Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
I both love and hate TLC. I love it for the action it brings. I hate it for the careers it shortens. However, with SmackDown on a bit of a roll when it comes to their big shows this was much watch TV, and while the carnage was at times tough to stomach, it was also damn entertaining.
The Cruiserweight Classic was brilliant. It not only had match after match of astounding quality but it told stories. From TJ Perkins beating the odds to Jack Gallagher becoming a star. It felt like the start of something special.
For the first time in its history NXT is going through a bit of a slump. The weekly interest in their television product seems to have waned, and it has been hurt by its top talent making the step up to the main roster. However, when it comes to TakeOvers Triple H’s lads and lasses have a near perfect record, and you would have been mental to bet against them going into TakeOver: Toronto.
Before I go into the nitty-gritty of my thoughts on ICW’s Fear & Loathing IX, I want to make one thing clear. What ICW have achieved is incredible. Their rise from community centre misfits to one of the best wrestling companies in the world will never be repeated, and nothing I say here will change that. I am at the heart of things a fan and Dallas and everyone else involved can be damn proud. However, a  couple of thousand words of me kissing their arse isn’t that exciting so let’s get on with the review.
Gong. No sound will ever mean more to a WWE audience. Not the glass smashing and not the squeal of guitar at the start of ‘Cult of Personality’. Because no matter how successful The Rock or Stone Cold or CM Punk are, they are not The Undertaker and never will be.
I don’t know how but it’s November and WrestleMania season is suddenly on the horizon. Undertaker is popping up on SmackDown and rumours abound of who is being set up with who. One rumour that has been whispered on a regular basis is whether a certain Hulk Hogan will return for the Superbowl of professional wrestling.
Hell in a Cell. Four words that if WWE had their way would send shivers down your spine. It’s meant to be the ultimate feud ender. The one that leaves its participants broken, beaten and begging for psychiatric help; which is why holding a yearly event based around the theme feels weird. We’ll ignore that, though, and instead get on with our review of Raw’s latest PPV.
If you were asked to sit and list horror films that seemed ripe for adaptation on the small screen, well you’d have been quite far down that list before Wolf Creek popped into your mind. While there are certainly horror series a hell of a lot worse than those violent Australian slashers they can hardly be called remarkable. However, maybe it is that which makes it perfect for adaptation.
The build up to No Mercy wasn’t exactly an easy one for WWE’s blue brand. The circus that is the American presidential debate saw them move the main event into the opening slot on the card while Becky Lynch’s injury meant a late change to the Woman’s Title match. For a show which is already quite thin on the ground, SmackDown was suddenly even shorter.
For good or for bad reasons, more eyes are on TNA than have been in a long time. The good nearly all comes from the deranged minds of Matt and Jeff Hardy while the bad comes from the news that a certain McMahon is after the company. Whatever the circumstances, it meant Sunday’s Bound For Glory was the biggest PPV they had held in a long time.
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