Here’s something you know: you can go back and catch up on the good stuff. The New Day and The Usos had a great tag match at Battleground. You have a Network subscription, and can go back and watch just that match. But then you can turn it off and not watch any more of that show. You will know what to do. You will know what makes you happy.
This column publishing in July means you can’t go back an unwatch the last four months. But here’s what you can do: book the spring of 2018 off from watching WWE. I’m giving you eight months warning. Watch WrestleMania 34. Watch the RAW after WrestleMania 34. And then, stop, and schedule to come back a few weeks before SummerSlam (around this time next year). It’ll be your personal WWE offseason. There’s almost nothing better for your enjoyment of pro wrestling than to not watch it sometimes.
Then again, maybe I just can’t handle WWE without Chris Jericho.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything more than a few sentences about pro wrestling. “Create your own off-season” has been a talking point of mine for years, but I figured it needed a 2017 polish.
And NOW, the five matches to seek out (either on NJPW World for less than $10/month, or on whatever illegal streaming sites are out there, you criminal)
This year’s G1 is just New Japan breaking everyone’s Match of the Year list.
It’s fun hearing Mahon try to explain the ridiculous logic of why holding the ropes for leverage makes the Figure Four even more painful, because it makes us realize the insanity that we wrestling fans just take for granted every time we watch. But Graham does not judge, she merely takes it in, processes it, and accepts it for what it is. Wouldn’t that be nice if the whole world could do that, and just make us feel a little less weird about ourselves?
How2Wrestling is one of the better “new” wrestling podcasts I’ve heard. Not every episode is essential. Graham makes the show, as it captures the magic of her becoming a fan. My personal favourite is so far is the Scott Steiner episode.
This episode was…weird. Not necessarily awful, but just…weird. The mood for the night was set when Triple H showed up to ramble awkwardly through a promo that began with him quoting and then citing the Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil.” Way to be hip to what the kids are listening to. I honestly thought that he must have just briefly glanced at the material before coming out because he kept repeating himself and spoke with a distinct lack of conviction. He ended up doing a bit about, like, physically collecting blood, sweat, and tears from Roman Reigns, and actually produced bloody rags from Monday’s assault. Just whipped them out from his suit pocket. Not very hygienic, my friend! Reigns didn’t appear on the show at all, so it was just an odd thing to sit through, especially since we got plenty of Raw recaps to fill us in on what happened on Monday anyway. It was just the most obvious, uncool thing ever, and not at all what one would expect from Triple H, who is generally a pro at the whole speechifying thing. The rest of the show was filled with short matches and awkward set-ups. Just weirdness all around.
Lacy’s reviews are the best thing about Smackdown.