BOSS LADY RAY: A couple of weeks ago my brother sent me link to an article on the 25 Worst Storylines in Wrestling. I read it, felt the shame of being a fan of wrestling and responded telling him that I had clearly wasted the last 12 years of my life and it had all been his fault for introducing me to this silly sport. Last week I found myself shouting out loud at the TV when Michael Cole was driving me to distraction. Nobody else was in the room. I felt silly. I told myself I was probably getting too old for this kind of behaviour.
Then Raw happened. I’ve been through the story of my introduction to wrestling several times before so I won’t go through it again. I’ll just insert the punchline – I came to find out who Shawn Michael was, I stayed for The Rock. I can honestly say that if it hadn’t been The Rock , the last 12 twelve years of my life would definitely have been wrestling free. When The Rock came back on Raw this week it was an incredible rush. Even though I knew what was coming (stupid timezones), when the lights when down one switch at a time and “If you smelllllllllllll……..” filled every inch of the arena, the goosebumps were instant, I forgot to breathe for a few seconds and I let out a screech that greatly disturbed the cat.
This week’s song isn’t dedicated to The Rock. It’s actually dedicated to wrestling as a whole. Wrestling, you’re still ridiculous, but……….
You will now have that stuck in our head for the rest of the day. You’re welcome. Incidentally, the most balance response to The Rock’s return I saw this week was at Kick-Out!! Wrestling. I recommend reading here.
SIDEKICK ANDREW: I’m sorry, I just can’t… it’s still too soon. Too painful. Too… raw.