This is a wrestling column, so of course...OF COURSE I open with an image of a beautiful woman. It's not random. She's a professional wrestler. It's shameful, and I'm ashamed. But it's not random! She's Penelope Ford, a quality "worker," in my opinion, for All Elite Wrestling. If you're new here, I will be focusing on AEW, though irony is leaning its catawampus head over my shoulder. I'm well aware that Wrestlemania is a mere two nights away. Frankly, it should have been cancelled or postponed.
I get it. I really do. We want our entertainment, but at press time, we need our patience. Countless calls to hold off on the event? Vince says, "Oh, no. We're running it twice!" This is such a stupidly McMahon response to a solemn situation. Will I watch? I still own a Network account and I'm naturally curious, so yes. I might as well. It's going to happen whether I watch or not. Isn't that a symptom of whatever virus Vince is hosting? Mounting his "sports entertainment" circus regardless of extenuating circumstances? The show must go on? Etcetera?
His recipe, as banal as it has become, does not change. It is impervious to ridicule. I hate to say it, but I wonder if AEW should really be taping episodes of Dark and Dynamite right now. This country still hasn't shut everything down. That's going to prolong this period of communal syncope, but I don't want to tread near socio-political waters. Eek! That's not what I do best. I'm much more comfortable saying that the 19-minute brouhaha between Trent and Kenny Omega was a "Match of the Year" candidate. Loved the brutal action on the outside. And Hikaru Shida's exchange with Britt Baker was simply awesome.
In all likelihood, I'll post comments about Wrestlemania next week. We'll see what happens? Excitement? Yay?
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