senile, but at least he makes matches feel special. Michael Cole says about 3 things. For Undertaker’s matches you could get away with playing the commentary of the last undertaker match over the match and nobody would know the difference as all Michael Cole says is “Undertaker is the best pure striker in the business”, “He’s going old school” and “such athleticism from such a big man”.
Michael Cole may be boring, Jonothan Coachman is clueless. I’d like to end this column with a word of wisdom from The Coach, Jonothan Coachman regarding the main event loser, Edge.
“Everything Edge is doing, he’s doing for a reason”.
Brilliant.
(Shout out to my chums Ross, Grant and Paul for not only spouting out some inspiring witty comments during the marathon of viewing this show, but also making me feel like less of a secial leper while watching wrestling aged 22.)
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