I’ll be hiding from social media for the rest of the day in order to avoid Wrestlemania spoilers.
… and yes, I know wrestling is fake.
We wrestling fans get a lot of stick; I was interrogated by a workmate last week on why I didn’t watch UFC instead, if I really liked fighting that much. The thing is, it’s all about the theatre, for me. It’s a soap opera only the entire cast are their own stunt doubles, and there’s more fights and ripped, shirtless men.
If you don’t get it and you have 24 minutes spare, I highly recommend this mockumentary on the career of the WWE’s greatest, undisputed Motörhead fans, Triple H. It says it far better than I’ve ever managed: wrestling isn’t wrestling.
And here’s a laugh for the smarks in the audience:
So this evening it’ll be pizza, beer, whining “but I’ve got a sledgehammer!” every time Trips is on screen and shouting “DEAN F*CKING AMBROSE” a lot.
My money’s on Lesnar/the Bellas/Cena/Orton/Undertaker, and for the Intercontinental Ladder Match to be the highlight of the show.