I think it’s safe to say that Wrestlingmania is probably the most important event in wrestling entertainment. It’s the pay per view of pay per views and it’s the culmination of every story arc at one big show. If you’ve got a match at Wrestlersmania then you’ve got proof that your career trajectory is on the up and up. As a writer and performer (be it on a much smaller scale than anyone working for the WWF – except for my abs) I can only imagine the relief that one must feel at the end of the night of the big performance and the horrible come down of “Oh fuck I have to do this again tomorrow night”. That thought is definitely shared by not only the performers but the writers as well. I’m certain that the writers prepare stories months in advance but there’s no way to be sure of what can happen in the lives of the individual performers to keep those story lines concrete. Read the rest of this entry »
Posts Tagged ‘XPAC’
Hello faithful readers (all six of you)! It’s good to be back in the locker room. Smell that fresh air, look at those rug burns! You should maybe use some lotion. If I felt any remorse for taking a short break in writing about the 1999 season of the WWF I would say that I’m sorry but I’m not so suck it. During the break I recorded an EP for some guyz, and also did some podcasting with my friend John. You should go listen! And as always I’ve been watching a lot of wrestling but not writing about it as if I were some common non blogger. But now I’m back, I feel refreshed and I’m ready to inject a sense of irony into my wrestling blog like it’s never been done before. What could be a better episode to start back up with than WRESTLEMANIA!? Read the rest of this entry »
What happened at Valentines Day Massacre last week/last night? All that I can remember is that a giant guy (that seemingly appeared out of thick air) helped Stone Cold win his all expenses trip to Wrestlemania on accident. OOPS! Read the rest of this entry »
In 1999 there were only two choices for the viewers of Super Bowl XXXIII, watch the half time show put on by Gloria Estefan, Stevie Wonder, and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (Where do I sign up for that time machine?) or tune into Sunday Night Heat (you remember how in 1999 there were only the two television channels, FOX and USA) to watch The Rock and Man Kind duke it out in a one on one, pinfalls count anywhere, empty(ish) arena match.