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WrestleMania 28: The good, the bad and the Brodus

April 3rd, 2012 1 comment

Rock Show: WrestleMania 28

The good: Twenty minutes before WrestleMania 28 dropkicked off, I noticed the World Wildlife Fund’s (WWF) Earth Hour was trending on Twitter, while WrestleMania was nowhere to be found. McMahon was so angry at the irony, he blew out both quads.

The good: Show opened with a nice vignette showing The Rock and John Cena as kids posing with title belts (Rocky Johnson’s straps and homemade, respectively) and flexing as wannabe wrestlers, gradually evolving into chiseled men as they trained, said their prayers, and took their Hulk Hogan vitamins.

The bad: My feeling is that WWE announcing the matchup so far in advance made it challenging to maintain a high level of interest with limited physical interactions between the two. I was thinking a classic pull-apart brawl on last Monday’s RAW go-home show would have been more emotionally charged than the two once again exchanging clever one-liners. I kept waiting for Rock or Cena to respond, “We don’t have to wait”-and then a brief brawl before it was broken up by the boys and/or security. The fact that the March 26 RAW rating was low heading into the biggest PPV of the year indicates that perhaps fans were tired of the back-and-forth bitching-it’ll be interesting to see the buy rate on this one. (All that said, I expect the number to be bigger than last year.)

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The bad: Thanks to a weekly swap meet on Melrose Ave. near my place, parking in my neighborhood was nonexistent. After pausing the broadcast just prior to Lillian Garcia singing so I could guide my guests into spaces behind my building, we resumed the show. After a few seconds, I realized I had the paused the channel on the standard definition broadcast, so I quickly flipped it to the real-time high-def version…just in time to see Sheamus celebrating with the World heavyweight title. No, no, no! Lucky for me, my buddies saw the humor in it, and we all shared a good laugh despite thinking we’d missed a good match. Then I rewound the match with the DVR remote-turns out we only missed the first Irish-born WWE heavyweight and World champion cutting down poor Daniel Bryan with a brogue kick for the 18-second win and the Big Gold belt.

After getting bumped from last year’s broadcast and relegated to a dark match, Daniel and Bryan had to feel like victims of the ultimate April Fools’ Day prank when their 2012 bout was slotted for less than 20 seconds. As one of my readers pointed out on Twitter, “At this rate, If Danielson and Sheamus wrestle 14 more times, they will have a 5-minute match at ‘Mania in 2026.” While I like the on-again push of Sheamus, as the company desperately needs to strengthen its depth of money players at the top, I think the same aura of the new champ’s dominance could have established if the two had been allowed at least 8 or 9 minutes. Bryan needed the title initially to get over as a conniving chicken-shit heel (who happens to be one of the best workers in the country), but Vince still loves to showcase big lugs at the top and Sheamus fits that bill. Sheesh-this made Diesel’s win over Bob Backlund for the WWE title look like Ricky Steamboat vs. Ric Flair. And make no mistake, this wasn’t an unplanned quickie because the show was running late a la the Road Warriors vs. Power and Glory years ago-this was planned to get Sheamus over again as a force to reckoned with, fella.

The good: Before Bryan dropped the strap, the rabid Miami fans were chanting “Yes, yes, yes!” at a fever pitch. The next night on RAW, the savvy fans in Miami, realizing Bryan deserved better, responded with chants of not only the fastest-growing catchphrase since Steve Austin’s mind-numbing “What?!” but also “Daniel Bryan, Daniel Bryan.” While I think it would be wrong to yank the rug out from underneath Sheamus’s feet again so soon, Bryan needs to be kept at the top of the cards. Hell, oddly enough, this latest injustice could be another turning point in his career.

The bad: As someone who officiated one of Glenn Jacobs’s first bouts, I’m pleased that the talented big man was to overcome such gimmicks as The Christmas Creature, Unabomb, the fake Diesel, and Issac Yankem D.D.S. to go on to an amazing career in the Former Fed. And while his return under the mask is OK nostalgia-wise, I’m just not feeling the gimmick anymore. An upset here designed to swerve the fans, Kane got a clean pin following a less-than-devastating-looking chokeslam off the ropes. Perhaps this sets up a heel turn for Orton, who will once again embrace the hate and renounce the fans and his stagnant babyface character. Lackluster match.

The good: While I’m pleased with Cody Rhodes’s development as a heel, I was happy to see Big Show shake off his supposed WrestleMania jinx with a clean knockout punch win for the title. Show’s facial expressions were amazing in the aftermath, as he appeared to be in tears as he clutched the IC title like it was 1985, when that belt was usually reserved for one of the best actual workers in the company. Not exactly Randy Savage vs. Ricky Steamboat from WrestleMania III, but a nice moment.

The bad: I don’t like commercials at the movies, and I don’t like them during PPVs that cost $65. Even worse, the Kmart ad featuring Sheamus lasted 10 seconds longer than his match.

The bad: The only way that “Extra” segment, which was taped at the Grove shopping area down the street from me (another traffic magnet for my neighborhood), involving the Divas and Maria Menounos could have been any worse is if Mario Lopez had been involved. (Incidentally, if Hollywood brings us a “Saved By the Bell” reunion movie, I hope it’s a concept like Battle Royale or The Hunger Games.)

The bad: With all that makeup in the ring (not to mention Jerry Lawler’s caked-on mug at the announcer’s table), it was inevitable that some of it would smudge on Menounos’s pristine white ring attire-shame it had to be directly on her ass, looking like a skidmark. Kelly Kelly did a Thesz press, which have sent former NWA World champion Lou Thesz spinning in his grave. The only thing worse than Kelly Kelly pinning Divas champion Beth Phoenix would be a TV presenter getting the pin-which is exactly what happened here, with Little Miss Crappy Pants winning with a school-girl roll-up. Maria appeared to be showing the effects of her recent legit rib injuries-either that, or backsstage-agent Steamboat gave her a crash course in effective selling. Missed most of this bout as I was placing orders over the phone for takeout. (A fan at the live event said the men’s bathrooms were full during this match and that John Cena’s new Celtics-style T-shirt sold out at the packed gimmick tables by the time the Divas bout ended.)

The good: A quick cutaway to an interview with special-ref HBK produced a funny moment, with his lazy eye appearing to veer off toward another camera, while the other one looked directly at us. The interview was shot from the waist up, so we all said a quick prayer to the wrestling gods that Shawn wasn’t wearing his low-cut, crotch-stuffed special-ref shorts of old. (He wasn’t; apparently Vickie Guerrero stole them.)

The good: Jim Ross was introduced, looking rather svelte and with a goatee-which can only mean one thing: He’s going heel and will be managing Brock Lesnar. (Nah.) Great to have Ross back to call the ‘Taker vs. HHH Hell in a Cell bout.

The bad: ‘Taker attempted to turn his male-pattern baldness into a positive, cutting it into a modified mohawk: He looked like Bruce Willis from the front and Road Warrior Hawk from the back. Should have perhaps gone with a classic Travis Bickle.

The good: An instant classic, with the ‘Taker and Trips giving us an old-school brawl, complete with a little blood and chair shots so stiff, Moondog Spot was wincing in hell, while Mick Foley and his kids were both crying backstage at the brutality. HBK only added to the drama, with his usual incredible facial expressions. HHH came out strong, chopping away at ‘Taker with a chair, as HBK begged him to end it and “cover him,” sounding a like special-ref Michael Hayes in the infamous Kerry Von Erich vs. Ric Flair cage match on Christmas night 1982. At one point, Michaels was bawling more than Flair following his WrestleMania retirement match. Although I fully expected ‘Taker to retain the streak, the false finish with Michaels letting his emotions get the best of him and delivering Sweet Chin Music to the Dead Man was a well-executed false finish. Despite using a night’s worth of cliches in one bout (I was almost expecting a “Stone Cold, Stone Cold” for no apparent reason), Ross greatly added to the drama, helping to tell the story of the match like no else could have. The fans were going crazy over all the near pins, including a shot of a crowd that appeared to show 2012 WWE Hall of Famer Mil Mascaras in the stands enjoying a cerveza. ‘Taker got the clean win with a second tombstone after about a half hour of excellence. In one hell of a WrestleMania moment, ‘Taker and HBK helped the Game to his feet and helped him out of the ring. As Ross called it, “That, ladies and gentlemen, is respect.” The last remaining full-time Attitude Era stars riding off into the sunset-the perfect ending to a bout that immediately cracks the top 10 WrestleMania bouts of all time, in my opinion. (I woondered if Triple H upon returning to the dressing room glared at CM Punk and Chris Jericho and bellowed, “Top that, fuckers!”)

Cell Mates: Three of WWE's all-time best hell-raisers.

The good: As the class of 2012 was about to be introduced, I was hoping that cameras backstage would catch the Four Horsemen putting the boots to Dusty Rhodes before calmly buttoning up their sports jackets and emerging onto the stage. Nice to see the best incarnation of the group inducted if not the original foursome with Ole Anderson, who won’t be seeing Vince McMahon until the two meet again in hell. In particular, I was happy for Barry Windham, who was so super smooth in the ring, in that same vein as Dory Funk Jr, Jack Brisco, Ricky Steamboat and Shawn Micahels. And there’s nothing like real emotion in wrestling-and for a longtime fan like Edge to be in the same company as the Horsemen after his career was cut short nearly a year to the day, clearly the moment overcame him. (Somewhere, Matt Hardy was contemplating his next insane tweet.)

The indifferent: I had nothing emotionally invested in the general manager storyline-except for my disappointment that Dolph Ziggler and Zach Ryder weren’t featured in singles bouts. This time next year, Ziggler could be in the World title picture, where he belongs. Pretty good action, with bodies everywhere hitting the floor in a nice over-the-top-rope aerial assault spot. Clearly, Miz is out of the doghouse as he scored the winning fall for Johnny Ace, who appeared to be honoring his old friend Bruce Prichard (who recently underwent heart surgery) by wearing a suit straight from the Brother Love gimmick days. Didn’t hate the match, but didn’t loooovvvveeeee it. And when will WWE learn not to make one of their top babyfaces look like a complete dope. I thought Eve was already a heel, so why was Ryder suckered into a nutshot ambush?

The good: As CM Punk was warming up backstage, an elated Johnny informed the WWE champion that if he were disqualified in his title bout with Chris Jericho he’d lose the strap. Turned out to be a wise sub-plot as it resulted in more of classic mat-wrestling match most of the way; after all, there was no way to top the brutality of the Hell in a Cell bout. Despite the dead crowd in the early going, this was a a brilliant match, with Jericho trying to bait Punk for a DQ, which would have been the worst finish possible. Both men idolized Savage and Steamboat growing up, so both brought their working shoes and delivered in a bout with several nice counters and reverses resulting in some clever false finishes that eventually woke up the crowd. Although Jericho escaped initially, he eventually tapped to Punk’s Anaconda (Miami) Vice, enabling the champion to retain after about 25 minutes.

The Brodus: After weeks of unrest in the Sunshine State, WWE did their part to promote racial harmony and squash stereotypes with Brodus Clay calling his mama, who just happened to be in the building, along with her bridge club: a dozen African-American dressed exactly alike with padded booties performing an ill-advised dance number designed, seemingly, for the sake of making Vince chuckle. Can we kill this Funkasaurus gimmick now…please?

The bad: Two bloated hip-hop entrances for both John Cena and The Rock preceded the main event. While Cena and Rock will almost certainly meet again, quite possibly at SummerSlam (Triple Threat with the returning Brock Lesnar?), I certainly hope these musical numbers were indeed “Once in a Lifetime.”

Superfly: The Great One rocks Cena.

The good: Solid if unspectacular bout that might have been better if it gone 20 minutes instead of 30. (Both men seemed to be out of moves by the 25-minute mark-everyone in my living room groaned when Rock went for a second sloppy sharpshooter.) Rock didn’t seem quite as crisp as he did at Survivor Series, and he was sweating like crazy after 15 minutes. Some nice psychology, which the crowd responded to, though not as insane as Rock vs. Hogan years ago. Some nice near falls before Cena cockily went for the People’s (Pebbles?) Elbow but got caught with a Rock Bottom out of nowhere for the pin. I was surprised over the dismay by some fans that a “part-timer” beat a “full-timer.” (One Cena fan held up a sign that “Cenation” would riot in Miami if their hero lost; instead, they blew up Twitter.) With Rock scheduled for more WWE dates, including a rematch with Cena and perhaps a WWE title showdown vs. Lenar next year, this was the only result that made sense-especially with the bout taking place in Rock’s hometown. Really, Cena gained more by losing clean.

Overall: A good show that could have been great-and one of the strongest overall WrestleManias ever without the Brodus deal and the time-consuming main-event entrances-and with at least 10 to 15 minutes of Daniel Bryan greatness. Yes, yes, yes! 


WrestleRock rumble: John Cena vs. The Rock to headline WrestleMania 28 in Miami

April 6th, 2011 No comments

Verne Gagne's dream of a stadium-filled Rock 'n' Wrestling card will finally be realized in Miami at WrestleMania 28.

While the payoff to the recent series of promos between The Rock and John Cena rock bottomed in most fans’ eyes when the announcement was made on Monday’s RAW that two of the biggest stars of the last 20 years would  FINALLY meet at the 2012 WrestleMania in Miami-a year away-I couldn’t help but think it was a stroke of genius.

The consensus the last few months was that if Rock were indeed interested in working another match he’d have stepped into the ring this year for a rather star-starved WrestleMania main event. Truth is, perhaps even Dwayne Johnson didn’t envision such a scenario when he agreed to return to WWE to host the event and garner mainstream publicity-and perhaps give WWE champion Miz a bit of a superstar rub along with way to establish his credibility as a player, a concept plenty of fans still aren’t willing to buy into. (That, of course, didn’t happen anyway, as The Rock introduced The Miz to his role when he laid the smack down on his candy ass post-match in the Georgia Dome.)

From most accounts, after The Rock’s initial live promo on RAW, something changed. In the past, Johnson has often commented about missing the incredible adrenaline rush of having tens of thousands of fans in the palm of your hand. Clearly, the bug never left him. More and more over the last several weeks, he began opening up about his desire to get more physically involved heading into the biggest show on the biggest stage. Slowly, it became obvious this wasn’t a one-shot deal, despite his hectic Hollywood schedule in the coming year. The more he spoke to the mainstream media, and the more the promos between he and Cena became increasingly personal, The Rock had the look of the man who was dying to work one last match while still in fantastic shape and not a mere shell of his former self.

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I speculated that perhaps Cena would win the title Sunday, setting up the Champ vs. the People’s Champ at SummerSlam in Los Angeles. While it wouldn’t have the same magnitude of a ‘Mania match, the Hollywood press would be all over the event, and WWE would have months to put the finishing touches on the People’s Program. Turns out, in Vince McMahon’s world, I was thinking much too small. In one of the most ambitious moves he’s made for his biggest card of the year, McMahon booked the “dream” match-up 12 months ahead of time. While past WrestleMania main events back in the day were certainly planned 10 to 12 months in advance (Hulk Hogan vs. Randy Savage at ‘Mania V immediately comes to mind) and booked “backward,” this marks the first time in history the main bout has been announced to the public this far in advance. If you think about it, the fact that this is the first main event I can recall ever revealed to the fans this far ahead of time makes it all the more special. (Really, it became obvious early on that the Macho Man and the Hulkster were headed for a date with destiny following Savage’s WWF title win at ‘Mania IV-Hogan’s “lustful eyes” for Ms. Elizabeth were that apparent.)

You can see this…next year.

One possible reason for the WM28 reveal is that perhaps the company is looking to a future when Cena’s remaining fans will be moving on to the next thing-like, y’know, puberty and girls. The longtime Champ will be another year older by then, looking all the more ridiculous in his gimmick, which to this day reminds me of the 1991 act of Jamie Dundee and Wolfie D, the rapping team in Memphis known as PG-13. (Much like The Rock, I also ran those two delinquents out of town as part of “Operation White Trash” initiative.)

With next year’s ‘Mania scheduled to be in The Rock’s town of Miami, Cena is sure to be booed out of Sun Life Stadium, scurrying from the taunts and debris with his head tucked between his jorts. While the company has been hesitant to turn Cena because of his incredible appeal to kids-and his even more impressive merchandise sales-truth is, the guy will be red hot when the inevitable heel turn happens. Booking the match a year out might be an ideal way to build to a turn to the dark side over the next year as Cena becomes more and more obnoxious (hard to fathom, I realize). We got a glimpse of this when he attacked Rock on RAW two weeks ago and mugged for the camera. This gradual turn as Cena becomes increasingly frustrated with his heel reaction could be money in the bank.

Either way, Vince & Co. have people talking-and this time, for the right reasons. Rock was on Leno last night already chatting up the match while promoting his new movie. Ticket sales will go through the roof. If handled correctly, and if Rocks’ schedule allows, WWE could potentially build this up as the biggest match in company history. It’s risky, no doubt, given potential injuries (Cena’s pectorals are always suspect) and Rock’s priorities changing once again between now and then-but the payoff could be huge. Supposedly, this was a last-second decision Monday to go ahead with the announcement of the match a year out, but it’s something that’s clearly been on McMahon’s mind as a way to top himself yet again.

When thinking of Vince’s approach since day one with WrestleMania, I’m reminded of the classic line uttered by “Las Vegas-born” Universal Heartthrob Austin Idol shortly after cutting Jerry Lawler’s hair in 1987, when he “risked” $50,000 of his own money to refund the price of admission to the fans in the event he didn’t win the match and cut the King’s royal locks: “I grew up spinning the roulette wheel, dah-ling! I’ve been a gambler since the day I was born, and I’ll be a gambler till the day I die!”

With the stakes never higher since the first WrestleMania, Cena vs. Rock on PPV could be the biggest jackpot yet…with a full house to boot.