Dinger of a match between 'Taker and Edge. I watched the repeat last night and the finish was immense, absolutely immense.
Check out this guy in the Wexford People making fun of wrestling - I’m preparing a counter-attack email to him at the moment for his blasphemous article:
Welcome to the wacky world of WWE wrestling
Wednesday May 28 2008
IN THE name of work - yes, we have been known to do the occasional bit - Inside Right’ decided to take a look at the phenomenon that is WWE wrestling.It must be a sport, it’s on Sky Sports, right? But then again there’s a poker tournament on the next channel up.
IN THE name of work - yes, we have been known to do the occasional bit - Inside Right’ decided to take a look at the phenomenon that is WWE wrestling.
It must be a sport, it’s on Sky Sports, right? But then again there’s a poker tournament on the next channel up.
The entertainment began, we use that term very loosely, with some posh English dude ranting and raving and claiming to be the most powerful entity in WWE.
Inside Right’ has scraped more powerful entities off his shoe - most idiotic more like.
His name was Mr. Regal - Regal alright, a right royal pain in the backside.
He kept pounding on about respect, seemingly an important word in the WWE; surely these guys don’t have a whole lot of respect for themselves.
The most astounding thing about the show was the amount of adults in the heaving audience.
The ones with children, that’s forgivable, but there were hundreds with not a gorsoon in sight - that’s just plain weird.
Inside Right’ might be a bit harsh but feels anyone over the age of 12 that watches this tripe is not to be trusted.
Okay, obviously we’re all well aware these guys are acting, but their lame performances make Fair City’ look like The Godfather’.
Inside Right’ wouldn’t want to be classed as a killjoy, but this stuff makes the cringe-worthy Christmas panto look like King Lear.
Then we were treated to a chorus of Regal sucks, Regal sucks’ from the idiotic masses in the crowd before some long-haired, bearded monster called Triple H entered the arena to the thumping sound of Motorhead and started banging on about respect and disrespect. Here we go again.
So after 15 minutes of listening to the worst sort of verbal diarrhoea, they go to the first ad break, and not a blow has been thrown in anger.
After the welcome interval we were treated (again using the term loosely) to a bevvy of well-endowed beauties battling it out in the ring in the women’s lumberjack match. Beauties might be a bit strong, one of them looked like Pat Kenny in drag.
After five minutes of these pretending to kick seven shades of manure out of each other, with the well choreographed forearm smashes landing visibly well short, some peroxide blonde was declared the winner.
When some hillybilly wrestler with sideburns as big as kittens came on and tried to serenade one of the female wrestlers with Love Me Tender’, we had endured all we could take.
Surely there’s got to be something better on. Where’s that poker again?