Not Watching Blood Money III

So, the first show that came along was the Oil Rumble last year. At the time, I had a leg injury that kept me in bed, so I ended up watching what was ostensibly a glorified house show that was televised. For what it’s worth, I didn’t think it was a bad show or anything like that, but it ran longer than it needed to and for all the hype that was put behind it – mostly for the benefit of WWE’s new Saudi partners – the show certainly didn’t live up to it.

The second show, the WWE Crown Royal show which was the subject of heated controversy due to the assassination of a journalist that the Saudis were involved with, was a show that I didn’t – and to this day, still haven’t – watched. Taking the Saudis out of the equation, I had no real interest in watching a meaningless tournament conclude, nor did I have any interest in watching four old men fumble through a match and making a mockery of themselves. Even the Age In The Cage match between Hulk Hogan and Roddy Piper at Halloween Havoc 1997 had more dignity than this farce.
And so here were are with WWE Blood Money III, featuring a main event dream match between Bill Goldberg and the Undertaker where people have speculated what would last longer – the matches or the entrances. As luck would have it, this weekend is going to keep me very busy with family business and things of that nature, so that’s going to keep me from the nonexistent obligation of watching yet another Saudi propaganda piece by our friends at World Wrestling Entertainment.
This has nothing to do with any moral high ground or whatever malarkey you wish to throw out there. This is strictly a lack of interest at play here. The truth is that I missed quite a few WWE shows from the past year, owing to the fact that the few that I’ve seen as of late (with some exceptions) have been pretty mediocre showings. The WWE Network has a fantastic backlog of classic wrestling shows that I’ve been slowly, but surely catching up on… and the results of those viewings will be cataloged ever so briefly in future weekly wrestling musings… but when it comes to the more recent stuff… I find myself writing blog posts about my lack of interest in the shows than the actual shows themselves.
I’ve been reviewing some old blog posts in the past year and when it comes to the WWE product that’s currently on the air, I find that I’ve said more negative things about the shows than positive. In fact, as I’ve been archiving some of the old DTM Blog material for future reference, I realize that a lot of my writings on the show have been about how much WWE programming has sucked. Some of these going as far back as 2002.
That was not a pleasant revelation, kids.
At some point in time, I’ll probably elaborate on this subject a bit further. It could very well be the subject matter of a future DTM Rambles video… but as far as the main topic of this post goes, I’m probably going to skip out on this third Saudi offering. Lack of time and lack of interest being the main culprits… besides, there’s that Stomping Grounds PPV to look forward to.
Maybe… we’ll see.

Beyond The Grid… Lies A World Void Of Purpose

So the recent Beyond The Grid story-arc that has dominated the MMPR comic book series has concluded. This is the one with the ragtag band of Rangers who act almost nothing like their on-screen portrayals, the one with the OC ship that not only fulfills the diversity checklist just fine but also become Rangers themselves, the one with the somewhat inconsistent artwork (though to be fair, it only slightly got better towards the end), and the one with the ultimate drab and uninteresting storylines again.

I have somewhat soured on this story before it even became a thing, because it deviated from what the series is supposed to be focused on. And even though I wasn’t on board with it, I was willing to give it a chance. And to be fair, there’s a couple good points I could bring up. I like the idea of the Praetor being a fallen Morphin Master; I think there’s potential behind that idea that I felt wasn’t explored all that much here. And to be fair, this whole ragtag band of Rangers lost in time or whatever was something that could’ve made for its own series… its own series, I emphasize.

It’s just unfortunate that something with potential is squandered by what is essentially sub subpar fanfiction drivel… and I’ve written such drivel in the past, so I’d know. And after having to sit through a dozen issues of Kyle Higgins’ unapologetic Tommy wankfest, I would’ve liked to have seen something better and well… that’s not why I got.

But, hey. Issue 40 is supposed to jump us into the second season with a brand-new White Ranger guy and half the team replaced. Some would suggest that this is a return to form and it’ll be the usual suspects, but given how Boom wants to “swerve” fans for the sake of swerving fans, I’m wondering if I should even expect good things out of that camp.

Oh well, at least the secondary Go Go series is alright.

Thinking About This Brock Thing In Another Way

You’re Brock Lesnar. You’ve won Money In The Bank. You have your choice to cash in one of WWE’s two top champions. One champion is a geek with a red toy belt that you’ve held previously. The other is a World champion who tosses pancakes to the crowd. Do you really think they deserve to be taken seriously?

And then you find out you have a whole year to cash in. Do you cash in on the geeks for an easy payday or do you wait until someone else (presumably one with more name and box office value) wins the belt and you cash in on them for an even bigger payday?

So you wait… because you can. It’s in the contract you won. And then the company “condemns” you for waiting and treating the whole thing like a joke… even though they had no problem with you showing up late in the match where you won your contract that allows you to cash in at any point up to a year.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. This whole thing is a joke to you. You’re Brock Lesnar, the last big draw in WWE… at least as far as the old man is concerned. You play him like a fiddle; getting the best money deal with the fewest dates. Because in your mind, this company needs you more than you need it.

But that’s not important right now… hunting season is right around the corner and you need to tend to your farm. Maybe give Dana a call… see if he has the right deal for you to come out of retirement and fight that Cormier fellow.

That’s all I got. We’ll see how many people actual bother to read this whole spiel and how many people whine about too many words, but it’s something different, I guess.

Former CZW Champ Says To Vince, "Your Creative Process Sucks! CHANGE IT!"

Source: https://omny.fm/shows/talk-is-jericho/the-emancipation-of-jon-moxley

No time for anything worth a damn today due to a dentist appointment among other things, so here’s that one time Dean Jericho and Box Johnley talked about the terrible creative environment over at McWrestling. It doesn’t say anything new that has been touched on by everyone else in regards to the overall creative direction, but to hear those words from a guy who was one of their top stars (for whatever that’s worth these days) is validation to anyone who dared challenge the creative process and call it shit.

A genuinely good and enlightening listen that everyone who cares about quality storytelling in wrestling should take the time to check out.