On Sunday night, I ended my seven-year hiatus from professional wrestling when I attended a screening of Wrestlemania XXVII, the WWE's annual celebration of Spandex and suplexes. And almost immediately, I realized why I had decided to stop watching this stuff in the first place.
Because, boy, was the show awful. Full of bizarre bookings (Alberto Del Rio wuz robbed!), plodding matches (I'm still recovering from the Undertaker/HHH snooze-fest) and, of course, an anti-climactic finale (having The Rock bury both challenger John Cena and champion The Miz was a rather, uh, interesting choice, to say the very least), it was a listless four hours that left me feeling empty inside. And while, sure, there were a few bright spots — why has no one ever told me about this CM Punk guy?!?! — overall, I feel pretty secure saying that I can probably go another seven years without watching the WWE again. If not much, much longer.
Still, I'd be remiss if I didn't point out just how impressed I was with Snooki, who was added to the 'Mania card with much fanfare (and much derision from hard-core wrestling fans) last month, and then surprised pretty much everyone by delivering the goods on Sunday night.
I mean, sure, the Snookster didn't exactly have much to do — she was teamed with Trish Stratus and some dude named John Morrison in the so-called "Brunette Mafia" (props to Trish for keeping kayfabe alive by dying her hair brown), who took on the team of Dolph Ziggler, Michelle McCool and Layla — but in her limited action, Snooki proved that she was a stout worker, delivering a slap to Ziggler, mixing it up on the mat, and, in the bout's final spot, hitting an honest-to-goodness, across-the-ring backflip on McCool.
That move earned some actual "Ooh's" from the Georgia Dome crowd, and, after pinning McCool, Snooki stood victorious, arms raised by Stratus and Morrison. It was by no means a technical masterpiece, but as far as celebrified smackdowns go, it was pretty decent (and it was definitely better than that Big Show/Kane/Corre clusterfrick). So, why knows, perhaps Snooki has a future in the grappling business? She's already got her finisher down pat.
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