Money In The Bank eh. A wrestling show. Don’t mistake this for a review btw, I’ll do that properly at some point. This is more of an initial reaction thing, although it will contain SPOILERS and many of them, in case ye were daft enough to not get that fae the title. I think ye got it though. Ye seem like a smart guy. That’s what I’ve always liked about you pal. That intuition. That’ll serve ye well in later life. Well, that and the delicious rump ye happen tae be sporting, but this isnae about you and yer terrific tail, it’s about the Money In The Bank PPV.
I’ve wanted to write a wee opinion piece on TNA for a while, and now is that time. I’m not really sure where to start, I’ll just go with the flow and see where it takes me.
Here’s the thing guys. I really fuckin liked RAW last week. Hunners and millions. The most complete RAW in months if ye ask me. A belter. So that made me think a wee bit so it did. I’m no a big fan of thinking. It gets in the way of havering shite, and living haphazardly, but aye. I was thinking, if I really liked the show, and I really like writing, why the fuck wis I no buzzing tae get a review done right away? Last year, if RAW was properly good, I’d either start writing right after the show finished, or first thing the next morning. Yet here I sit, 3 hours before MITBs due tae start, n there’s still nae review for the final RAW before it, then it fuckin clicked.
Guys. I think I fell outta love wae reviewing RAW. 😮
Or maybe it fell out of love wae me? I dunno. Its been a year and a bit that I’ve been reviewing this shit, and that amount of exposure tae me tends tae turn folk sour, so maybe its more a case of it getting sick of me than me getting sick of it, but I’ll tell ye whit I’m gonnae dae. I’m gonnae try and get the love back. I’m gonnae review it a bit differently this week and gush about the many positives that the show contained. Straight up fuckin leakin aw the positive vibes, all over you and that sexy boady of yours. Mess ye right up. Ye intae it? I know I’m intae it. Typed myself intae quite the frenzy here, so lets get tae it. Its about ta get NAWTY.
Aye I’m cheating a bit, so whit. Wanna fight abahd it? I cannae be arsed writing a MITB preview AND something else for the Daily Thing, so I figured we’d kill 2 birds wae the one stane and combine the two. I’ve still no reviewed RAW yet either. Fuckin disgrace man. In my defence….I don’t really have a defence, so I’ll shut the fuck up and write this MITB Preview.
Fuck knows. I’ve dug mysel a hole here eh? Fuckin daily thing. Meaning every day. Meaning even as I lie here burst, wantin tae curl intae a wee baw and sleep tae Wrestlemania 31, I need tae try and bust out a blog post. That was one of the main points in starting this I suppose. Even on days I cannae be fucked, it makes me sit and write something. Some words. Maybe about wrestling. Maybe just havering about life in general. Who knows ma man. Who fuckin knows.
So today’s daily thing is gonnae be a quick haver. That was the plan for the Red Lightning one right enough, and it turned into a 2000 word dissertation about his ICW Title run, but naw, this will be nice and short. I hope……
Unless you’ve been living under a stone, or a particularly heavy-set human being over the past couple of weeks, it won’t have escaped yer attention that our very own Drew McIntyre had his reign as WWE’s token Scottish guy that folk can understand ended at the merciless hands of Vince McMahon. Or Triple H. Or whoever the fuck handles releases. Point is, some cunt, or a collection of cunts had a wee chat about it, and decided that they didnae need any incredibly talented, dashing Scottish bastards entering their prime. That’s no the kind of thing WWE are looking for at the moment Drew. We’d rather have ye job to tiny Mexican bulls, and go about with a kid on band, whilst we tease Triple H becoming a main eventer again, and seriously consider giving John Cena is 50021th World Title reign at Money In The Bank this Sunday. Whilst Drews boaby got him in the bad books in the first place, the fact that he remained in the bad books for so long is nothing short of negligence on WWEs part. Simple as that. It’s a case of people who are paid to spot and nurture talent properly just not doing their fucking jobs.
MS (Editor, all round chief/good cunt) – This focusses more on a wrestling related subject and not hating me, so my bits in italics will not occur often, unless he tries tae make oot like I wasn’t at this show with him. Oh he done that in the very first sentence? Sound. His career is OVER.
Recently, I attended the Glasgow leg of WWE’s Wrestlemania Revenge tour. It was always my intention to pen a review and have it featured on Snapmare Necks, until Martin and I had a misunderstanding and I was unceremoniously dismissed from the blog. Truth be told, I wasn’t going to divulge this information, but I haven’t been on the roster of writers for the blog in a long time. Any blog post I’ve written I have had to purchase the bandwidth from Martin and pay for my words to be featured. So I will be using my spot today to include a short review of my experiences at WWE’s live event.
The plan today was to do a bit of a longer thing about Drew Mcintyres future and all that, but I’ve no got a long post in me today. Been looking at jobs, and putting my appendix on EBay, so right not I’m a bit too pre-occupied trying tae book mysell in tae have it removed without having appendicitis or anything. So we’ve pushed the Drew article till the morra, but it’s coming. Don’t sweat it.