I'm a lapsed wrestling fan.
It's a bit like being a lapsed Catholic, in that you still believe in the underlying principles of it all, but you just don't go to church every week. You just make time for the major celebrations.
I still enjoy wrestling, but I don't have the time, or frankly the inclination, to watch Raw and Smackdown every week. I have friends that do, who fill me in on what's going on every so often, and as the plots are less complicated than the average Point Horror novel (nineties reference), I'm always more than comfortable that I can get up to speed before a PPV.
And I do enjoy the PPVs. I'd never watch them alone, but as a social activity with friends (who are all equally geeky and are big enough fans to be able to be critical) it's a fun way to spend a Monday night. Plus we tend to get pizza.
So on Monday night I found myself watching Survivor Series, in no small part because The Rock was going to be wrestling again for the first time since he went "Hollywood" five years ago. Now, when I was REALLY into wrestling, The Rock was hands down one of my favourites. It wasn't his wrestling, it was that he was funny and his promos were always incredibly entertaining. And now he's back, I'm guessing because Vince McMahon threw an obscene amount of money his way.
And he didn't disappoint. His promo was great and he could still keep up with the younger guys in the ring (he's only in his late thirties after all). His next scheduled match is at Wrestlemania, and based on this performance, I'll be setting that Monday night aside.
Pizzas at the ready.
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