When Stardust and Goldust became heels a few weeks ago, my opinions on hating that Cody Rhodes had become Stardust did a 180 and I was onboard immediately. I made a mental note to dedicate my next column to THE BALLAD OF CODY RHODES.
This article, and the one immediately after it, exist in a weird little bit of continuity. Since the Royal Rumble in 1996 occurred on January 21st (the day before the Week 4 Raw) and the Clash of Champions occurred on January 23rd (the day after the Week 4 Nitro), we’re stuck in the middle of what could be described as a pre/post climax situation, or a active/reactive situation for those who like their terms less sexually-charged. When we get down to the whole description and analysis thing, I will be mentioning events that could be construed as ‘spoilers’ of the Royal Rumble PPV, as it is known in other pop culture circles. If you’re someone who tries to avoid spoilers, you can either watch the event yourself (on the WWE Network for only NINE NINETY NINE) or wait for the follow up bonus article, which will be the Royal Rumble/Clash of Champions comparison. I don’t imagine many people read these things for it to really matter, but I just wanted to give a heads up before we begin.
I make no bones about the fact that football season is my favorite time of year. It gives a special sense of optimism that ultimately turns into despair that only the truest of Browns fans can endure yet enjoy. It also brings about a lot of enthusiastic fantasy players creating the ultimate team. For many, it’s not just football season. No sir, this is Shiva Season. (Thank you FX for creating The League!)
If there’s ever been a more poorly executed concept in wrestling history, it’s pretty much anything associated with Vince Russo. Otherwise though, it’s the stable. Ever since the time of the original Four Horsemen (Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard and Arn & Ole Arnderson) way back in the territory days every fed has wanted their own version of the wrasslin’ Justice League or, more commonly, Legion of Doom. It’s hard not to see why, given how much of the wrestling business is based around merchandising; if you strike gold with a good concept, that’s more T-shirts, action figures, DVD’s and (most importantly) tickets you can sell. With a stable it’s even better, because ideally you’re selling the stable as well as the individual members of that group, meaning even more money on top of that. WWE, WCW, TNA, ECW, even promotions in Japan have gotten in on it over the years, with varying levels of success.
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The Wrestling Classic (WWF) – November 7, 1985 – Rosemont Horizon (Rosemont, IL) – Main Event: Hulk Hogan (c) vs Rowdy Roddy Piper (WWF Championship) – Announcers: Gorilla Monsoon, Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Vince McMahon, Lord Alfred Hayes, and “Mean” Gene Okerlund.
I really don’t like one-event wrestling tournaments like KING OF THE RING, and THE WRESTLING CLASSIC is almost entirely taken up by a large tournament featuring 16 wrestlers. The problem with these tournaments is that either the matches are long, and the wrestlers get burnt out, or they’re short and the fans might not be properly entertained. The more matches you have, the more downtime there is between matches.
That said, THE WRESTLING CLASSIC is surprisingly enjoyable. Things move fast and there’s a wide variety of matches (short, technical, brawls), and the sheer old schoolness of much of the event (the Rosemont Horizon looks, feels, and sounds like…
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Another week gone by, another week closer to death.
In episode 4, Thomas and I review WrestleMania 29. Or is it NY/NJ? Also, I profess my love of Ryback, Thomas gives the Big Show all the props he never gets, we preview Extreme Rules, Thomas makes a case for The Undertaker to headline WrestleMania for the rest of his career, discuss The Rock’s injury, Paul Bearer’s passing, our mutual hate of the WWE app, Thomas vents his frustration with the tag team division, and I explain how Road Dogg is a black man trapped in a white man’s body. Ring the bell or feed us more!
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WrestleMania XII (March 31, 1996) – Arrowhead Pond (Anaheim, CA) – Main Event: Shawn Michaels vs. Bret Hart (Iron Man Match for WWF Championship) – Announcers: Vince McMahon, Jerry “the King” Lawler, Mr. Perfect, Todd Pettengill, and Dok Hendrix (aka Michael Hayes).
After the celebrity indulgence of WRESTLEMANIA XI, WRESTLEMANIA XII puts the big spotlight back on the wrestlers, featuring a 60-minute Iron Man Match between Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels for the WWF Championship. It’s a smart move – if you really want people to keep coming back for the product, you have to hook them on the product instead of the accoutrements, and there’s no better way to figure out if someone is a wrestling fan than sitting them down and having them watch the Heartbreak Kid and the Hitman wrestle in their prime.
I kinda love WRESTLEMANIA XII – it’s far from the best WrestleMania of all…
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In the debut episode, Tom and I listen to some music but mostly we talk about Katherine McPhee, Kelly Clarkson, cheese fries, how to turn your man on, American Idol’s faults, R. Kelly’s trash not being taken out, Karen Gillan and Selfie, Louise Wener, Donald Glover’s feelings, Taylor Swift’s Saving Jane knock off, as well as musical observations!
R. Kelly – Real Talk
Saving Jane – Girl Next Door
Childish Gambino – III. Telegraph Ave. (“Oakland” by Lloyd)
Katherine McPhee – Some Boys
Junior Senor – Move Your Feet
Sleeper – Sale Of The Century