Wrestling 101Well welcome all! The powers that be offered me a chance to write a column on the Indies, and of course I jumped at the chance to do it. Hopefully I want to give everyone a chance to become well aware and versed in some of the lesser known independent feds that dot America which often get overshadowed by the ones that get more coverage.
Welcome to the first of many a column from Mitchell Jones, who would be me. Over the next lifetime, I’ll be compressing my thoughts on the US scene into one weekly page ready for you to print off when the toilet paper runs low. You could call it a random thoughts column, but to be honest, I’d rather call it a random thoughts column… with attitude!
Well, hello. It’s that time of the week again, when I have to sit down, pop on some groovy tunes and start rambling endlessly – one of these weeks, I’ll come out with a point! Hey, don’t hold your breath though!
Well, hello. Welcome to the post No Mercy edition of The Live Wire, the column that pigged out on Pot Noodle, nacho chips and Red Bull, and feels kinda… fragile today. Go figure.
Well, hello. It’s the weekend of a pay per view, so I guess that means it’s Predictamania time. Woo. Let me contain my eager yelps of excitement, as I am deadly excited about this show. NOT!!!
Well, hello. Welcome to this week’s edition of The Live Wire, that is amazingly fine, having attempted to drain Glasgow’s finest hostelries of copious amounts of alcohol over the weekend, thanks to the Smash Night Out Version 3.0.
Well, hello. It’s Monday. It’s raining. It’s after dinner-time. I don’t have any ice cream, so I’d better do something else instead of stuff my face further. Guess I should be doing a column then. You LUCKY people! So, with the sounds of The Darkness blaring in the background… we’ll begin.
Brock Lesnar turns heel and no one cares. Rey Mysterio executes one heart-stopping move after another and we just yawn. Chris Benoit is one of the best wrestlers in the world today- and no one gives a damn.
Well, hello. So, peeps – it is that fateful time once more… the time that I have to sit and pretend that I know what I’m doing and write something, and the time you have to pretend to enjoy it. Well, at least some of you should! Please? Oh, alright then. humph!
Well, hello. Welcome to your post Unforgiven edition of the Live Wire – this week, I had a good sleep, and I put that down to what allegedly happened last night. Yes, folks, if you like the usual positive review that I try and give PPVs, then don’t read on. Just assume that I didn’t like it, and come back next week.