Photos: Wrestlemania Fan Axxess

Throughout the last few years, during Wrestlemania time, I’ve grown very interested in the concept of Fan Axxess.  More than the event itself, I thought it was a great idea that the WWE would have this kind of open house event, where the fans could meet wrestling stars and personalities.  Additionally, I was really impressed with the museum-like exhibits they erected for the event, full of mementos and icons from decades of professional wrestling.  They genuinely put forth an earnest attempt to hit all ends of the spectrum, and appeal to the kids, as well as the grownups, and capitalizing on their nostalgia.  To be perfectly honest, with Wrestlemania XXVII in Atlanta, I was more looking forward to going to Fan Axxess than I was the actual wrestling event itself.

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Meeting WWE’s Melina Perez

When I saw Melina available for photo-ops, I literally ditched my friends to get in line.  Not because it was simply an opportunity to take a photo with random diva tits and ass (although I was hoping to have gotten to get such a photo with the Bella Twins), but because I genuinely am a fan of Melina the wrestler.  She’s a hard worker in the ring, and naturally, I do find her pretty.  But the moment I decided I was a fan of Melina, was how she handled an embarrassing mistake.

Female wrestlers have it rough.  Whereas Billy Kidman can practically kill a guy with a botched Shooting Star Press and get to show up at Nitro the next week, if a diva completely botches something, typically, she’s deemed needing more practice and sent down to OVW, or now FCW for refresher training.  The fans are merciless in those cases too, with “you fucked up” chants typically reverberating throughout arenas.  One only needs to look up “Jackie Gayda” to see just how bad this could be.

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There will be blurbs until the free time returns

Apparently, I don’t have nearly as much free time as I think I do.  To me, this is not really a bad thing, as being busy is better than being bored.  I’ve got a large backlog of photos and words to catch up to, and between work, going to baseball games, family shit, and a subsequent impromptu trip up to Virginia this weekend ahead, I will not be able to get to them.  So until I can play catch up, I will relegate to brogging random blurbs until I do catch up.

After picking up my friends and indulging in some Gladys Knight chicken & waffles during the start of Wrestlemania weekend, while walking down Peachtree Street, I spotted WWE superstar, Kane.  He literally passed by me coming out of the Peachtree Center, and despite me recognizing him, Huzzard didn’t believe me, thinking he should be taller.  We caught up to him while he was stopped by other wrestling nerds who happened to recognize him as well, and I got to take this picture with him.  Not pictured: white plastic bag with probably something relatively healthy in it.  Or Manchu Wok.

Nerds like me, who are interested in behind-the-scenes wrestling hierarchy knows that Kane is among the most well-respected wrestlers today, among fans and peers.  Having met Kane myself now, and especially in comparison to guys like Stone Cold Steve Austin, Kane is easily one of the nicest.  Not bad for a guy who’s character has been involved in storylines involving necrophilia, knocking up Lita, and once needing to speak with the aid of a tracheotomy speaking valve.

A quick status blurb

There are a lot of things that I need to catch up with – Wrestlemania weekend mainly, with a lot of words, stories, pictures, and random other things I’d like to brog about.  But with recent events, emotional roller coasters, watching baseball, going to baseball games, keeping track of baseball stats, and writing about baseball in two other blogs, the substantial posts will have to take a back seat.  With the Braves home opener tonight, along with a busy Saturday ahead, catching up will have to wait a little bit longer, but not too much, hopefully.

Sunday appears to be a day in which I will sleep in, likely need a Waffle House hangover trip, but as far as I can tell, appears to be a suitable day in which I can catch up.  But even such plans are predicated on whether or not I’m even in the mood to write about life and events in the first place.  Or, I may just cop out, and proceed to brog via visual photos, with hopefully witty captions instead, but at least people can see that my life isn’t that boring.

I could easily have kept my post count chugging along by posting one of the rainy-day posts I write and draft for when I hit writers blocks, but instead, I felt the compulsion to write about how I’m feeling – confused mostly, and a little weary.

Turning heel on Bret Hart

The other day, while trying to undermine Jen’s online streaming Netflix queue, I re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, essentially the Bret Hart/Montreal Screw Job story.  As many people know, wrestling is indeed scripted, and to some degree “fake,” but the story of the Montreal Screw Job was very much real, or it is one of the longest-standing, existing storylines going on 14 years now.

Long story short: then-WWF champion Bret Hart’s contract was up, and WWF Vince McMahon owner felt that he couldn’t match the offer by Ted Turner and WCW (three years, $9 million guaranteed), so it was agreed that Hart would be allowed to WCW with no hard feelings upon expiration of his WWF contract.  So instead of having Bret Hart lose the belt at any time before his departure, Vince McMahon waited to the very last day of Hart’s contract, deviated from the scripted finish of his final match on live pay-per-view with the assistance of several conspirators, and portrayed Bret Hart as submitting to a wrestling hold, thus stripping him of the championship, in his home country of Canada.

As a result, Bret Hart has held a grudge against Vince McMahon, and involved conspirators for the better part of the last decade and change, and only within the last two years has pretended to bury the hatchet in order to financially benefit from DVD collections, appearance fees, and for the sake of his wrestling next-of-kin.

Throughout the span of the last 14 years, Bret Hart has been made to look like the victim, a martyr, in this whole scenario, and that he did absolutely no wrong.  But after reading his excellent autobiography, and now having re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, I don’t agree with such a portrayal anymore.  Maybe it’s because I’m older, more jaded, and possibly a little more understanding of the business standpoint, but the way I see it now, Vince McMahon was right in his iconic post-screw job interview – Bret screwed Bret.

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Ye old fashioned photo dump

I’ve been a bad, bad brogger.  I’ve let far too much time to pass since I last posted.  But like in the olden days, ten days isn’t that bad.  I used to make posts once a month once things got bad.  I have my reasons though.  The chief one being that the baseball season has begun once again, and that has consumed a great deal of my time.  It’s not like I haven’t been writing all these days, it’s just not on my personal brog.  Enjoying the exposure I can get writing for a site, I’ve been doing plenty of sports-humor writing over at the site in which I’m one of the authors, Talking Chop.  Anyway, if you actually are curious to know the kind of shit I do there, under a pseudonym, no less, take a gander here.

But anyway, in all these last ten days, there have been plenty of photographs taken.  Easter Sunday’s egg painting, the Atlanta Braves Opening Day that saw the wonderful magic of the debut of the phenomenal Jason Heyward, my evening up in Lawrenceville to catch the Opening Day of the minor league Gwinnett Braves, and most notably, my day trip into Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where I paraded around as, and met wrestling legend, Sergeant Slaughter.  At a baseball game, duh.  Oh yeah, you better believe it.

Anyway, I’ll have some more stories to share soon.  I’ve done a little bit of writing here and there, and I’ll take the time to be a good brogger again shortly.