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Tag World Grand Prix First Batch of Teams.... ENGAGE

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The demonic duo is among the seven teams announced for TWGP
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Wrestling Is Fun! has officially survived the Wrestling Is Apocalypse, and to celebrate, the company will be borrowing the Tag World Grand Prix from its officially returned parent company, Chikara. The sixteen-team, one night tournament will invade the Easton Funplex the night before WrestleMania, and while no prize has been announced officially yet, I am going to take irresponsible liberties to assume the winner will probably get some kind of tag title, like the long-rumored pear? Like I said, that speculation is just that, speculation. Anyway, seven teams have been announced thus far, and they are as follows:
  • 3.0 (Shane Matthews and Scott Parker)
  • Devastation Corporation (Max Smashmaster and Blaster McMassive)
  • Los Ice Creams (El Hijo del Ice Cream and Ice Cream, Jr.)
  • Old-Fashioned (Jervis Cottonbelly and Marion Fontaine)
  • The Batiri (Obariyon and Kodama)
  • The Heart Throbs (Antonio Thomas and Romeo Roselli)
  • The Osirian Portal (Ophidian and Amasis)
Firstly, Old-Fashioned is automatically my new favorite team in this whole shebang. Second, the slate is solid if a little predictable so far. Then again, I doubt any name guest stars will appear a la Chikara's version of the tourney. The charm of WIF! is that the company produces such a vibrant and entertaining product mostly with graduates of the Wrestle Factory, Chikara regulars, and various indie up-and-comers who fit a certain oeuvre. I dig the lineup so far, and am looking forward to seeing how the rest of the teams fill out.

The Wrestling Blog's OFFICIAL Best in the World Rankings, March 17

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A man of the people
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Welcome to a feature I like to call "Best in the World" rankings. They're not traditional power rankings per se, but they're rankings to see who is really the best in the world, a term bandied about like it's bottled water or something else really common. They're rankings decided by me, and don't you dare call them arbitrary lest I smack the taste out of your mouth. Without further ado, here's this week's list:

1. Daniel Bryan (Last Week: 4) - Bryan did the near-impossible last week. He made Occupy Wall Street-type people look... LIKEABLE?

2. Sara del Rey (Last Week: 10) - She's gotten a reprieve from her eternal 10 spot because the Dot Com actually acknowledged that she exists within the company. I'm not one to demand she be on television if she's happy in her role. However, if she gets on TV, she has to wrestle John Cena and koppo kick him right in the face, right? RIGHT? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT.

3. Shake Shack (Last Week: Not Ranked)OFFICIAL HOLZERMAN HUNGERS SPONSORED ENTRY - BEST. BURGER. EVER.

4. AJ Lee (Last Week: 3) - How much longer does she have to be the Divas Champion AND the best announcer WWE has in its ranks before she gets something more than a milquetoast run with her title?

5. Adam Rose (Last Week: 1) - People comment that Rose is based off Russel Brand's Aldous Snow character from Forgetting Sarah Marshall and Get Him to the Greek, but in all actuality, the filmmakers and Brand based that character off Rose. I heard time is a flat circle somewhere, so it must be true.

6. Gabrielle Cirulli (Last Week: Not Ranked) - I almost cursed her name to the depths of fiery Hell for creating The 2048 Game but she found a way to soak up all my time like a sponge. Well-played, madam.

7. Kristen Bell (Last Week: Not Ranked) - Speaking of FSM alumnae, Bell's Veronica Mars movie took the entertainment world by storm. I never got into the series, but if a fan-funded movie like that can do that kind of damage, the future of entertainment is bright.

8. Malcolm David Kelley (Last Week: Not Ranked) - Apparently, he was mistaken for Greg Oden when he appeared at the LOST panel at PaleyFest, but the former show actor and the second most famous television Walt of the last ten years has grown up. Those Tyson Anytizers really pack on the body mass.

9. Biff Busick (Last Week: Not Ranked) - Dude's been wrestling on a knee with the consistency of cole slaw the last couple of weeks. Then again, Rey Mysterio's soldiered on with papier mache for knees the last decade, so maybe joint damage isn't the deal killer it once was.

10. Mark Henry (Last Week: 8) - MARK HENRY FACT: The Southern California earthquake this morning wasn't due to the San Andreas fault, but because Mark Henry gave the World's Strongest Slam to an entire In 'n Out restaurant because they wouldn't give him an Animal Style burger at 6:30 AM.

Instant Feedback: Embrace the Inner Devil

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Triple H had to embrace his inner asshole tonight, and he did
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I was prepared to write an entry about necessary evil, and how Triple H needed to insert himself into the main event of WrestleMania to stoke the crowd even further despite the fact that I absolutely loathed his delivery, his wavering, babyface glomming, spotlight craving, coolest-guy-in-the-room aura. I was ready to talk about the good of the story despite the fact that Trips was reverting back to his pre-quad tear, prototypical e-fed character where he wanted to be the badass heel who did everything the cool assholes did but also wanted so desperately to be cheered.

And then he tipped his hand at the indie wrestlers cosplaying as cops and made his wavering entirely worth it, even if only for the night.

Triple H and Stephanie McMahon showed their final forms as the ultimate dynastic tyrants, one part Bonnie and Clyde, one part Vigo the Carpathian, one part deranged Redditors. They teased this reign of terror at various points between SummerSlam and now, especially during the nascency of The Authority's rise, but tonight was a crescendo, man. The groundswell was needed, and now, Daniel Bryan, bathed in (proverbial) blood and stripped of his health, is set up for the ultimate payoff.

Of course, fear lingers that some kind of swerve waits overhead, dangling like the Sword of Damocles. This WrestleMania looks to be the most predictable since XIV, when Steve Austin defeated an ailing Shawn Michaels and officially became the face of WWE. Of course, the times are different. Bryan wouldn't have to carry the load with other newbies to the main event (Undertaker notwithstanding). He'd have a pastiche of established stars and prospects to buttress his moment. But because his arc, wasting Triple H and then swooping into snatch the dual belts from the grasp of the volcanic pit where Evolution used to be, is so transparent, and because WWE is still saddled with the mindset from Vince Russo that anything you can see coming from a mile away isn't worth presenting, could Triple H throw some kind of spanner into the works?

That fear is what being a fan of WWE in the post-modern era entails. WWE has the surest thing ever, and it showed how simple storytelling can stoke the flames of a crowd that is already hot for a desired endgame. But right now, the path seems to be the right one. Put one final roadblock in the path of the conquering hero. Throw one final canister of gasoline on the fire and make his path look even more daunting. Triple H and Stephanie McMahon have finally gone the final step needed in order to make their villainous presence at WrestleMania appropriate.

Soldiers for Good

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The Shield's impending implosion has been granted a stay of execution for the time being. Rather than break up, the Hounds of Justice decided they would just shift alignment. The crowd may not have applauded the way it should have during the climactic moment, but I blame Jerry Lawler being awful at his job as an announcer. The vocal fans' love for announcers just ain't what it used to be. Gee, I wonder why. Still, The Shield revolutionized an entire match genre within WWE as heels. I can't wait to see them set the boundaries for tecnico trios in the coming months, provided this whole turn wasn't a smokescreen intended on making their breakup an even bigger swerve.

Best Coast Bias: Queens Reign Supreme Over Nearly Everybody

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There's no shame in giving in, Sasha
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There are a multitude of reasons as to why the metafan, or even the dilettante when it comes to the Stamford Kool-Aid believe that NXT is the WWE redesigned to the point of its humanity: here, William Regal and Antonio Cesaro are treated as less men and more as wrestling gods.  The fans dictate alignment as much as any backstage script, and perhaps more. 

Perhaps most important in all this?

The female wrestlers -- under the ever-watchful eye of the former Death Rey -- are actually wrestlers who happen to be female, and not accessories to the male wrestlers or plotting and scheming how to become accessories to the male wrestlers.  What it's been about even before the critical buzz began building around NXT last summer in large part due to Cesaro/Zayn (best of) III is the Championship belt: what one hellraiser's willing to do to keep it, and what her opposition's willing to do to get their hands on it.

Paige has fought Sasha Banks before, and won before.  Longtime NXTiphiles'll note that Sasha's even joining the Full Sail iteration of the Plastics took place after a defeat at the hands of the raven-haired Englishwomen and weeks of Summer Rae tempting her with a taste of the dark side.  Sasha was sans Summer but with Charlotte, who herself is starting to angle her eyeline to the center of Paige's bullseye.  Due to planning or providence, Charlotte is the last member of the BFFs to get bookmarked into the mat via a Paige Turner No Not Her.  And as the Network's evolved NXT, so has the Women's Champion with a deadly submission that rivals anything a man can pull off.  When the latest episode began, it was with Paige center stage throwing hands with Sasha in the episode's highlight match.

Sasha did manage to not get what's become the Champion's vicious trademark invite to a rope hung kneestrike party, and managed to pull off a handful of variants on a straightjacket hold mixed in with some fine heelish standards such as stomping on hands and rope chokes until right before the count would be breached.  While the Artist Formerly Known As Albert speculated this may be something of a trap game for the queen of the division, she rallied with a string of short lariats and the deadly Scorpion Crosslock.  At this point the SCL is becoming the Attitude Adjustment of divadom down NXT way, most impressive considering it's a new move in Paige's arsenal that she's clamped on twice.  When something is as bad-ass as seen in the picture above, of course, you don't really need to reinforce it; you just need to make sure everybody sees it. 

Here's where the depth came in, in and out of the ring post-match: Charlotte had barely begun her beatdown of Paige before the signature guitar riff of the Harts rang out and NattieKat cleared the line before giving Paige her props and a hand raise.  A few months ago, they were at each other's throats in an excellent match--that match having engineered the two-way respect that is part and parcel of what puts the pro graps beyond its station sometimes, Paige is now willing to accept assistance when she's outgunned rather than go to her default mode of screaming at it before headbutting it in the face.  Backstage, Bayley's love of Bret Hart on the Network isn't just a fun way to sneak a promotional plug in the omnibus: it's a reference back to Nattie first coming down to NXT and eventually being won over by her hugging enthusiasm to the point of having her back because everybody with a reflection loves Bayley.

It also gave Charlotte the opening to disparage Bayley, her enthusiasm, and her Hitman fangirling on a severly annoying (thus perfect in this instance) My Dad's Better Than Your Hero tip, quickly amending to a My Dad's Better Than Your Uncle line of vitriol when Nattie did what she does and had Bayley's back lest the Biffles decided to press their 2:1 numbers advantage.  Faced with equal numbers, Charlotte got in the last word (and a sideways plug for Total Divas; lest you ever forget, there's genius, there's evil genius, and then there's Vincent Kennedy McMahon), but she and the still-damaged Sasha walked away to fight another day.

That's right, kids: they establish a dominant Champion by having her win non-title matches.  There's almost a year of history at play, freely referenced to in a wayward sentence or two that advances current things without a wavy flashback sequence magically occuring out of nowhere.  People are (d)evolving, alignments building off of the mirror aspects that were originally in play with the original character framework.  There's not only an undercard story, but multiple undercard stories, and best of all, any combo platter of these personalities that they put together will lead to at least a decent and possibly a borderline great match.  It's enough to make somebody want to look for a companion to play an Annie Lennox to their Aretha Franklin. 

Compared to that, the more recently developed one-on-one contretemps between the longest-reigning NXT Champion ever Mr. Dallas and the new reigning king Mr. Neville may look like small beer, which it obviously isn't.  The Tag Team Champions, probably on the precipice of being renamed the Yah Yah Yahs, squashed another pair of jobbers, and thanks to Breezeterference Alexander Rusev had a mostly easy time of yet again breaking Xavier Wood's  back and making him humble.  We totally had to recognize Mason Ryan's right to exist, for example.

But with the rematch imminent, the former Champion had something to prove to those unwilling to Bolieve.  Should he have found himself still lacking in motivation, a pre-match attempt to get inside Neville's head proven that he'd yet to learn the adage "talk smack, get smacked".  Up against Colin Cassady, he had to fend off the constant accusation of being S A you know the rest and the ever-looming threat of the bigger man's power.  It took him a few times getting bieled and rolling out to the floor to cause breaks before he turned defense into offense to the great delight of the four or so people who were loud and proud Bolievers.

As for the rest watching him work the neck and back of the head with forearms and cravates, they quickly (inaccurately, at least for me) latched on to a Bo-ring chant, causing the episode's best moment--a big smile, a thumbs up, and a nod before saying firmly "This is Bo's ring." and going into a few short-armed elbows.  Most notable is Bo taking a Paige out of the book of certain superstars and putting away the Big Gambino with a double-arm DDT.  Is this newest sword hanging on his offensive wall the thing that can get him the Big X back in a couple weeks a question that'll be answered when their third encounter happens imminently. 

It's just sometimes in Full Sail, it's where the men are men and the women are Champions, to use an old Lubbockism.

The Best Moves Ever: Jig 'n Tonic

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The belly-to-back piledriver has several variants. The Beach Break is all spike and release. The Air Raid Crash has that back draping action. The Jig 'n Tonic, however, looks the most brutal of them all by defying expectation. Normally, if a move has a bridge for a pin, it tends to look less stiff, at least in my view. By holding for the pin, the impact on the neck looks stiffer than if it would have been spiked. Jigsaw is shown here doing his signature to Austin Aries during the Rey de Voladores tournament in 2009.

Best Coast Bias: Dead To Rights

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Yeah, you done messed up, son
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In simpler times and for most of Main Event's run, no matter what actually happened during the course of an episode the opening highlight reel was sure to contain one of the greatest and subtlest jokes in the post-Invasion WWE.

There was comedy, high comedy, and then the couple of seconds every Wednesday they would show the cromdamn Undertaker looking mad spooky scary.

Even John Cena's being splashed in the sting made sense; for the handful of opening weeks when the show debuted and right thereafter he'd actually been on the show.  Maybe it was the mere act of cutting a promo (at this point BCB would like to introduce to you a quartet of dead writers who can see into the future but only to a limited extent called the Four Shadows), or maybe there'd even been a match in there, but Cena'd punched a WWEME card at some point.  One could be forgiven to end up thinking they'd wake up to Aubrey Plaza and Anna Kendrick in bed with them before the cromdamn Undertaker ever got within spitting range of showing up on WWE Main Event.

While there was no sign of cohabitation betwixt feline and canine, there was nearly a human sacrifice that capped off the show.  Whatever Paul Heyman was smoking to think he could get in the ring and disparage TGDUT for a few minutes before the main event promo is at best contained in the experimental study from whence it came and at worst is going to lead to the downfall of humanity via some real life iteration of the Krippin virus.  Even worse for Heyman, Taker snuck up on him and goozled him.  He played Kiddo to the former ECW honcho's Sofie Fatale, letting him live only to send the message that if Brock had something to say to him he might want to do it on Monday night's RAW from the BK.  There was then fireballs on the stage, purple lighting, insinuated lightning, and one very, very scared advocate: a man who'd just sampled the Undertaker flight and found out his liver was trying to eat itself to death as a result.  

Yet that interplay was merely the capstone of three really good matches.  It's not that this isn't compelling, or providing excellent pro graps, and yet...to call Main Event an afterthought that couldn't have gotten the Undertaker on the show if it'd promised a sixth History of Rap with Fallon and JT live on air for a ratings lead-in is understating things, to put it mildly.  There's a reason you don't see pennies turn into thousand dollar bills.  Then again, that was all the way back in January and pre-Network.  Lupita Nyong'o struck a blow for women's rights and a young Jordan Peele taught us how to laugh.  It was a whole different world.

In this world?  Hell, in this world Big Show goes up for the Clash of the Titus. Of course, the majority of the rest of the match was the black Irishman's ego writing checks his body couldn't cash, and after a fusillade of skillet chops he would eventually get KTFOed.  The act of not getting wholly destroyed by the former everything champion and fellow Andre Royale participant was enough, at least on this evening.  A land monster punched you in the face so hard you saw a bright light, your grandmammy, and your old puppy running around; perfectly explicable (if horribly painful) loss.

This world?  This world has Alicia Fox stepping out of her partnership with her hetero lifemate Aksana to pair with Layla (upgrade?) to take on the reunited and it feels so good Funkadactyls.  Hey, remember when Brodus Clay and Sweet T were a thing?  Yeah, me neither.  Watching every single woman in this match was enough to wonder who set the GPS for Full Sail and maybe they could just be in control of the GPS all of the time.  The Best Northern Lights in the Business, enzui basement dropkicks, Owen Hart rollups with a bridge, wheelbarrow armdrags culminating in Naomi's new double jump split-legged moonsault to shut down whatever the Fox would say--it wasn't flawless, but Cameron's demonstrably improved even from her last Main Event match not even a month ago, and she far and away had the smallest CV of any of the foursome involved. 

If this whole new era is going to be a NXTized version of WWEME with such touches as focus on the secondary titles and decent-to-great women's matches every week it's the least we as the viewer can do to bang the snooze alarm every nine minutes to allow Audrey and Anna their beauty sleep.  Maybe AJ was right; maybe that pipebombshell did light a fire under everybody else.

That usually would've been the highlight match of a program, but again this world is new.  (Actually new, not Columbusian new.)  So as it turned out, it had to take a backseat to the Rhodes boys and the Real Americans continuing their mutal contempt from Smackdown opening up the throttle.  Quelle surprise, get four of the best wrestlers on your roster exchanging blows and a couple of segments to work with and you've got the new standard above-average WWE TV match.  So it blossomed biggest in the little moments, like Cody stealing his old partner's rebound clothesline or Cesaro shoot strengthening his way into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Goldust when a mere mortal would've probably just dropped the former Intercontinental champion, let alone turned it into offense.  While the Americans showed a more unified front than they've put up in months -- right up to the vintage Swagger Bomb/Mushroom Stomp combo that Goldust fell victim to -- it still wasn't enough to finish off the former champions, who took pleasure in sending Swagger down to the CrossRhodes, even if Cody had to limp through post Patriot Lock to pull it off.  This was in the service of setting up a #1 contenders to the tag team title fourway match on Big Blue this Friday, but even with no prompting this was a fine match.

And oh, what a brave new world with such (occasionally un)expected awesome in it.

Your Midweek Links: Insane Fight Club!

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Subject of an extensive interview this week
Photo Credit: Leslie Lee III

It's hump day, so here are some links to get you through the rest of the week:

Wrestling Links:

- Thoughts on Insane Fight Club [WRESTLEGASM]

- The Best and Worst of RAW: Two Leprechauns Get Beaten up in This Episode [With Leather]

- Hey, maybe WWE is figuring out this whole self-awareness thing [False Underdog]

- Brody's death, a cover-up? By Dutch Mantell/Zeb Colter [Shitloads of Wrestling]

- Act Yasukawa: The Dirty Dirty Sheets Interview [Dirty Dirty Sheets]

- Seven Things: Weirdest wrestling rumors [Wrestling on Earth]

- Let's rank the 29 worst celebrity guests in WrestleMania history [With Leather]

- Wrasslin' Story Time: Where there are so many celebrities in your wrestling [SB Nation]

- Muralist turns her kid's room into a WWF arena [Deadspin]

- The Best and Worst of Impact Wrestling: No, I Mean the One in the Old West [With Leather]

- Who is the TNA Linear Champion? [Voices of Wrestling]

- Five behind the scenes facts I learned as a pro wrestler [Cracked]

Non-Wrestling Links:

- Will a 16 seed in the NCAA Tournament ever win? [Sports on Earth]

- Why I thought about murdering my NBA coach (and why I didn't) [Deadspin]

- Every single person on LOST ranked from most to least annoying [http://jezebel.com/every-single-person-on-lost-ranked-from-most-to-least-1546174780]

- Why I refuse to watch movies without spoilers [io9]

- Mindhole Blowers: 20 celebrity friendships you probably didn't know about [Pajiba]

- Hockey fans who use Rich Peverly to shit on LeBron James are the worst [Deadspin]

- The "paid what you're worth" myth [The Bicker]

- Why New Jersey's ban on Tesla Motors is bad for everyone [UPROXX]

- Eight features the NFL made EA Sports remove from the Madden franchise [Extra Mustard]

- 12 heroes and villains who kicked the Incredible Hulk's ass [io9]

- Can we stop bothering Jimmy Rollins, please? [Crashburn Alley]

- The Burger Diaries: Shake Shack [Holzerman Hungers]

- How to make linguine and clams and bid farewell to this goddamn winter [Foodspin]

- Cookin' ATVS Style: Guinness Beef Stew [And the Valley Shook]

- Best of the "Tech Support Gandalf" meme [UPROXX]

Buff Bagwell Is Back, in Pog Form!

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Buff Bagwell is taking a break from his alleged foray into gigolodom to wrestle on Memorial Day weekend. He has been announced as the third entrant in the third annual JT Lightning Memorial Tournament for Absolute Intense Wrestling, a marked departure from the Chikara-flavored first two entrants, Tim Donst and UltraMantis Black (both former Absolute Champions, by the by). In fact, I would say that Bagwell is the most AIW guest star ever given his recent past. I have no idea if Bagwell still "has it," nor do I really recall if he ever had it to begin with. I didn't have the same eye for match quality back when he was active in WCW that I do now. However, the announcement is interesting and timely in a strange way. I guess the only question is whether Bagwell will actually advance in the tournament, but I'm going to wait and see about the other 21 entrants who have yet to be named first.

What I Learned from In Your House 5

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Xanta Klaus was a wretched character with a great beginning
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In 1995, the World Wrestling Federation was draped in garish, neon-spandex and occupational gimmicks. However, in what was considered its financial nadir in the decade of the '90s, the company remained ambitious in scope. It expanded into monthly pay-per-views with the In Your House series, setting the groundwork for its show structure that has lasted into this very day. In Your House started out as a two-hour show that seemed to experiment with offbeat headliners that would probably main event an episode of RAW nowadays and other quirky matches. In Your House 5 was famous for the second in what seemed to be a string of British Bulldog title shots, the shortest casket match in history, and a hogpen match between Triple H and Henry O. Godwinn that was actually a damn fine brawl.

However, the event's signpost in history, for better or worse, was a segment that was nestled in the middle of the show. In Your House 5 took place on December 17, 1995, and obviously, the proximity to Christmas invited an appearance from Santa Claus. WWE has a long history of partaking in the holiday spirit, a tradition that continues to this day. Infamously, Ted DiBiase claimed that even Jolly Ol' St. Nick had a price, and when Savio Vega protested, he got the wrestling equivalent of coal in his stocking.

The payoff to the angle was the introduction of Xanta Klaus, the evil Santa clone who lasted all of two weeks before he flamed out due to crowd disinterest and a shelf-life that didn't extend past Three Kings Day at the very latest. The WWE's Gimmick Department must have worn an uniform that included Bad Idea Jeans in the mid-'90s, as Klaus wasn't the first nor was he the last in a line of awful, poorly-thought-out gimmicks that contributed to the desolation of the card below the Razor Ramon-Diesel-Shawn Michaels-Bret Hart-British Bulldog-Owen Hart-Yokozuna-Undertaker nucleus that anchored the company through its lean years.

Still, the idea was solid. WWE at the time was still marketed directly to children, and what better act of villainy could the company perpetrate than to have Santa sell out to the Million Dollar Man? Turning the purest symbol of Christmas innocence to kids all over America into a vile, corporate sellout is perhaps the most brilliant heel move ever, and one that I am shocked hasn't been repeated yet. The turn itself and introduction was hot and executed well.

WWE could have gone two ways with it, the good way and the way that ended up with a character with a fleeting half-life. Had it presented the future-Balls Mahoney as different type of character who used the Santa costume as a ruse, he may have had a better run in the company. Mahoney had a great run in ECW, albeit as a fun-loving, blue collar brawling babyface who drew off a sexually charged ring name, but at the same time, his skillset in the ring, combined with DiBiase's promo skills, could have made him work as a black hat in the mid-'90s WWE.

Mahoney/Xanta Klaus is a prime example of how WWE took a decent idea and muffed up the execution. In fact, most of its gimmicks in the low period of the '90s could have worked if executed differently. Maybe even Duke "The Dumpster" Droese could have been a greater success if his dumpster-diving oeuvre was tweaked better for the wrestling arena. And if he was a better worker. And if he had mic skills. And maybe Duke Droese was a bad example here. Still, wrestling and gimmickry go together like peanut butter and jelly, but if the promoter and creative team present those outlandish character threads as hokey, then they're going to come off as too cheesy for even kids to enjoy.

Still, even in overwrought schmaltz and fizzling out of Xanta Klaus, his debut moment remains as a bright spot on a surprisingly entertaining pre-Attitude Era pay-per-view. Even in the lowest of times, quality wrestling moments, matches, and events can be lurking as a pleasant surprise for those going back into the archives.

Was Wirst Du Tun, Wenn Cesaromanie Läuft Wild auf Dich, Bruder?

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Yes, the above video depicts Antonio Cesaro interviewing Hulk Hogan auf Deutsch and the Hulkster proceeding to urge Cesaro to enter the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale. It's only two minutes long, and I found it to be an insanely fun watch. Cesaro is still engaging and charming speaking a non-native tongue, and the Hulkster still has "it" if the aforementioned pronoun refers to cutting some energetic promos. I also dug that Hogan did not at any point chide Cesaro for speaking one of his native tongues (Switzerland has three predominant languages). Then again, the above interview was on YouTube/the Dot Com, not RAW, where it is free from the treacherous hands of WWE Creative and Vince McMahon.

A tip of the hat to Chikara senior official Bryce Remsburg for bringing this video to my attention.

The Wrestling Blog's Official WWE Finisher Bracket!

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The past three years, The Wrestling Blog has presented Wrestling March Mayhem, which presented a smackdown of the best in professional wrestling in North America, NCAA Tournament style. While it was a fun concept, the inevitable Daniel Bryan vs. CM Punk final that would have happened this year like it had the last three years felt crushingly boring. I still like doing the whole bracket-tournament thing though, so this year, I am going to switch things up. Welcome to this year's cheap attempt at cashing in on the college basketball zeitgeist, The Wrestling Blog's WWE Finisher Tournament.

Plainly stated, I took four categories (moves, submissions, strikes, and corner moves), and I seeded what I judged to be the 16 best finishers in each milieu into a bracket. My process wasn't completely scientific, but I had a method. I took into account how cool the move was, how iconic in WWE folklore, how over it was, and how much the move looked like it hurt. Some regions were harder than others to seed; I struggled to find 16 corner finishers, but found that I could have done three regions based on wrestling moves or submission holds apiece. I will explore poll options, and either tomorrow (Friday) or Monday, March 24, you will be able to vote down your favorite finisher in WWE history. Now, for the explanations:

MOVES REGION:

1 – Stone Cold Stunner: This move is perhaps the most iconic finisher in WWE history, and its cache attached to perhaps the most important wrestler in the company's folklore was undeniable.

2 – Tombstone Piledriver: Undertaker's first and best finisher has the added mystique of being banned at one point because it was too dangerous (read, it injured Triple H and Shane McMahon).

3 – DDT: Jake "The Snake" Roberts brought this hold to WWE, and the state of the finishing maneuver was never the same again.

4 – PerfectPlex: I still was legitimately shocked when Bret Hart kicked out of the PerfectPlex at SummerSlam '91.

5 – Diamond Cutter/RKO: Controversial opinion alert: I think Randy Orton's execution of the move is slightly better, although Diamond Dallas Page made better use out of showcasing its versatility and hitting it out of nowhere and not doing that stupid ground-pounding taunt beforehand.

6 – Pedigree: Triple H sucks, but his finisher is rad as hell.

7 – Last Ride: When the Tombstone got banned, Taker got himself a finisher comparable. This variation on the power bomb is still my favorite to this day.

8 – Jackhammer: Goldberg was a mixed bag in the ring, but the way he executed on his finishers was always top notch. The Jackhammer looked like ass when done by Mr. Ass, but Goldberg owned that shit.

9 – Razor's Edge: Scott Hall's almost lax form on the move only added to its allure. How was the super cool Razor Ramon going to tighten up execution on any move?

10 – Thump/Running Powerslam: The running powerslam was the perfect finisher for thick, hossy, brutish dudes like Junkyard Dog and The British Bulldog.

11 – F5: The move might look almost sloppy in comparison to other iconic WWE finishes, but it always looked like a devastating fit for Brock Lesnar.

12 – Rude Awakening: It's the only neckbreaker that ever looked like a legit finisher, and Rick Rude always had the sense enough to gyrate his hips before dropping the hammer on it.

13 – World's Strongest Slam: Sure, a front-facing powerslam when done by a regular wrestler might be lame, but consider it being done by a 400 pound behemoth of a man. Yup.

14 – CrossRhodes/Roll of the Dice: I've come around on this move a lot mostly thanks to Cody Rhodes habit of slowing it down and always facing the hard camera when he does it.

15 – Dominator: The Dominator was pure whiplash personified, an angry, violent move for an angry, violent man.

16 – Rock Bottom: The Rock Bottom gets the final slot mainly because it was The Rock's primary, non-bullshit finish. It also had that elusive "hit out of nowhere" quality that puts a good finisher on another plane.

SUBMISSIONS REGION:

1 – Sharpshooter: Forget that it was the move that sent Bret Hart out of the WWE; no other top guy in the company relied on a submission move as much as Hart relied on the Sharpshooter during his run.

2 – Million Dollar Dream/Cobra Clutch: The Dream has the cache of being used by two different wrestlers to similar overness. Ted DiBiase's application of the move always popped me though.

3 – Camel Clutch: Sheiky baby fuck your ass and make you humble. Uh, I mean, it's a simplistic hold. However, it's identified with one of WWE's signature icons, and it was tied to perhaps the last great Madison Square Garden show finish before the WrestleMania era.

4 – Mandible Claw: I would argue no finisher better fit a singular persona than the Claw fit Mankind.

5 – Figure 4: I would have the Figure 4 higher if it didn't get so watered down in WWE's parlance (Jeff Jarrett? THE MIZ?), but Ric Flair used it in the company. I can't really knock it too low.

6 – Scorpion Crosslock: Yeah, it's a neophytic finish that has only been used twice on WWE television recently (not sure how many times Bull Nakano used it within the company), but hot damn, have you seen how impressive it looks? Paige hit a homerun here adopting this hold.

7 – Crossface Chicken Wing: Crazy old man Bob Backlund slapping this hold on unsuspecting rubes and wrenching them until they got stretchered out of the arena was probably my favorite singular thing in WWE between 1993 and 1995.

8 – YES! Lock: The LeBell Lock feels a bit too close to the Crippler Crossface here to include it too high (not including that one for OBVIOUS REASONS GAWD), but I can't leave out the signature submission hold of a guy whose gimmick still is that he's a really good submission wrestler.

9 – Black Widow: AJ Lee is tiny even by WWE women's standards, so this move is the most brilliant fit for her as a finish, especially when she applies it to someone who knows how to take it in a way that doesn't make it look applied in slow motion.

10 – Hell's Gate: Undertaker has had a lot of kick-ass finishes over the years, hasn't he?

11 – Tazzmission: What pushes the Tazzmission above most other chokes and sleepers is that even in WWE, during his abysmally booked time period, the announcers always sold getting choked out as a death sentence.

12 – Tarantula/DilEMMA: Technically, it is not a finishing hold because it's done in the ropes, but it has a lot of the same qualities that a great submission finish has.

13 – Torture Rack: Watching Lex Luger rack big-ass dudes never got old.

14 – Walls of Jericho: I might have seeded this one a bit higher if Jericho didn't phone it in most of the time he applied it post-WCW departure, but it's still iconic on some level.

15 – Master Lock: As hokey as the full nelson was as a finisher in any other hands, Chris Masters rag-dolled the shit out of people doing it.

16 – Ankle Lock: Even though I always thought the move was left too wide open to be completely awesome, I can't deny that no fewer than three WWE guys made it their own and got reactions for it.

STRIKES REGION:

1 – Sweet Chin Music: I hesitate to call it the most over-pushed finish in WWE history because that would connote that it didn't live up to its hype. Shawn Michaels owned that kick and elevated it to a move that is respected across the entirety of the wrestling landscape.

2 – Atomic Leg Drop: I wasn't leaving off Hogan's finisher, and honestly, this is another "World's Strongest Slam situation" here. A leg drop from, say, Jeff Hardy, isn't going to be finisher grade, but have you seen Hogan's ham-hock thighs and momentum-producing upper body?

3 – Spear/GORE! GORE! GORE!: Smaller dudes doing this move never worked for me, but that doesn't dilute how goddamn impressive it looked when Goldberg, Rhyno, Big Show, or Roman Reigns used it.

4 – Knee-Plus: Daniel Bryan gets mad air on this move, and honestly, if you can't buy a rocket-speed knee to the face as a devastating finisher, you should probably check out reading comics for finishes that would be in your power bracket.

5 – Earthquake Press: The best part about fat guys in wrestling is that all they have to do is sit on you to create an awesome finish.

6 – Blackout: Seth Rollins just freestyle-walking all over a dude's head is the most punk rock finisher in wrestling history.

7 – Clothesline from Hell/Western Lariat: Everyone does a clothesline. A lariat though? Yeah, that move takes a special kind of reckless hoss to pull off.

8 – Samoan Spike: A thumb to the neck seems so cheap and simplistic to the uncultured mind. However, try doing it to yourself even at quarter-speed and try not to gulp at least slightly.

9 – Green Mist: Again, the mist isn't technically legal, but since ref shenanigans are as part of pro wrestling as the Irish whip and bulge-revealing tights, this move belongs.

10 – Fame Asser: Billy Gunn may have had a shitty jackhammer, but his main finisher was tight.

11 – Knockout Punch: See World's Strongest Slam and Atomic Leg Drop.

12 – Ghetto Blaster: Bad News Brown's WWE career was checkered to say the least, but his enzugiri finish was impressive for a hoss his size.

13 – COBRA!: Nerve holds rock, and Santino Marella's execution of it is pro wrestling artistry and pageantry at its finest.

14 – 619: Sure, the setups for the kick have gotten more and more convoluted over the years, but I can't hate on a swing gate double kick to the face, ever.

15 – Go to Sleep: If my personal feelings on the matter were paramount, I'd have left this move off the list. However, CM Punk had to be represented here in some manner, the move is over with the genpop, and even among my Twitter smartass brethren, I am in a minority on my hate.

16 – Flying Forearm/Loaded Forearm: Tito Santana using it as a clean babyface finish was cool. Lex Luger using it as a dirty, loaded finish as a heel was even better.

CORNER REGION:

1 – Flying Elbow Drop: The list of iconic finishers off the top in WWE begins with the Macho Man's signature. You don't have to have a ton of flips to be cool. Even Shawn Michaels used it to great effect, which I can't discount.

2 – Blockbuster: The cool factor on this move way outpaced the guy using it.

3 – Shooting Star Press/Air Bourne: Both Paul London and Evan Bourne were form perfect on their executions of the press, absolute poetry in motion.

4 – Frogsplash/Five Star Frogsplash: Eddie Guerrero's version of the move looked better going through the air. Rob van Dam selling the move afterwards because he got so much impact on it was a nice touch though.

5 – Red Arrow: You don't have to have a ton of flips to be cool, but when you make it look as easy as Adrian Neville does, then it doesn't hurt, either.

6 – 450 Splash: THE MOVE THAT NEARLY KILLED RICKY STEAMBOAT.

7 – Banzai Drop: See the Earthquake Press, only add height off the second rope.

8 – Doomsday Device: Tag team finishers still feel like they have a long way to go, but the Doomsday Device was still cool shit, no matter how simple it looked.

9 – Swanton Bomb: Jeff Hardy made what was just a rolling forward flipping dive into one of the most over finishers ever. Respect.

10 – Vader Bomb: See the other fat guy moves.

11 – Warrior's Way: Yeah, I wouldn't want anyone, not even a shrimp like Kaval, double-stomping me from height.

12 – Flying Crossbody: Ricky Steamboat made that shit look silky smooth.

13 – Demolition Drop: A backbreaker hold plus an elbow from the top equaled PAIN.

14 – Lita-Sault: Lita made the highspot gender neutral thanks to her sprightly if not a little sloppy moonsault.

15 – Superfly Splash/Money Shot: A little bit of the luster comes off the flying splash because Jimmy Snuka might get BENOIT'd for murdering someone and because Val Venis is now a raving asshole lunatic. But the move's still cool.

16 – Guillotine Leg Drop: I still can't believe they haven't gimmicked the name for Fandango's variant on the move.

Of course, I don't expect everyone to agree with the above seeding. Please relay your complaints in the comments, but for now, get your brackets in order. Voting starts soon.

Finisher Bracket, Round 1, Part 1: Moves and Submissions

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KICK! WHAM! STUNNER!
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Okay, welcome to the opening of voting in the 2014 Wrestling Blog WWE Finisher Tournament. I'm splitting round 1 into two parts, because I ain't hosting 32 polls on one post. This post will highlight the Moves Region and the Submissions Region. The polls can be found... after the jump!

Vote away! May the better finisher win in each matchup.

The One Where I Ramble on about Wrestling Is

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Randy Savage chat and much more
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Have a Nice Day, Episode 23

Kieran Shiach was kind enough to have me on his podcast to talk about various things wrestling. I get into my formative years as a wrestling fan, which include massive fandoms of Randy Savage, Hulk Hogan, Bret Hart, and Steve Austin, as well as why I feel right now is my own personal golden age as a fan. I compare wrestling fans to LOSTies at one point as well. We get into Chikara, because duh, and I long-windedly describe the current story arc within the company in the most roundabout way possible. I also throw down some takes on Mike Bennett and Beyond Wrestling, and hey, I urge you all to go out and watch as much free wrestling on the 'Net as possible, including stuff you find on, you guessed it, Free Wrestling. Have a listen, and if you're feeling kind today, subscribe to the Have a Nice Day podcast on iTunes, why don't'cha.

Best Coast Bias: The Weird, Wild World Of Sports Entertainment

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Just another example of what can happen When Singalongs Go Wrong
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Sometimes things are easily synthesizable.

This episode of NXT repels that like other human beings repel the BFFs.

It started off with Rob Gronkowski, ended with a kid Sheamus, and the most endearingly horrible dance party happened in the middle, amongst other things.

When in doubt, ties go to the main event, and Sheamus bested Aiden English in it.  One could do an entire standup roast on the pigmentally challenged two segger that erupted, but as we all know, hyperwhite people can't control their environments and have to assault everybody with their music before degenerating into fighting each other rather than helping each other climb the ladder of success.  You know how those people are, and by those people of course wrestlers is the group meant to be highlighted.  Who knows why your dog is going nuts?  Maybe you should get it checked.

Things went from jovial to fisticuffs rather quickly.  Mr. English didn't take to well to Mr. Whatever His Last Name Is trying to jock his style by singing for the NXT constellation, and then jumped him from behind and sent him sprawling betwixt the ropes to the floor.  Sheamus' look quickly coalesced into the trending topic hashtag tee emm eff are haitch and then he stopped trying to be something he wasn't and snapped back to something he was: somebody likely to land the hardest body blow you've ever heard in three decades as a wrestling fan and dealing with problems by punching them square in the face.  As a result English spent most of the early portion fleeing and most importantly avoiding the signature bike kick of the former WWE Champeen.  When he started using the ring as a partner he found a modicum of success, but unfortunately for the Artiste he found himself in a English-on-Irish violence handicap match.  Sheamus' familiar friend Brogue O'Clock showed up right around the top of the hour, delivering another W and delighting the small Sheamalike.    Yes, it probably did hurt the audience's eyes when the show faded to black considering the last two segments.  Let's move on.

Giving the narrow duke to the blizzard that capped the show just narrowly kept a losing effort from Sasha Banks being the match of the night in consecutive weeks.  To her credit, Bayley overcame something she might've -- hell, probably -- would've lost to in her rookie year and pinned the Boss off of a rollup reversal mid-ring.  [Side note: sweet nickname, Banks, but until you win, you should be the Middle Manager.  Perhaps the Lumbergh if this spiral continues.]  Before that?  The force of their personalities carried a hot crowd early, with the esteemed firm of Regal, Phillips and Saxton noting Bay's popularity rivaled that of Emma's or Paige's.  More than the 100 Hand Slap to the back in the corner, or a Banks dropkick catching the Californian in the kidneys after she'd worked it was the mocking of Sasha by Bayley where she proved that the Bostonian was deficient in a pair of categories: she didn't know her and she wasn't 'bout her life.  Sasha's audible off-mic AW HELL NAW was more pitch-perfect character goodness, and completely justified her almost as good putting on a headband and being friendly...well, as friendly as one can be while standing on their hand before stomping it. 

CJ Parker could pout to Devin Taylor all he wanted about the hot garbage that Mojo Rawley puts into his body or him throwing the same out the window after disposing of his cheeseburgers, but the former footballer was on point in an opening win over Bull Dempsey.  On hand in the Mojo cheering section was the aforementioned Gronk, who tragically didn't bring along Bibi Jones but got to witness Hyperdrive firsthand and seemed more than willing to help the newcomer celebrate his victory when he brought his energy to the stands and his people. 

He's on the kind of roll Adam Rose is embarking on, even if his sheer odd manliness is the first iceberg that could keep the Young Regality ship from Full Sailing.   Speaking on behalf of the Internet, if anything stops Willee from becoming the greatest WWE couple that never was the responsible party will be strapped down and forced to watch the entirety of the Erik Watts career compendium until they do the right thing and unmake themselves.  Fortunately for the one-man Mardi Gras, he was against Camacho and the latter was fool enough to make him angry down to mocking his prancing.  ONLY ADAM ROSE MAY PRANCE, SIR!  The crowd nearly has turned their rallying cry into singing Rose's song back at him, which should work once WWENXT nails down a specific version and decides whether the buzzword should be hey or Rose. 

Also, a special YOU ARE A BAD PERSON WHO SHOULD FEEL BAD goes to Corey Graves, who's running Sami Zayn into the post deprived us of a Zayn/T Beezie matchup.  What is it about the grandest entrance in NXT that makes everything grind to a halt since the Network began?  News flash: don't exactly need more reasons to hate Corey Graves.  His breathing air that Harold Ramis isn't will suffice.

So wedance on into next week, knowing we've only learned one thing this one -- Byron Saxton is Uncle Tom Dubois from the Boondocks.

...told you it was a weird week.

Twitter Request Line, Vol. 69 (Heh, Nice)

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Poor ReyRey, but his headlong tumble into the trailer was great TV
It's Twitter Request Line time, everyone! I take to Twitter to get questions about issues in wrestling, past and present, and answer them on here because 140 characters can't restrain me, fool! If you don't know already, follow me @tholzerman, especially around Friday night after Smackdown, and wait for the call. Anyway, time to go!

Launching the Tweetbag this week is Canadian stalwart @DasNordlicht91 asking what my favorite heel-on-face beatdown ever is.

I've gotta say that the Triple H nuclear immolation on Daniel Bryan is already up there on my list, but the unprotected chairshot to the head (by a fucking EVP in the goddamn company) and Bryan's misogynistic "YOU HIT LIKE A GIRL" taunting of Stephanie McMahon both bring it down for me. Also, the payoff is yet to be seen. I'm going off on a tangent here, but I'm getting pretty sick of seeing this payoff for Bryan get dragged out. If he doesn't leave Mania as Champion, then the last eight months have been a creative failure, an absolute, unequivocal, abysmal failure. But I'm not answering your question with that response.

My answer is a tossup between the beatdown King Kong Bundy and Don Muraco laid on Hulk Hogan before WrestleMania 2, and the rampage Kevin Nash and Scott Hall went on on a random Nitro before the official formation of the nWo. The former had such a creative setup. Muraco stood on the ring steps and held Hogan's arms criss-crossed so that Bundy could wail on him while he was defenseless. Even in 1986, the Hulkster's aura as an unfuckwithable monster was in full force, so of course the heels had to think of a creative way to get the upper hand. The latter was great just for the scope involved. The Outsiders took on nearly the entire WCW locker room and laid them to waste. The most famous victim, of course, was Rey Mysterio, who did his best lawn dart impersonation. Him going into the side of the trailer may have been one of my favorite visuals from WCW or any company ever.

Serial wrestling live-tweeter @wrestlefeed wants to know what my price would be for the Million Dollar Man?

I'm an easy man, so as long as Ted DiBiase paid off my mortgage and the combined student loans of both me and my wife, I'd be good for whatever he'd want me to do. That pricetag is less than a million bucks. He'd be getting off easy.

Andrew Rosin, Twitter question master and Bucky's Fifth Quarter writer, asks which NCAA Tournament upset I called and which one has devastated me like a typical Vince McMahon-called late '80s WWF finisher.

I had Stephen F. Austin beating VCU in the first round. I don't care how garbage the Southland Conference is; if a team goes 31-2 in ANY conference, they deserve more than a 12 seed. That game should've been a 8/9 match at least. As for the upset that fucked my bracket over worse than a Hogan leg drop? Well, all four of my Final Four teams are still alive at press time, but I had Duke in the Elite 8. However, Duke losing in the first round (or second round if you're a stickler for NCAA nomenclature) never fails to tickle my fancy. However, I also had Ohio State in the regional finals, so them losing to Dayton to open the non-play-in action hurt me pretty bad.

Mysterious Philly sports twitter sophist @jackcantcook asks what my favorite WrestleMania by look of the venue was.

WrestleMania IX may not be the best-remembered event in the history of the big event, but having the event in the open air in Las Vegas with the Roman motif at dusk? Yeah, no matter what happened during the card, that event will always have a special place in my heart. WrestleMania III may have had the first ever super main event and the first event held in a big stadium, but IX to me was when Mania finally became Mania.

Another aside, as a kid, I totally didn't care that Bret Hart got railroaded in that main event. Hogan became WWF Champion once again, and he was still my favorite wrestler ever. I refuse to go all revisionist history and pretend I hated the end to that show.

Based on the WrestleMania card to date, Scott T. Holland of the Rumble stats series here and the incomparable Irresistible vs. Immovable blog asks what the biggest missed opportunity is, and whether it's Cody Rhodes vs. Goldust.

I still don't think Rhodes/Goldust should have happened this year. A clash between the brothers should happen at Mania, but with how everything has played out, that match should have always happened next year in Northern California. The biggest missed opportunity this year continues to be the lack of a final, climactic Daniel Bryan vs. Randy Orton match for the title. Yes, Bryan is going to get to go through Triple H and win a triple threat. The end is going to be the same, assuming WWE doesn't outsmart itself here. But having Trips and Batista involved feels cheap and convoluted. The story all along should have been Bryan getting that final shot with the backing of Hulk Hogan and a few other allies (maybe the Rhodes Boys?) to counter against The Authority.

International Object podcast co-host Rich Thomas asks if it's just him or if WWE has a major problem telling stories for the midcard.

WWE has had a major problem telling midcard stories for at least five years, maybe longer. I don't know how to diagnose that problem without really knowing the power structure within WWE, but it seems to me that WWE hasn't had a strong midcard since Paul Heyman was in charge of Smackdown. Furthermore, the entire company hasn't had a focus on somewhere other than its main event since Vince Russo was in Creative.

I rag on Russo a lot, because the man did a lot of irreparable-seeming damage to the mainstream. However, one thing that he always had going for him was his passion and attention to the entire roster, not just the Steve Austins and Hulk Hogans of the world (depending on which company for which he worked). Sure, his stories were often ill-conceived, and he didn't seem to have the attention span to execute on those stories to fruition. That reason is why I struggle even to give him that much credit.

However, if his passion for the entire roster were to be combined with the storytelling mastery of Heyman and the financial means of Vince McMahon, then one would have the perfect booker on his or her hands. However, nothing in this world is perfect, but it would be nice to have something approaching that ideal. WWE needs that kind of person in charge of its stories rather than McMahon, whose creative prowess has always taken a backseat to his savvy in finding out the next big distribution model.

Twitter bro @Kaiterra_ asks which food and drink he should get to watch WrestleMania XXX.

My go-to meal for wrestling pay-per-views has always been pizza and beer, but WrestleMania deserves more than takeout and a six pack, right? WrestleMania is the wrestling fan's Super Bowl, so it's high time fans like you and I start treating it as such. Today, I was introduced to the concept of "carne asada fries," which are like nachos only using french fries instead of chips as the base. Find a recipe for these tasty treats somewhere online, or if you live in San Diego or another locale where these treats are readily available, order out and let someone else do the work for you.

As for your drink, if you're like me and you drink alcohol, treat yourself to a special occasion beer, but not one with high alcohol-by-volume (ABV). You're going to want to enjoy Daniel Bryan's big moment at the end of the show. Go with an easy drinking brew like Yard's Brawler or Kronenbourg 1664, but keep a bottle of the high-end, high ABV stuff just in case things go pear shaped and someone lame like Batista or Triple H end Mania as WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

And if you're not a drinker, then again, you should probably raise your beverage game above the regular can of Coke deal. I'd say go for a Shirley Temple. They're delicious and easy to make.

My Barclays Premier League sherpa @RTVWOW asks if the rumored Steve Blackman bounty hunter show on WWE Network is the best non-wrestling wrestler/show pair-up possible.

Blackman seems like he'd not only be good at bounty hunting, but he'd be far better in every arena than the resident cable bounty hunting reality show Champ, Dog. However, I can think of one pair-up that would be better than Steve Blackman: Bounty Hunter.

Cooking with Chef Naked Mideon

Dennis Knight's post-wrestling career has led him into the kitchen, where he's actually become an accomplished chef. Combine that career with his most infamous WWE role, and you instantly have something that would be better than 99% of Food Network's programming. I would rather see Knight's bare ass on screen than see any part of Guy Fieri's anatomy, to be quite honest.

@ray_fuck asks which wrestlers I would want to start a criminal enterprise with.

Not Dino Bravo, that's for sure... too soon?

Anyway, I would probably choose Undertaker for imposing figure and muscle, Mike Rotunda to help me run numbers, Buff Bagwell to supply me with all the guns I need (listen to his episode of Art of Wrestling), and Kana for more muscle and to play on the slimy sexual nature of most dudes in the criminal underworld.

@Michael_T1919 wants a ranking of heel stables within WWE based on how scary they were.

HISTORICAL TOP FIVE TIME, BAYBAY!

1. The Wyatt Family - They freak me out a little in real life, so within the context of a wrestling story, of course they're scary.
2. The Corporate Ministry - What's scarier than a bunch of cultists running around with ruthless corporate backing? The stable is the combination of everything terrifying in the world (and yet they lose out to the Wyatts because they were easily taken down by a single redneck).
3. The Shield - Even in trios matches where the sides were the same, the announcers could scream about the DAMN NUMBERS GAME and I'd believe it based on how well they work as a unit.
4. The Heenan Family - Based on numbers alone, Bobby Heenan's troupe of black hats could intimidate.
5. The Two Man Power Trip - I'm ranking them here based on potential. No one will ever know how deadly they could have been because of Triple H's papier mache quadriceps muscles.

Finally, @brandonspears asks on a scale of 1-10 how shameful it is that Cody Rhodes and Goldust won't be a part of any Tag Team Championship action at Mania.

10, easily. I know the Andre the Giant Battle Royale needs starpower, but tying everything back into the previous question about the company's lack of storytelling for the midcard, WWE had a money tag team with the Rhodes Boys anchoring a strong division. A four-corners tag match with the Usos, Real Americans, Rybaxel, and the Rhodes Boys at Mania would have been a great spectacle. Sure, WWE ran virtually the same match at TLC, only with Rey Mysterio and Big Show in the spot of the Usos, but that match ruled too. For a company that likes to try to catch lightning in a bottle far more than twice, I'm shocked it isn't going back to that well with an even stronger slate.

Finisher Bracket, Round 1, Part 2: Strikes and Corners

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Will Sweet Chin Music escape unscathed?
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The first part of round one concluded Saturday morning. If you would like to see those results, head over to the page and gander at the polls, which have been closed since 8 AM that day. Now, voting will open on strikes and corner moves. The polls can be found after the jump:


Alright people of all gender denominations, vote to your heart's content!

The Past is Prologue: Total Divas Season 2, Episode 2

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Eva Marie has pics on the web? Who cares.
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I'm getting very sad at this time of year and I'm starting to wonder if it is affecting my enjoyment of reality show fodder. This isn't a good time for writing therapy, so I'm going to avoid doing that, but needless to say I'm kind of on my down crest. My job is fine, but I could use something that really pushes my creativity beyond a pitch to buy printers. I'm okay, my car actually starts, and I don't feel like the most undesirable person on the planet. So what gives? I don't know, maybe it's that little streak wherein getting to know people suddenly reveals their worst qualities. The type of behavior you believe you would put your foot down on if you met them in the first week is now awful behavior you passively accept because you're already broken. You're afraid you won't find anything else. Life broke you.

So anyways, Total Divas is a television show on the E! Network and is not at all what I'm attempting to make into a metaphor here. Not at all. Still, the return episodes have been pretty joyless. I mean, there are still jokes, but hardly of the caliber of last season's efforts. I guess it is finally the time for everyone to really become a real shit to each other. Then again, I think I am blind to this or frankly just stupid. This has always been Total Divas' knock. The cattiness is both the draw and the detriment. I don't know why suddenly I've come to realize this. Total Divas actually makes me feel either dumber or simply just gullible.

And honestly, I don't know if that will ever change. I feel like I've peeled back just a bit too far. It's like when Daniel Bryan on a random RAW episode does a goofy one off joke about Stephanie McMahon, but I interpret it as "he's kind of acting like a sexist." I'll be honest, I think I blame myself in that regard. I cannot interpret the story in its obvious text or the context of the company or the context of the reality show where women more or less become husks of humans. This is depressing. I am a bit depressed or a lot depressed. I just wanted to write a comical Total Divas review, because that is what I always do. And I'm writing this because I do feel all I wrote is worth asking, because if I honestly disliked everything about the show, I wouldn't watch or write a review about the damn thing.

I also wonder how seriously I take some dumb bullshit that is meant to be reality fodder. The whole crux of the episode is that some salacious photos of Eva Marie were on the internet and that Ariane found them and that the obvious workplace "everyone has seen them" arc was on. And that part is probably mostly staged. I don't think said photos are all that pornographic in nature and I imagine main roster talent have done more salacious things for the very company they work for. Let me reveal that I know this is dumb. But this whole storyline turned me off. It was the sort of passive acceptance we've heard about. I don't have sympathy for it all, really. I don't feel affected. I don't care. This is reality television that reveals the immediate In The Company of Men-like potential of humanity. Which, whatever. Wrestlers aren't exactly holders of a moral barometer. But this isn't fun television. At all. This isn't comeuppance or horrible bitchiness or whatever. It just feels kind of like I was wrong.

Anyways, here's a list. No blurbs, really. Just names.

1. Daniel Bryan's bus
2. Daniel Bryan
3. Summer Rae
4. Brie Bella
5. Titus O'Neil
6. John Cena
7. Nikki Bella
8. Trinity
9. Nattie
10. Eva Marie

From the Archives: WrestleMania 25 Money in the Bank Ladder Match

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Hey all you bitter CM Punk fans, are you still sad that the Straight Edge Superstar probably won't be at Mania this year? Don't fret! Through the magic of YouTube, you can relive some of Punk's greatest moments on the big stage, like his second Money in the Bank ladder match win. This briefcase win would lead to him feuding with Jeff Hardy over the Big Gold Belt over the summer in a feud that is regarded as Punk's creative high water mark in WWE by folks (like myself). Enjoy!

This Week in Sid History: Sid Faces the Undertaker at WrestleMania

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Our hero, the sixth victim in Undertaker's Streak

We’ve done it, you guys! It’s WrestleMania season and what better way to celebrate than by talking about Sid. (HEY, GET BACK HERE!) This week’s Sid edition once again features our hero as the World Wrestling Federation Champion. In the previous Sid article, we focused on Sid’s title defense win against Bret Hart. The challenge remains ahead for Sid this week as the Road to WrestleMania makes a stop at the Rosemont Horizon in Chicago.

For this week’s edition, we focus on the Wrestlemania XIII no disqualification main event between Sycho Sid and the Undertaker.

WrestleMania XIII took place at the Rosemont Horizon (now the All State Arena) in Chicago on March 23, 1997.

In the last edition. Sid was forced to defend his title against Bret Hart and was able to hold on and get the win, thanks to help from the Undertaker. Because of this, the match was set up for WrestleMania between Sid and the Undertaker. It was the first main event WrestleMania for the Undertaker and the second for Sid. (It’s worth pointing out that Sid has main evented WrestleMania more times than CM Punk. SO TAKE THAT!)

This was the Undertaker’s sixth WrestleMania match. He was at 5-0 in his legendary streak. The wrestlers he defeated though, well, I don’t know.

Taker’s first Wrestlemania match took place in Los Angeles at WrestleMania VII when he defeated Jimmy Snuka. Snuka was ultimately the shortest wrestler he faced at WrestleMania, up that point. The next year in Indianapolis for Wrestlemania VIII, the Undertaker defeated Jake the Snake Roberts. WrestleMania IX was all about the Undertaker’s “match” against Giant Gonzalez. If you could call it that. The Undertaker missed out on WrestleMania X, but was back for XI to take on King Kong Bundy. XII featured the Undertaker facing Diesel.

While the Undertaker was indeed 5-0 at Wrestlemania, those wins ultimately came against stars of the 80s, plus Gonzalez and Diesel. Two of those wins came with wrestlers on their way out of the company (Roberts and Diesel).

The Streak wasn’t quite the streak as everyone knows. During the broadcast, I don’t recall them ever mentioning that the Undertaker was undefeated. The first really good Undertaker WrestleMania match didn’t occur until the next year at Wrestlemania XIV, when he faced Kane.

On this night, it was Sid’s opportunity to put an end to any future Streak idea. Not only that, but the title was on the line and Sid had an opportunity to leave Chicago as the champion.

The match itself became a No DQ. To put it into perspective, the previous two matches (Bret Hart vs. Steve Austin submission match and the Chicago Street Fight between LOD/Ahmed Johnson and NOD) were also no disqualification. So it was more or less three straight no DQ matches to close out Wrestlemania. WE GOTTA HAVE A WINNER. Sid and the Undertaker had the unenviable task of trying to follow the classic between Hart and Austin. The Chicago Street Fight as a buffer wasn’t necessarily effective.

Shawn Michaels, fresh off losing his smile, is happy to be part of the fun at Wrestlemania XIII as he joined Vince McMahon, Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross at ringside. Sadly Michaels on commentary wasn’t included in the Mr. WrestleMania DVD. Also, neither was his WrestleMania 20 match with Triple H and [REDACTED].

The Undertaker and Sid both made their entrances. Sid’s entrance of course had his wonderful pyro sign. Because WHY NOT!

An unwanted and probably not showered Bret Hart showed up to the ring before the start of the match, declaring himself to be an enemy of the Undertaker and questioning Sid’s championship credentials. Sid received a lovely pop from the Chicago crowd as he powerbombed the Hitman. (This probably won’t come back to haunt Sid.)

Sid grabbed the mic and told Hart to get out of there, even called him a crybaby. As Sid was distracted, yelling at Bret on the mic, the Undertaker snuck up and attacked, starting the match.

The Undertaker maintained the offensive for awhile, pounding away at Sid, until Sid grabbed hold of the Dead Man with a bear hug. Sid recovered and continued to attack the Undertaker.

The match itself started slow and continued...well, slower.

Sid clotheslined the Undertaker out of the ring, as the Dead Man landed on his feet, pulling at Sid, until Sid kicked him over by the Spanish announce table.

Sid eventually tried to slam the Undertaker through the table, but it was to no avail as the table and Taker fell over.

Later, Sid powerslammed the Undertaker, going for multiple covers and getting multiple two counts. This led to Sid venting his frustration very audibly.

The Undertaker caught new life with his flying clothesline, but it didn’t keep Sid down for long. Soon, the two found themselves outside the ring as a guardrail stood between the brawlers.

They eventually get back in the ring and continue back and forth with each other. At one point, both men big booted each other. The referee started the standing ten count. Sid was the first one to get up and covered the Undertaker for a near fall. He continued to work over the Undertaker. Sid went to the middle rope in the corner and double-axe handled the Dead Man and followed up with a clothesline off the middle rope. (Who needs the top rope when you’re as tall as Sid is.)

Once more to the middle rope for another double axe handle, but the Undertaker countered. Sid fought back, slammed Taker and climbed the top rope. Taker shot up, crotched Sid and slammed him to the mat. It was the Undertaker’s turn to climb the top rope, which he did to perform his patented clothesline, only getting a two count.

The Undertaker called for the tombstone piledriver, getting Sid up, but our hero reversed and performed a tombstone on Taker. Sid put the Undertaker’s hands against his chest and covered, just as some fan threw some garbage in the ring (THIS IS NOT WCW, PEOPLE!). The Undertaker barely kicked out. Sid was shocked, because he knew he was in trouble.

To give himself some more time, Sid tossed the Undertaker out of the ring and leveled him with punches. Both wrestlers teased a double chokeslam spot when out of nowhere, BRET HART levels Sid with two chair shots against his back. The Undertaker slammed Sid’s back against the ringpost and got him in the ring.

Hart was escorted away from ringside by countless officials. The Undertaker meanwhile was able to get Sid up for a chokeslam. He covered Sid, but got a near fall. Sid regained the advantage and set up for another powerbomb. HOWEVER, Hart showed up again, distracting Sid, which allowed the Undertaker to set up for the tombstone piledriver 1...2...3. A new champion was crowned.

So with much thanks to Bret Hart, the Undertaker was the new World Wrestling Federation Champion. It was his second title reign in the WWF. Unlike his first reign, which lasted like a week, this one took him to SummerSlam.

Sid got another opportunity at the Undertaker a few months later, but was ultimately done with the company shortly after the King of the Ring.

How did the match compare with the rest of the card? Not all that well, to be honest. The match itself was given a 1 and 1/4 star rating from the Wrestling Observer Newsletter. In the interest of fairness, how could anyone top Hart vs. Austin.

The match itself was ranked TWENTY-TWO on Brandon Stroud’s scientific WrestleMania main event rankings. It warmed my heart to know it ranks ahead of Once in a Lifetime II. Cageside Seats meanwhile ranked in 26th, ahead of Hogan/Slaughter, Yokozuna/Hart and Bam Bam Bigelow/LT.

Now, as for the rumors that maybe one of the contestants in the WrestleMania XIII main event crapped his pants, I just assume it best to avoid the subject altogether. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, PEOPLE! MOVE ALONG! (Ed. Note: If those rumors are true, then Sid remains tied with Punk for number of matches having defecated himself in the WWF/E. Take solace in that one, Punk fans!)

Our next edition for This Week in Sid History will take place soon as we cover the WrestleMania VIII main event between Sid and Hulk Hogan.
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