Twas The Night Of Wrestlemania

Twas the night of Wrestlemania
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even Stardust
The snacks were laid out in the fridge with care
In hopes that the Big Show wouldn’t be there

The beers were nestled all snug in their place
The Network buffered quickly with a smile on my face
Ladder Match contenders stood praying for a push
Dolph Ziggler was oiling from his neck to his tush

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Many superstars were brawling, looking for dreams to shatter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
To enter the ring and try to win the Andre The Giant Match

The glare of my TV on leather sofa that’s actually faux
Gave the lustre of moonlight to the laminate flooring below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Paul Heyman announcing Brock Lesnar was here

With a beefy presence, and a neck so thick
Brock flexed his biceps and let Heyman do all of his schtick
More rapid than eagles his opponent soon came
And he bounced through the crowd and roared Lesnars’ name

“Believe that” Roman warned to this calculating man
The problem is Brock just didn’t give damn
To the corner of the turnbuckle to the top of the tron
Wrestlemania was soon starting, the excitement had begun

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
There was a boo from the crowd and a glint in an eye
Triple H makes his way to prove he’s the King
And defeat the throne’s threat, the enigmatic Sting

And then, in a twinkling, came word from backstage
Russian music played out and the crowd went to a rage
Rusev appeared with Lana in tow
Soon then came John Cena screaming “let’s go”

A lightning bolt hit and Undertaker appeared
Bray Wyatt’s demands was finally adhered
The Show of Shows is all about glamour
But as I went to sit down I heard such a clamour

His thighs how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
And I counted an 8 pack adorned on his belly
His droll little mouth was drawn like a bow
As he told me he’d soon hit an RKO

Seth Rollins his opponent didn’t care for him at all
But I was soon to discover who’d really stand tall
With J&J security at his side helping him win
Like a Diva’s waist, his chances are thin

Revenge is coming, she smiled to say
But that wouldn’t be too easy for crazy AJ
Her friendship with Paige is what she needed to tackle
But The Bellas just watched as they let out a cackle

I spoke not a word as the music soon played
The games were over, the WWE logo displayed
Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler and JBL too
Welcomed us to Wrestlemania with a how-do-you-do

The fireworks exploded and the excitement rose
I felt a buzz from my head right down to my toes
As Jerry Lawler beamed and roared, getting zanier and zanier
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen”… “To WRESTLEMANIA!”

Raw Emotion

With my return I’ve decided to forego my usual lengthy Raw review and instead ask some questions that I thought of throughout Raw.

  1. Why are people letting Sting wear his hair like that?

    Your Nan also has this same cut

    Your Nan also has this same cut

  2. Why does Stephanie’s evil face sometimes look like she’s mid-sneeze?
  3. Why does Booker T think constantly reminding us he’s hosting a show for 2 hours is a reason to tune in?
  4. How can Cody aka Stardust pull off latex so convincingly?

    Day-ummmmm

    Day-ummmmm

  5. Why does Roman Reigns go from looking super hot to looking gross?
  6. Who do I have to pay to have my face permanently wedged between The Miz’s thighs?
  7. Who the fuck is Bill Simmons?
  8. Why have I suddenly started to like Randy Orton again?
  9. Why do The Bellas get so much shit? They’re awesome.
  10. Snoop Dogg… really?

    Snoope, dogg

    Snoope, dogg

  11. Tyson Kidd, am I right?
  12. Does anyone actually care about Cena v Rusev?
  13. Isn’t it a bit daft that The Undertaker hasn’t turned up at all prior to a Wrestlemania match?
  14. Was I the only one who thought that Kevin Nash was already in the Hall of Fame?
  15. Dolph Ziggler’s ass, will it ever quit?
  16. Is Brock Lesnar Albino or just aesthetically unfortunate?

    Here comes the pale

    Here comes the pale