It’s hard to be a wrestling fan.
It’s even harder to be a wrestling fan who then has to produce original content about said wrestling.
On behalf of Doc Manson, I apologize to our fans for being absent these last weeks. I wish I had a hell of an excuse, but I think it just comes down to fatigue. Tired of writing, tired of editing, tired of having to watch RAW week after week and think of a new angle to blog about.
WWE just isn’t that exciting these days.
Sure, when Brock beat the snot out of Cena, we were jazzed. This was the beginning of a new era, we thought. This was going to be special.
What’s happened since? The Bellas spend each week yelling at each other and crying. . . Dean Ambrose is running around the countryside like Mick Foley after one too many Vaderbombs. . . What’s the main event for Night of Champions? Cena and Lesnar. . .Again.
So I’ve soured a bit on the current product. Thankfully, the WWE Network has saved me.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been watching the first year of Monday Night RAW, and the PPV’s to go with it. Here are, in no particular order, some musings and thoughts on that crazy time in pro wrestling, and if we can take anything from it today.
