It’s summer… which means Summerslam is around the corner… but then again, it’s been Summerslam for a month or so, so… in any event, every other day, I’ll post a write-up on a Summerslam, starting from the first and ending with the last. We’re skipping the ones I’ve already done in the past.
So, for today’s offering, it’s the very first Summerslam. The Mega Powers Collide With The Mega Bucks.
So a three-day long weekend meant that I was somehow able to find time to watch WWE’s incredible Stomping Grounds PPV that was widely anticipated by the masses… okay, that’s a lie. It’s a card featuring a bunch of rematches from a show nobody watch, with pair-ups that nobody in their right minds could honestly care about.
Just as a bit of a primer, Sunday night was busy and when I got back, I flipped through Apple TV and logged onto the network, where I discovered that the show was still on. And what did I see? Baron Corbin making his entrance and cameras cutting to the shot above quickly before cutting back to Corbin. This amuses me enough to take a picture (no screenshooting device at the moment) and plaster it on my Twitter soundboard for the lulz. Turns out it’s gotten quite a response and I’m not quite sure why… but hey, somebody liked it. I just hope they don’t follow the channel because nothing of value pops up and I like that there are no followers on there.
But I digress… on with the show. Unfortunately.
I’m saving the other BLP show for next week… right now, I’m going to take you back to the past… wait, that damn sure ain’t it.
So we’re jumping back ten years to June 2009, where WWE is holding (one of) their June PPVs entitled The Bash. Now if you were a long time fan, you would probably wonder why they didn’t call it The Great American Bash, which was an old WCW PPV name that they brought back to life in 2004 and made it an annual thing… because WWE, even back in 2009.
I’m going into this show completely blind, as I haven’t seen this show in a good long while… if at all, to be honest with you. But maybe the show will refresh my memory and we’ll see how it goes.
Good news, everybody! I watched last weekend’s Money In The Bank pay-per-view… and it was better than last year’s absolutely atrocious Backlash PPV! Glory be to… never mind. This was a 3 1/2 hour PPV and yet for the most part, went by so quickly that I was able to watch the show in one sitting, which is amazing. Don’t get too excited, because the show isn’t something I would call “one for the history books.”
Unless, of course, you work for WWE… or are just a fan of WWE who watches nothing but WWE… in which case… well, never mind.
“The Rock’s birthday is May 2nd, you stupid son of a bitch!”
-The Rock
Today is the Rock’s birthday, you stupid son of a bitch. And to celebrate the occasion, I decided to check out the only PPV named after the People’s Champ – the December 1998 edition of the WWF In Your House PPV series dubbed, appropriately enough, Rock Bottom. Though to be fair, this show isn’t as bad as I’m making it sound from the get-go; there’s a couple fun bits here and there, but I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t exactly one of the finer moments of the much-vaunted WWF Attitude Era.
Anywhoo… let’s give this thing a look, jabroni.
“HHH retains the title.
There’s still no World champ.
Mickie James kept her belt – no one cares.
Cena wins yet again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.”
DTM, May 19th, 2008
In recent weeks, I’ve been going through the old blog posts from the old blog and sometimes I see nuggets such as this used to describe entire three hour show. For some reason, this one blurb has compelled me to load up this particular show on the Network… whether that was the original intent, I’ve long since forgotten.
Regardless, let’s take a trip down memory lane because I honestly don’t remember this one. My guess is I didn’t care for this one back then. Let’s see if that’s still the case.
Happy April Fools, everyone. Let’s celebrate the occasion with a string of silly, stupid posts every hour. And we’re going to start with my musings of the Gooker Award winning extravaganza from Saudi Arabia, WWE Crown Royal!
WWE signed a deal with Saudi Arabia to produce two PPV events per year at the country for the next decade or so for a shitload of money. A shaky proposition on its own due to the country’s restrictions flying in the face of WWE’s so-called progression with its #LOLWomensEvolution and its “diversity” checklist… or whatever. But then Saudi officials got a journalist assassinated and all of a sudden, this show was becoming less attractive by the second to the point where the crowd actually booed the Undertaker during a promo when he mentioned the name of the event.
Pressure mounted all around for WWE to cancel the event and break their deal, but ultimately the company went ahead with its plans, citing that they wanted that sweet, sweet, Saudi money and they were willing to offend everyone to get ahold of that cash. To many, this was appalling behavior that didn’t deserve to be rewarded. To me, it’s par for the course with WWE, who isn’t above being tasteless and tactless in order to make a quick buck and try to remain relevant.
So… yeah, I didn’t watch this show back then. Set during the day so I had better things to do and no leg injury to keep me in bed, not to mention the allure of watching old men wrestle in the main event had no appeal to me in the slightest. However, because I lost a bet, I had to watch this show and record my thoughts on it to digital media. And so here we are…
Unfortunately, my thoughts were briefer than the show itself.
So here’s the deal… I watched this show over a span of three days because I no longer have the patience to sit through a ten-hour PPV. Wrestlemania might be the one sole exception if there is a party I can attend, but even that might be a stretch. So I watch this show and it feels like a complete waste of time. This isn’t a knock of the quality of the show, but rather just the “nothing happened” atmosphere that resonated throughout the show.
Bit of a heads-up before we begin: the weekly Classic Wrestling Musings are going to take a break for a couple weeks. Reason being there’s going to be a week’s worth of the things before Mania hits and I’d much rather focus on those than anything. After that, it’ll resume around mid-April.
With that said, let’s dwell into WWF Fully Loaded 2000, from the month of July 2000, during the peak years of the Attitude Era when things got really, REALLY good. I don’t know why I picked this show above all others; all I know is that I just felt like it and that’s how we’re rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin… wait, we’re not at that point yet.
So in a rare feat by my standards, I actually watched a WWE PPV live. But not the whole show… instead I just sat through the two chamber matches that opened the show and skipped everything else in between. From what I’ve heard, the middle of the card, featuring a couple title changes and Baron Corbin beating Braun Strowman in a no-DQ match, was the drizzling shits. So once that first Chamber match was over, then I took some time editing the Pixel Player gimmick, which should be up sometime tomorrow, barring anything coming up that is beyond my control.
I posted some thoughts on the two chamber matches earlier this week, but just recently, with some unexpected free time on my hand, I decided to go back and watch the stuff that I skipped out on the first time around to see if it were as bad (or perhaps not as bad) as people made it out to be. Since I’ve watched the whole show, I’ve decided to take down the earlier post, expand on it considerably, and the end result is today’s bonus musings of sorts.
For the record, I wrote the bulk of this before Smackdown aired.
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