Scott said that Tape Machines was coming back "fucking soon," but then we just...didn't. But now I'm here and that's something. We've both talked about it plenty in the past, but it's always cycles for us with wrestling. We won't watch for a while, then we're watching hours and hours a day for a few months and so on.
I've got all kinds of stuff I'm currently watching and have half written up, but the exciting thing (for me, anyway) is that I'm into "The Modern Product" for the first time in a very, very long time.
Scott invited "the boys" over to watch SummerSlam and I found the show top to bottom fantastic. There's a way that wrestling promotions feel when they're clicking. You can watch a show and even the dead matches have something going for them.
I'm not saying that the current WWE is peak years NWA or anything, but they're really doing things right. And, it seems they've finally addressed the issue with being a "PG" company and reconciled the necessary violence of pro wrestling with just not bleeding all over the place and having a focus on tits. I love blood in my pro wrasslin', but I can learn to live without it if everything else is going well.
Monday's Raw was tremendous in terms of furthering the main narrative of the company. They've slowly built the tension between Triple H, the McMahons and the locker room to the point where they had to take the big next step or it was going to overcook.
So Stephanie pushes Orton to become the psychotic, out of control monster he used to be which leads to him doing the ol' stomp on the head neck in a chair to The Miz (about the best possible use for him). The "Big Show is broke so he keeps doing shit that is tearing him up emotionally" thing goes to the next level when he is forced to knock out old ass Dusty Rhodes (and they pull off the perfect thing with him hitting him, then cradling him and laying him down). The locker room watches Dusty get carted off. Daniel Bryan's title win is voided because of a "conspiracy" involving a fast count which combines with the Dusty thing to solidify the locker room as having been collectively pushed too far and...well:
It's not exactly Luger winning the world title over Hogan on Nitro. But it was a hell of a pop considering it was a bunch of scrubs (and Dolph *yay!*) for the most part making the save and celebrating as the show went off the air.
Also, at one point Paul Heyman kissed Ryback.
Wrestling is so great...