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The  build-up and culmination of  WrestleMania 42  confirmed many beliefs and suspicions, but none  more important than this: World Wrestling Entertainment serves as a perfect reflection of modern times, particularly in the United States.  The company is an avatar for what this great country is all about: greed, contempt, and unwavering support and devotion from a cult-like fanbase, who are far too stupid and proud to admit they've been duped by a collection of selfish, predatory ghouls.  Sounds familiar, alright. WrestleMania 42 was a soulless cash grab, a two-night event filled with nonsensical drivel that would make Vince Russo blush with embarrassment. I took immense  delight in seeing it all unfold, and it only hardened my belief that this company should die an unceremonious death. It's extremely difficult to feel  sorry for  anyone  who supports this gutless company; in fact, I sincerely believe they deserve it  and more....

We all felt the tension. We read or listened to the #HotTakes from our favorite (and hated) commentators, all offering various opinions of what Tony Khan should do with his promotion's World Championship. We tossed around scenarios and debated how effective they would be if properly executed. Quite honestly, something is intoxicating about watching a professional wrestling program with the expectation that a beloved babyface will finally win the big one.  We all have memories of Mick Foley's first WWF Championship win on Monday Night RAW in 1999, or Lex Luger submitting Hollywood Hogan with his signature Torture Rack to win the WCW World Heavyweight Championship just two years earlier. Would this edition of Dynamite end in the same vein?  And from my point of view: yes, it did, though not without its faults. I faced an interesting duality when watching the 4/15 edition of Dynamite : I thought I was watching a strong American-style pro wrestling episode, yet a few of my fellow ...

A few days ago, I posted my thoughts on WWE's baffling creative ahead of WrestleMania 42 , particularly the inclusion of Pat McAfee as a focal point of one of their Mania main events. This particular post is easily the most-viewed on this little shitty blog, and I greatly appreciate all the kind words and feedback I've received since then.  I did receive some pushback, which is always to be expected when anyone criticizes the Epstein Class's favorite sports-entertainment promotion. This particular tweet caught my attention:  Late to the party but, from one new blogger to another (plug!) I'm curious as to your logic here specifically. I get disliking WWE as a company/product but outright hating it's fans, or fans of anything you don't personally like, strikes me as outright misanthropy tbqh. pic.twitter.com/SGMETUkUFY — OhhhNoItsJames (@OhhhNoItsJames1) April 12, 2026 The line that caused pause for OhhNoItsJames: " And there are some of you who are defen...

What Paul Levesque presented to his audience yesterday evening is simply unacceptable by any standard. It was the type of Sports Entertainment slop that should make even the most diehard Federale tremble with rage, the type of episode you’d first turn to when gathering material for The Rise and Fall of WWE.  I’ve seen some outrage, more than I anticipated, but somehow still not enough. Levesque and every executive representing WWE and TKO sent a very clear message to their audience on Friday Night Smackdown: we think you’re fucking stupid.  And they’re right in that assumption. I’ve never seen a fanbase of any medium not only accept steaming turd after steaming turd, but openly celebrate being served shit sandwiches.  Twitter is filled with WWE diehards who will always point to the same, soulless argument: WWE is the most successful sports entertainment promotion in the world. It’s vindication that they’re doing something right; no one would consume their product.  T...

I have resided in the New York-New Jersey area for all 35 years of my life (stop calling me "unc" on Twitter). I was born and lived the first 9 years of my life in the Boogie Down Bronx, then spent the next 8 years in a comfortable New Jersey suburb. I am evidently a glutton for punishment after choosing to attend college out on Long Island, rather than escaping to a university across the country. I now commute into Manhattan four days a week to work a soulless job. I am an authentic North Easterner.  A massive part of being a true New Yorker/New Jerseyan is living and dying with your favorite sports teams. I am a diehard fan of the New York Yankees, and I root for the Knicks and Giants (I don't have time for hockey). I've been fortunate enough to witness my teams win 5 World Series Champions and 2 Super Bowls (can the Knicks please win the NBA Finals already?); then again, I've seen a lot of heartbreak. The Yankees haven't won a World Series in 17 years, the ...