ALMOST NOT EVEN RANT WORTHY
I swear I wasn’t planning on blogging.
Today, already going up on RELM’s temporary site, vincerussobrand.com, there was a great piece by Jeff Lane, and an entertaining piece of business from my trip to Lucha Underground last month. Nothing to do with laziness, I just didn’t want anything to get lost in the shuffle.
But, after watching the season premiere of Teen Mom last night, I went over and caught the last minute of RAW. Honestly, having been there and done that, I can’t even put into words what an absolute S*** SANDWICH the ending of that show was, leading into their biggest event of the year.
All I could think about was Ed and I, sitting in my house a week before Mania, and agonizing over every, little detail of the go-home show, assuring that it could be as picture perfect as possible. The two of us, going back and forth, making each other work, making each other think, making each other better, making each other strive to be the best simply because we knew that it was OUR NAMES on that show.
A !@#$% tug-o-war.
I can’t even fathom that. I can’t even put that in words. Fans want me to watch Raw, and critique RAW, how can I watch and critique something that those writing and producing care absolutely NOTHING about. What a waste of time. Last night with the season premiere of Teen Mom, and a two-hour Following on Fox, RAW wasn’t even on my radar for the night. There wasn’t one single second where I thought I was going to miss “something”, because “something” never happens on RAW. I haven’t watched for four straight weeks now, and I can tell you as sure as Rhianna is smokin’ hot----I MISSED NOTHING----NOT ONE DAMN THING.
You know what, the kids will all love WrestleMania this Sunday, every single one of them, Bobby, Sammy, Mikey, Cody, Jessica, Betty (I had to throw a Betty in there), and that’s all well and good for everybody involved, but, for a guy who HAD enjoyed wrestling for 25 straight years leading into Y2K . . . there is just nothing left . . . not a damn thing. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, the wrestling business has killed the wrestling business for its failure to “evolve”. Why haven’t they? Simply because they’re not smart enough to. When you have the same people, in the same places, doing the same things over and over again, it’s destined to just get worse, and worse, and professional wrestling has.
Yesterday somebody offered me a ticket to WrestleMania because I’m going to be in the area Sunday. The funny thing was, before they did so---they were actually afraid to. They knew what my response would be . . . and they were right. Right now, at this point in time, the chances of me going to see a freakin’ ballet are greater than me ever going to see a WWE written/produced show . . . yes . . . including WrestleMania.