Dav'oh

...then they start wrestling and it's less fun, because Jonah can't mask Archer's weaknesses. Good enough little match in the end.

Jonah v Archer on now. Big? Tick. Meaty? Tick. Men? Tick. Slapping Meat? Tick.

Addiction is basically OCD. When you funnel all of your energy, concentration, resourcefulness, desperation, and every waking thought into your next drink, and that is removed from you, you'll find your energies etc are at a loose end. You sorta hafta dive into something, whether to distract you or to expend your energy. Whether that's AA, volunteer work or crystal meth just depends on the person and where they're at. It's also losing your best friend, your constant companion in good times and bad who never judges you. I'm sure Drake and Roaddogg were already friends with "Being a Complete Fuckwit", and when they got divorced from "Substance Abuse Issues", they hooked up with their teenage crush to help fill the void.

He's not even the best Christian in wrestling. Shawn Michaels is. (Sorry, been meaning to use that one for a while.)

I can never find reason to cheer or boo Wheeler Yuta. Outside of wrestling skill, there's just nothing there.

You were a lot more entertaining when you were Shodate

It’s still sacred to me. Some real “it’s all fake buffoonery anyway so why give a shit about any of it” vibes around here

I'd go with "biggest embarrassment". This was the match with the most mainstream exposure, the one they show highlights of, and all it did was reinforce negative perceptions of this "bullshit fakery". A giant mousetrap is what The World Was Watching. I can't stress that enough. Our sport is still so poorly understood by people, and we gave them Lowest Common Denominator (with the Jackass choads, of all the choads) on the Grandest Stage of Them All. Star ratings be damned - all that the lapsed or non-fans saw was the comedic "highlights". "Here's some pro-wrestling bullshit to laugh at!" is not exactly putting our best foot forward.

Largely heatless match that seemed to go forever, but it's hard to cheer and pray at the same time, I guess.

Can't a boy dream of a meritocracy? You say "true fans" (let's not even get into that), I say "mercenary". I've never seen "mercenary" used as a compliment.

Chuck Wepner in 1976 is the earliest WWWF/E match I can think of. Celeb involvement (usually boxers) is as old as wrestling itself. Not at wrestling. Lawrence Taylor was good at being carried by Bam Bam and Pat Patterson. Paul excelled (YMMV)as Miz's Dancing With the Stars partner. Looking good in one or two matches doesn't mean you are good; I mean, with the exception of your Pete Rose and Drew Carey-types, they're all booked to look good - it's sorta the whole point. Logan Paul vs a blow-up doll would stink to high-heaven* Getting a pop for going through a table ≠ charisma. Getting a pop because people already like you and your music and can't believe! he's in the WWE! ≠ charisma. I thought Paul's whole "appeal" was that he's a cockwomble slash human spitoon, which would be anti- or dark-charisma For every Hulk Hogan or Bruno Sammartino there were fifty Ron Basses or Geto Mongols. *Off-topic, but for years the highest praise in wrestling was reserved for Ric Flair: he could carry an inanimate object (usually a broomstick) to a four-star match. But he never did. Yet Ibushi actually goes and does it and gets pilloried. SMH.

I don't like people who a) play wrestling b)are there for shits and giggles. Bunny and Paul and JackAss et al are rich enough to form their own play-fed.

How does the new, improved, uber-homoerotic Mansoor show his face in the Kingdom ever again?

There's that hot new band he's been meaning to check out, Genesis, and he needs to send a letter to the Prussian Embassy in Siam, via gyrocopter. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, I guess.

Had a similar experience at a Ween concert. I only lasted four songs. Never been sloshed at the wrestling though, and I always wear a suit (weddings, funerals, court appearances and the wrestling are the only times I suit up).

AJ and Dolph should do a shampoo commercial together.

"Who measures their testicles?" Spot on, Mr. Paul. Real men weigh their balls.

He could buy a round of drinks for the whole arena and they still wouldn't cheer him.

Oh, there's a triumphant return coming, in-ring if nowhere else. That's Vince's endgame - ride this out, do his corporate penance, and Lazarus rises again before an audience in raptures. And release VKM Yoga in the meantime.

Well, they've certainly had enough chances to have their "definitive performance". And in this age of highly planned-out and rehearsed matches, if you say you haven't had your best match then what the fuck.

I can't go above "Barely Tolerable" for the main event.

And/or a couple of beers, alcohol also being a blood-thinner.

Saw a lady in her early 20s on the train last year wearing a Dusty Rhodes WWF t-shirt. In Australia. I nearly hugged her.