Dusty tribute idea for Raw

Cody returns (as Cody or Stardust, whichever) and answers Cena's open challenge. Considering the situation, Cody will be the biggest face in the building.


Now obviously, they're not going to have Cody win the title, Dusty dying or not. But why not have a ref bump or some other shenanigans (perhaps Owens is involved) and Cody pins Cena. Seemingly wins the US title….

….only to have the ultimate Dusty finish, another ref comes out and it's reversed and Cena retains.

Seems like it'd be a fitting way to honor Dusty.

Thoughts?

I think Cody should definitely be in the John Cena challenge on Monday, although I don't know about doing another Dusty Finish.  That'd probably be way too inside for most people to understand.  It's too bad Goldust is injured because having the Dust Brothers win the tag titles would have been ideal.  

Tribute to the Troops 2014

Tribute
to the Troops 2014
Date: December 17, 2014
Location: Columbus
Civic Center, Columbus, Georgia
Attendance: 17,000
Commentators: John
Bradshaw Layfield, Michael Cole
Reviewed by Tommy Hall
It’s that special time
of year when WWE gets to put in very little effort and bang their
chests to brag about how amazing they are for doing something for the
troops. Ignore the fact that they no longer go across the world to
do these shows or even hold them in a military base anymore and enjoy
meaningless matches, unnecessary musical performances and recorded
cameos by celebrities who aren’t actually appearing in person. Did I
mention this show has lost its shine for me in the last few years?
Let’s get to it.

Will Ferrell, the
Osbornes, Rachel Maddow, the Muppets, Michael Strahan, Kelly Ripa,
Aaron Rogers, Bruce Willis, Stephen Colbert, a bunch of wrestlers and
celebrities that I either don’t recognize or go too fast to type love
the troops.
Here’s
Hulk Hogan with an American flag, walking between some troops to open
the show. Really, is there anyone else that should be doing
something like this? He talks about how great it is to live in this
country but gets cut off by Miz and Mizdow (minus Slammys and
titles). Miz says you’re welcome to everyone here for portraying a
marine in his signature role. When you think pillar of strength of
the military, you think Miz.
This
brings out John Cena to apologize for Miz, who is either drunk or has
amnesia. When Cena thinks of toughness, he thinks of the armed
forces. When he thinks of Miz, it’s something a whole lot more
metrosexual. Like Ryan Seacrest for example. The Miz compares
himself to Bob Hope and says dying children ask people to win one for
the Miz. Cena of course doesn’t believe it and polls the fans on
whether or not Miz is a big deal.
Miz laughs it off and
says that it’s Hogan in the ring with Miz instead of him being in the
ring with Hogan. He brings up the Wrestlemania XXVII loss and says
he played a more convincing soldier than Cena ever could. The brawl
is on and Mizdow ie left alone for his team. He mimes getting beaten
up by Cena and dives over the ropes on his own in a funny bit.
This
brings out Team Authority minus Rusev but plus Big Show because even
specials need to have long opening segments. The beatdown is on but
Ryback, Rowan and Ziggler come out for the save. Team Cena and Hogan
stand tall in an actual feel good moment. Hogan has been the Real
American for over thirty years and you have to have him here for
something like this.
Angelina Jolie loves
the troops and plugs her new movie Unbroken.
Goldust/Stardust vs.
Usos
Goldust
talks trash to Jey to start and eats an uppercut for his efforts.
Off to Stardust who gets punched in the face as well before it’s off
to Jimmy for a slam. Goldust gets in a cheap shot from the apron but
Jimmy stops to dance. The Usos knock the Dusts to the floor for some
big dives as we take a break. Back with Jey being sent to the floor
for a stomping from Stardust as Cole talks about how amazing Fort
Benning is.
Stardust works on an
armbar before kicking Jey in the face for two. Goldust gets the same
off a powerslam and we hit the chinlock. Jey fights up and makes the
hot tag to his brother for some house cleaning. The Umaga attack
stuns Stardust and the enziguri sends Goldust to the floor. There’s
a big dive from Jey but Jimmy takes the Disaster Kick for two. Jimmy
pops back up with a corkscrew dive for two more. Jey superkicks
Stardust down and the double superkick sets up Superfly Splashes for
the stereo pin at 10:38.
Rating:
C.
The match was fine but it’s the same one we’ve seen half a dozen
times now. The Usos continue to have great rhythm together which you
can only find in actual brothers. The Dusts on the other hand are
still falling apart, even though they’re staying sharp in the ring.
I’d assume we’ll get to the split eventually, which I don’t hate as
much as I used to.

Lester Holt loves
the troops.
The cast of the Voice
loves the troops.
Florida Georgia Line
performs.
Tom Brokaw loves the
troops.
Divas Battle Royal
All
of the Divas are here in either Christmas themed attire or at least a
Santa hat. It’s a brawl to start with Emma quickly being eliminated.
Rosa and Summer have a dance off as the rest of the match just
stops. Thankfully they get together and eliminate the pair but
Cameron stops to check her compact. Naomi takes it away and holds it
out, making Cameron stop to look at herself again, giving Naomi the
easy elimination.
The Bellas throw Alicia
out, leaving us with the Bellas, Paige, Naomi and Natalya. Paige
busts out some mistletoe but the Bellas kick her to the floor. Naomi
tries to jump over Nikki in the corner but gets planted with an
Alabama Slam. Brie eliminates herself by missing a baseball slide,
allowing Naomi to dump the other two out for the win at 3:45.
Rating:
D+.
This is there so the girls can look good in their outfits and nothing
more. It wasn’t entertaining for the most part but thankfully they
kept this very short. This is a tradition for the show and at the
end of the day, it’s one of those things there for the fans and
nothing more.
Video of the roster
visiting the troops.
Sgt. Slaughter tells us
to stick around.
Dean Ambrose vs.
Bray Wyatt
This
is a Boot Camp match, meaning a military themed street fight. Sgt.
Slaughter does the introductions for old times’ sake. Ambrose comes
out in a camouflage hat to really suck up to the fans. It’s a brawl
to start of course with Dean hitting his dropkick against the ropes.
Bray comes back with a slam as we’re waiting on the weapons to come
into play. Dean comes back with what looked like a bulldog to send
Bray outside, setting up the suicide dive.
They head to the
camouflaged posts before Dean hits him with what looked like a tool
box. Since there aren’t enough weapons in the ring, Dean goes
underneath to find some chairs, one of which he wedges in the corner.
Bray comes back with a kendo stick shot and hammers away on Dean’s
ribs. Some right hands get two on Ambrose as the announcers debate
G.I. Joes.
We
take a break and come back with Dean fighting out of a cravate but
eating a right hand to the face. A big kendo stick shot gets two and
Bray slowly kicks away. Bray misses a big shot though and Dean takes
the stick away. Wyatt seems to like the idea but doesn’t like the
beating Ambrose gives him as much. A White Russian legsweep and
middle rope elbow with the chair get two for Dean so he starts
looking for more toys. He picks a table but takes too long setting
it up, allowing Bray to Rock Bottom Ambrose through the table for
two.
Wyatt busts out another
table but stops to get in Slaughter’s face, allowing Dean to get a
breather. Slaughter takes off his boot as Dean comes back with the
rebound clothesline. The steel toed boot comes into the ring and
goes upside Bray’s head to knock him onto the table. Dean heads up
top for the elbow through the table for the pin at 14:30.
Rating:
C+.
This was violent enough to be entertaining but the gimmick was just
there to tie things together. In other words, this was a basic
street fight with nothing special other than the last spot of the
match. Nothing much to see here, but these two have done so much
that it’s hard to find something new.
We recap the opening
segment.
Jamie Fox and Cameron
Diaz love the troops and plug their new movie Annie.
The Kardashians love
the troops.
Here
are Lana and Rusev to what should be better heat. She says the fans
are lucky to be in the presence of the greatest US Champion of all
time to make them a bit angrier. The fans shout Rusev down with the
USA chant so Lana puts up the Putin photo. She issues something like
an open challenge and here’s Daniel Bryan to interrupt and fire up
the crowd all over again.
Bryan
says the thing the Russians don’t understand about Americans is that
they never back down. It doesn’t matter if you’re 5’5 like Bryan
(that’s a bit low) or 7’2, Democrat or Republican, we fight no matter
what. If Rusev and Lana don’t like that, they should go back to
Russia. Lana laughs him off and Rusev invites Bryan out to the
floor. Daniel asks if Rusev wants to do all this right in front of
the troops. The thing about Americans is they’ll come from anywhere
to defend their freedoms. A few troops start jumping the barricade
and two repel from the ceiling to surround Rusev. Bryan gets in the
ring but Rusev bails.
The vast of the Today
Show loves the troops.
Larry the Cable Guy
loves the troops.
Florida Georgia Line
performs again.
Team Cena goes over
their game plan (an actual piece of paper labeled “game plan”).
Video on Hire Heroes.
Ryback/John
Cena/Erick Rowan/Dolph Ziggler vs. Kane/Luke Harper/Big Show/Seth
Rollins
Ryback
and Rollins get things going with Seth being powered back into the
corner. We hit the wristlock on Rollins before it’s off to Rowan for
a big (red) slam. The good guys keep their control until Seth decks
Ziggler with a right hand. Dolph is able to escape a delayed suplex
from Harper though and tags in Ryback for a delayed suplex of his
own, complete with FEED ME MORE, for two. Ziggler comes back in with
a dropkick but it’s off to Rollins to take over again. The running
DDT gets a quick two on Seth but everything breaks down with the bad
guys standing tall as we take a break.
Back
with Big Show throwing Ziggler around before it’s off to Kane. The
announcers talk about Kane attacking the Bunny with JBL talking about
how great a moment it was. Instead of letting the potential new fans
say “what are they talking about? That sounds kind of
interesting.”, Cole is right there to explain that it’s just a guy
in a bunny suit to kill the idea dead.
Rollins comes back in
and stomps away but Ziggler gets in a shot and DIVES over for the tag
to Cena. Harper comes in as well to take the finishing sequence but
Rollins breaks up the AA attempt. Kane breaks up the STF and it’s
secondary finishers a go-go. The AA plants Show and Cena AA’s Harper
onto Big show, but makes sure to shove Show out of the way so he can
pin Harper at 13:37.
Rating:
D+.
You know, they almost had me here. They had me buying into this for
just a second but then I lost the little hope I had. I can’t believe
it, but for a second I thought Big Show might actually do a job here.
Thankfully reality set in as Cena made sure to shove Big Show out of
the way after the AA and having Harper land on him so harper could
take the pin. I was getting worried there for a second.
Hogan comes out to
celebrate to end the show.
Overall
Rating:
D+.
I didn’t get as annoyed with this show as I have in the past but it’s
still not really necessary. Back in the day when the actually went
to Iraq and Afghanistan, the show felt like something special and
unique. Now it feels like a star (pre-recorded cameo) studded house
show with four matches and little effort. It also doesn’t help that
this makes eleven hours (counting Sunday’s pre-show) of WWE in four
days. If you watch all the shows like WWE implores you to do, the
burnout hit somewhere around the middle of Smackdown last night. The
show wasn’t bad, but it came and went and I won’t think of it again.
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PG WEEK: Tribute to the Troops 2013 on NBC

The
PG Era Rant for Tribute to the Troops 2013 (NBC Edit).
Okay,
no need to say what happened the last time we left our “heroes”,
because as WWE loves to point out, tonight’s show is FOR the heroes.
From
Lewis-McChord Joint Base in Tacoma, WA.
Your
hosts are Michael Cole and JBL.

We
open with Daniel Bryan on his way to the ring. Our troops need to
work on their YES.
But
as he fires up the crowd, we get the opening credits and a look back
at our last 10 Tributes. It includes footage of surprise troop
family reunions that NEVER get old.
I
take it back; the troops have been YES-ing right along with Bryan all
throughout the credits. But before we can get too much into the
spirit, the Wyatt Family heads to the ring.
Daniel
Bryan v. Bray Wyatt. Bray throws Bryan around, but Bryan comes back
with kicks only to run into a back elbow. They must be in an
airplane hangar – acoustics are bad and Bray’s blowing steam. Bray
works Bryan over in the corner and Hammer Throws him. Bray punches
Bryan in the corner and charges, but Bryan flips over and gets his
comeback. Bryan with YES Kicks, including the roundhouse, and he
goes up top for the Ram Jam. Harper and Rowan race in for the DQ at
1:43. It’s 3-on-1 against Bryan, but CM Punk races down and urges
them to bring it. He races past Rowan, low bridges Harper, and dives
onto both of them before pulling Bryan up. And now Vickie Guerrero
emerges from the back to break it up. She ejects Bray from ringside
and changes the match. HOLLA! (takes drink)
Luke
Harper & Erick Rowan v. CM Punk & Daniel Bryan. Joined in
progress with Punk and Bryan working Rowan over in the corner. Bray
was allowed to stay at ringside after all. Rowan lands a back elbow
on Bryan. Harper in, and he drops a pair of elbows for two. To the
chinlock, as we look over a C-17 in the backdrop. Bryan fights out,
but gets clobbered. Rowan back in, and an elbowdrop gets two. Neck
crank follows as everyone can see their breath. Even JBL has to
admit it. Bryan fights out but runs into a fallaway slam. Rowan
misses a falling something, and hot tag Punk. A series of
clotheslines staggers Rowan, as does a roundhouse kick, so Punk
finally sends him down with a springboard clothesline. Running knee
in the corner, and the duck-under spinning neckbreaker follows. Punk
calls for GTS and succeeds in getting him up, but now Bray runs in
for the DQ at 2:52. 3/4*
So who’s next to make the save? How about John Cena. Cena cleans
house and saves Punk and Bryan as a standoff happens. Hey, here’s
Vickie again. HOLLA! (takes another drink)
Bray
Wyatt, Luke Harper, and Erick Rowan v. CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, and
John Cena. Joined in progress as Bray crushes Punk in the corner and
does the inverted look. Harper in, and he hooks the Gator Roll on
Punk. They have people watching from on top of a helicopter. Punk
gets to his feet, but Harper pushes off only to get hit with the
spinning neckbreaker Punk does. Harper bounces everyone off the face
corner and suplexes Punk, but he doesn’t get anything because Cena
distracts the ref looking for revenge. Rowan in, and he gets a
reverse powerslam into a backbreaker for two. If you go to the
dot-com, Michael Cole interviews the Governor of Washington. Anyway,
Bray in as he traps Punk in a neutral corner and puts him on it, but
Punk headbutts Bray down and gets a diving bodypress. Harper in, but
it’s hot tag Cena and Cena goes into Comeback Mode. He taunts Rowan
with You Can’t See Me and drops the Five-Knuckle Shuffle on Harper.
Harper slides out of the AA, but the STF is on, and Rowan has to
save. Everybody’s in the ring now, and Harper’s left alone at the
end to get hit with GTS, Running Knee, and AA for the pin at 4:00.
*1/2
I know I missed quite a bit in the matches that was during the
break, so don’t really give too much to my ratings.
Clips
of celebrities saying thank you to the troops: Bruce Willis (born on
a US base in Germany) and Ryan Seacrest this time.
Later
tonight, Jeff Dunham and Daughtry.
Michelle
Beadle (the other woman in the ridiculous AJ temper scandal)
interviews Army Ranger Col. Hodges, the head of the base.
Santino
Marella is in the ring to introduce Daughtry (as only he can).
Daughtry
performs their new song “Waiting for Superman”.
We
see Maj. Gen. Stephen Lanza, the head of the Infantry Division of the
base.
Fandango
v. R-Truth. So apparently this is like a Saturday Night’s Main Event
where everything goes from most to least desirable. That’s the only
explanation for why we haven’t seen Jeff Dunham yet. Fun fact: this
is twice now I’ve wanted to type “Duh-nam” and caught myself.
Truth with a headlock takedown into a reversal sequence, and Round
Two ends in Truth getting crunk or something. High hiptoss by Truth
has Fandango groggy. A big uppercut and Truth rains down punches in
the corner but gets thrown off. Fandango with a clothesline, but he
runs into leg lariat. Truth adds a series of clotheslines, followed
by a sitout front suplex for two. Axe Kick misses as Fandango bails
and gets a rope-pull kick, but he runs into Little Jimmy to get
pinned at 1:48. Truth celebrates with the troops.
More
celebrity thank-yous: Alec Baldwin and Will Ferrell (“Stay classy,
US Armed Forces”).
The
Bella Twins introduce Jeff Dunham.
Dunham
(and Peanut) mis-perform the Night Before Christmas, as a commentary
on 2013. Big Show appears and says it’s his turn and he has to cut
them off. YAY BIG SHOW!
Big
Show v. Damien Sandow. Sandow comments on how ridiculous the show
has been so far and says his New Year’s Resolution is to win the
gold. Sandow tries a waistlock, but yeah right, so Show bumps Sandow
down. Big headbutt follows, then a STINKFACE OF DOOM. Yes, that
happened. Show rips off Sandow’s shirt and does the CHOP OF DOOM to
him. Sandow chops away to no effect as Show just stares at him
incredulously, then plants him with a chop. Clotheslines follow,
then an avalanche and shoulderblock. It’s chokeslam time (“USA!”),
and he calls to the fans before loading up the right hand and
connecting for the pin at 2:04. But BRYAN’S music plays as Punk,
Bryan, and Cena return to YES all the way with Big Show. The locker
room follows with YES FOR EVERYONE. Even Cole and JBL join in. The
roster fills the ring and shakes hands with troops at ringside.
Everyone is YES-ing (well, except the unconscious Sandow) as we end
the show.
Not
commenting, not recapping, not statting, just saying: thank you,
ladies and gentlemen who allow me to stay alive. Thank you.

Eddie Guerrero Tribute

Hey Scott,

With his 8 year anniversary tomorrow,  I wrote a tribute to Eddie Guerrero's legacy. I hadn't watched wrestling when Pillman and Owen passed, so "Latino Heat" was my first active wrestler death.


Thanks,

Sadly, Eddie was far from my first active wrestler death and far from the last.  

A Lawler Tribute

Scott,
Long time listener, first time caller.  I recently started up a blog of my own and just posted my thoughts and memories on the King as he continues to recover.  Would love for you to take a look if you have the time, and if you enjoy the piece please help spread the word.  I plan to write a lot about UFC as events come up, as well as the occasional wrestling post like this one (in addition to American professional sports).  Anyways, here is the link, if you choose to accept it: http://sportsnerdwrites.blogspot.com/
Thanks,
Adam

Sure, keep up the positive thoughts for the King!  As someone said here on the blog, it's time for him to pull down the strap and make the superman comeback!

Macho Man Tribute

Hey Scott,
I just wrote this piece for my blog (and yes, it really did take me a year to figure out what to say and how to say it), and I thought I’d pass it your way, too:
World Without A Macho Man
By Monte Williams

I didn’t discover comic books until my twenties, and so it fell to professional wrestlers to provide me with fodder for my adolescent power fantasies. I was an asthmatic and eccentric child, and the baffled indifference with which I regarded competitive sports resulted in an awkward situation from which I never really recovered. Put simply, by age ten, all my friends possessed what struck me as an intimidating grasp of the impenetrably complex rules of football and basketball. I timidly attempted to join in on a hasty game of the latter during a hot afternoon recess in fifth grade, and the coach and my buddy Joseph both playfully mocked me for “traveling”, whatever that means. Thus ended my flirtation with athleticism. (The same panicky feeling of inadequacy arises even now whenever I am confronted with that other traditional masculine activity: automotive repair. Just setting foot inside a Les Schwab shop leaves me feeling uneasy.)
Small wonder that I found such solace and inspiration in the clumsy cartoon narratives of what was known at the time as the World Wrestling Federation. The wrestler who carried most of the burden of my wishful thinking in the late ’80s was the Ultimate Warrior. His theme song was a pounding, thrash-metal assault which served as a brilliant compliment to the Warrior’s aggressive personality, and to the almost unsettling frenetic energy with which he would race to the ring and overwhelm his hapless opponents; there has never been a piece of entrance music more perfectly suited to a wrestler, and I would celebrate my every trivial conquest by loudly performing a Beavis-and-Butthead-style a cappella rendition of the Warrior’s theme.
But the Warrior wasn’t my first hero, nor was he the WWF’s most gifted or charismatic performer. The stories he told in the ring were frequently the most exciting, but they were never the most inspiring or—yeah, I’ll say it—the most resonant. Because the Warrior, for all his power and confidence, wasn’t the best. The best was the first. My first.
My first hero. “Macho Man” Randy Savage.
I was fortunate to avoid the wrath of bullies. Still, I had something of a victim’s manic love of underdogs, particularly defiant underdogs. And it was his reckless defiance that made me a fan of the Macho Man, and of the WWF in general. I’d tried once or twice before to watch wrestling shows, but I’d always found them unpleasant and tiresome. Then something persuaded me to watch for a moment one Saturday morning in 1988. I say “something”, but it’s no mystery—Randy Savage persuaded me.
The jaded, tired, cynical thirty-five-year-old who is writing this essay knows that what he saw that day was just a wrestling “angle” designed to setup the main event of the first SummerSlam pay-per-view, but at age eleven, I saw two villains standing in a wrestling ring—it was the Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase and his bodyguard Virgil, not that I knew their names that day—and I saw a tan, muscular, bearded freak on a stage nearby, and he was wearing leather pants and tassels and giant sunglasses, and he was challenging both the bad guys to a fight at the same time, and it was the most courageous, daring taunt I’d ever witnessed (“in my whole life,” my eleven-year-old self would no doubt hasten to add). Further, the raucous cheers of vigilante endorsement from the crowd clearly implied that this lunatic in purple leather really could fight two guys at once—and win!
I believe Savage’s exact words were, “I’ll take on you and you ugly bodyguard right now.” Hardly the wittiest challenge, admittedly. But when I consider the dizzying number of hours I have spent watching and reading about professional wrestling since 1988, I feel certain that those ten words had a greater impact on me than any other phrase in popular culture. Again, what I found so enthralling was the Macho Man’s brash defiance. I lived in mortal fear of ever having to fight another boy, and this guy? He’s ready to fight two dudes at once! Whoa.
Macho Man was the champion at the time, and that surely added to his appeal. Kids are always drawn to the leader or the strongest character from a group of heroes, and a champion is the strongest (or best) and a leader of sorts. But Hulk Hogan had been the champion, too, and would be again (and again… and again… and again, including a brief reign in the impossibly far-off year of 2002), and yet, while I adored and cheered Hogan, my feelings for him were never quite as intense as what I felt when I’d watch the Macho Man wrestle. For one thing, Hogan was such a massive beast that it was difficult to convince oneself that he was ever really in jeopardy; no doubt this partly accounts for why his program with Andre the Giant was so compelling: for once, Hogan was the victim of someone much meaner and much, much bigger. As such, he was relatable for perhaps the first time. As concerns his ability to create an almost desperate level of sympathy in his audience, the Macho Man was always relatable, which is no small feat considering his character was intense and insane, and also prone to wearing outfits that even Prince might dismiss as too loud.
Too often, the ill will with which two wrestlers toss taunts and threats at one another feels contrived and flat and unconvincing. This was seldom the case with the Macho Man, and it was never the case in any of his blood feuds, especially when he was the good guy; when he threw himself at Bad News Brown or Jake “The Snake” Roberts, the Macho Man didn’t just make everyone believe he hated his opponent—he convinced everyone in the audience that he wanted to kill the son of a bitch.
And yet, Christ, could he ever make you hate him. What a vicious motherfucker! Why, he betrayed Hulk Hogan! He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off Brutus Beefcake’s mullet! He cost the Warrior the championship and treated his valet Elizabeth like shit and man, I fucking hate the Macho Man!
But never for long. He was just too much fun to cheer.
I was never a WCW fan, and so for me, when Randy Savage left the WWF in 1994 to perform in WCW, his career effectively ended. And really, I’d been slipping away from pro wrestling for a few years by that point, so that I was only half-aware of Savage’s second championship reign and his final feud in the WWF, wherein his opponent was a big mean bastard named Crush. No doubt I missed out on many a magical Macho Man moment, but it’s for the best, ’cause in my mind, the career of Randy “Macho Man” Savage ended in grand fashion… at WrestleMania VII, with his legendary retirement match against the Ultimate Warrior.
The bag guy in the main event that night was Sgt. Slaughter, but make no mistake: Randy Savage was the most hated man in the WWF. He had turned against Hulk Hogan and Elizabeth more than two years prior, and he’d been irredeemable ever since, and so everyone was thrilled to see the Warrior soundly thrash him and end his career. (Spoiler alert: that stipulation was not honored.) In retrospect, perhaps fans even regretted having cheered the bastard during his brief stint as a hero; he’d always been so cruel towards Elizabeth throughout the early years of his career, and what had he ever done to make amends? Had we really been so willing to forgive the abusive creep just because he stopped beating up bad guys and started beating up the Honky Tonk Man? What the hell were we thinking? Screw that guy! And look, the Warrior just beat him and ended his career. Good! Good riddance!
But then something unexpected happened.
Elizabeth hadn’t appeared in the WWF for a year, and yet she was in attendance that night, seemingly just to sell the importance of the match. She’d loved Savage for years, after all, and so it only made sense that she would want to be there to witness the match that would determine his professional fate. Sure, he’d opted to pursue the deranged, violent Sensational Sherri as his manager, but still, there was a history between Elizabeth and Savage…
Elizabeth didn’t stay seated in the audience. When Savage lost the match, Sherri opted to express her disappointment by kicking him repeatedly as he lay beaten on the mat, until finally Elizabeth, who weighed all of ninety-five pounds, raced to the ring and threw Sherri out of it, after which Macho Man rose groggily to his feet and regarded Elizabeth with his default expression: angry suspicion. And after several tense minutes, and with the encouragement of an increasingly if still cautiously optimistic crowd, Savage finally set aside all his paranoia and rage: he and Elizabeth embraced in the middle of the ring, and suddenly the most hated man in wrestling was everyone’s hero again.
I just watched this stirring scene for perhaps the tenth or fifteenth time, and once again I was struck by the number of fans in the audience who openly weep at the unexpectedly sweet and triumphant conclusion to the tumultuous saga of Randy Savage and Elizabeth. It is not often that professional wrestling makes its viewers cry.
Wrestling is frequently a disappointment for me these days, during the rare periods when I bother to watch it regularly. It is also an exercise in frustration, although I recognize, in my more lucid and objective moments, that it’s really no more dumb or pandering today than it was in the ’80s or ’90s. Sadly, just as there are limits to how much pleasure I can derive from wrestling today, there are also limits now to the extent to which I find inspiration in the reconciliation between Savage and Elizabeth, simply because there are limits to the extent to which I am able to forget that in real life the couple divorced just a few months later, and Elizabeth eventually died of a drug overdose.
Still, it all must mean something to me, all these years later. ‘Cause it has taken me a year to try to find the words to express how deflated and defeated and sad this perpetually eleven-year-old man in his mid-thirties felt when first he heard the news that he must learn to navigate his timid, uncertain way through a world without a Macho Man.

WWE: The Tribute Show To Itself

What’s up Scott,
The other day I was watching a kind of boring WWF Wrestlefest 1988 show, and got me thinking of a gimmick Raw/SD show the WWE could do in this PG era that we are in now. Shows WWE have done in the past like the Raw Anniversary Show (i think), the Old School Show or the recent Blast from the Past Show was sort of cool. But how about a show where the current roster of WWE wrestlers, each pick a wrestler from the past, and just totally rip them off (down to the look, attire, ring music, mannerisms, moves, etc.). An obvious example could be Dolph Ziggler coming out as Mr. Perfect Curt Henning. Just imagine how awesome it would be, coming out with the classic entrance theme with the classic neon yellow singlet, towel and with BOBBY HEENAN managing him! Classic. Or you even can get wacky with the Great Khalil coming out as Giant Gonzales in the one piece suit (LOL) and beating a few jobbers (Zack Ryder, LOL) and some ring attendants, road agents and having the classic Undertaker coming out to make the save.
So my question(s) is: What roles would you have guys like Cena, Punk (Jake Roberts maybe), Santino, etc.. be? What classic wrestlers would you like to see wresters try to bring back that were awesome characters back in the day? (Demolition, Midnight Express, Brutus, Rude, Warrior, Hogan, Flair etc.) Or any angles in mind. I just thought it would be a fun topic for us all to try and figure some cool ideas (especially if it ever happened on TV, imagine Cena coming out as Dino Bravo or Hercules with the chain, LOL, maybe not)
Later!

Holy SHIT what a brilliant idea that would be.  They’re so far up their own ass these days that this sort of thing would totally appeal to them, as well.  That is an awesomely creative and original idea (ironic given that the whole gist is ripping off the past, but never mind that). Ziggler as Mr. Perfect is a no-brainer, of course.  I could see Big Show as Big Bossman, maybe.  Somebody would have to take on Ultimate Warrior, of course…maybe HHH?   I can see him poking fun at himself and doing the mannerisms.  Punk as Jake Roberts is pretty inspired, although maybe a little too on-the-nose.  Ted Dibiase as his dad, naturally.  So many possibilities, and it would be a way to actually pay TRIBUTE to the legends without dragging them out there and humiliating them.  Plus you just know there’s tons of wrestling nerds backstage who would be dying to do Rude’s pre-match promo or drop an authentic Macho Man elbow for one night.