The Irish Whip

One Irish fan's perspective on the weird wide world of professional wrestling

19 December 2005

Armageddon: Post-mortem

Not really much of a review, this. I didn't pay to watch the show and I didn't even bother doing a preview, which shows just how much I care. And as the results show, missing it wasn't any big loss.

Part of me does wish I'd seen the Crusierweight title match between Kid Kash and Juventud Guerrera, which looks to have been a standout battle (and, at almost 10 minutes, was impressively long for a WWE undercard bout these days). But one match isn't worth 22 quid.

Next up is New Year's Revolution in a couple of weeks. Too many shows spoiling the broth, methinks...

18 December 2005

Matt Cappotelli Diagnosed with Brain Tumour

It has been reported that Matt Cappotelli, former Tough Enough winner and current rising star of OVW, has been diagnosed with a brain tumour after a routine scan following a stiff shot to the head in a match earlier this week.

Here's hoping he and his family make it through this difficult time. If it's any comfort, it should be said that it's not known whether or not the tumour is malignant. And remember, this has happened before: Jushin Liger was also diagnosed with a similar tumour in the mid-90s. He was successfully operated upon and returned to the ring just a few months later. It slowed him down a little, but he's still around today.

I'l be surprised if Cappotelli isn't back in the ring by this time next year.

15 December 2005

TNA: The Renaissance of Wrestling?

I'd be having much more fun if I were watching TNA. But since I don't live in the States and I don't get The Wrestling Channel, I do not yet have that privilege. That won't stop me from writing about it, however.

It's good to see that mid-card wrestlers who fall out of favour with the WWE, for whatever reasons, now have a viable alternative without having to leave the country. I'm speaking, of course, about Christian and the Dudleys, who didn't spend much time resting on their laurels before debuting for Jeff Jarrett's promotion (as Christian Cage and Team 3D, respectively).

Since it isn't so long after they last graced WWE television, they can bring a bit of star power to a company that, though full of good-to-great wrestlers, was comprised mostly of cast-offs from the big leagues and up-and-comers from the indies with little to no mainstream reputation. I'm sure the executives at Spike TV (who gave TNA a slot on the network in October after booting off Monday Night Raw) are convinced that the company is going in the right direction, making the most of the potential in their talent that was squandered by WWE Creative.

It should also, hopefully, give some invaluable exposure to the established indie workers who populate the tag team division and bulk out the mid-card, and the junior heavyweights on the roster who make up the infamous X Division. That's the sort of concept that would never take off in the stiflingly conservative atmosphere of the WWE (where anything that might potentially upstage the heavyweights gets quashed immediately) but it's exactly the type of idea that wrestling needs to move forward into the 21st century.

[Now allow me, if you will, a little pretentious self-indulgence.] In the same way that the concept of the circus has been virtually redefined by the likes of Cirque du Soleil, professional wrestling has been reinterpreted in so many ways of which fans in the US and in Europe have been mostly ignorant: from lucha libre in Mexico, to the state-of-the-art junior heavyweights of Japan, to the 'Jap-Lucha' of Toryumon and Osaka Pro, and everything in-between. These styles aren't exactly revolutionary -- they're practically run of the mill in the territories where they originated -- but to a die-hard WWE fan they're fresh and exciting and, most importantly, eye-opening. That's what matters. [It's okay, you can open your own eyes now.]

Sure, TNA is not without its faults -- far too many pay-per-views, a product that can suffer from over-booking, an over-reliance on gimmicks, and overexposure of the undeserving Jeff Jarrett to name a few (that's a lot of 'overs', too) -- but even so it's about time that a major US promotion with national television exposure committed itself to developing talent and broadening the horizons of what's possible in the ring (WCW's many aborted attempts aside). If TNA can draw in the casual fans with familiar faces they know and love from the WWE, and while they're hooked dazzle them with the best talent the indies have produced, it might push wrestling out the doldrums and back into the upswing that's so badly needed.

I concur with Ant Evans' article on the company in the latest issue of Power Slam: as long as TNA does what Paul Heyman did with ECW -- that is, accentuate the positives to hide the weaknesses -- it could soon prove to be a viable player in the mainstream, and deserve a place as the number-two promotion in the States.

But that name, TNA? It's embarrassing. Please change it.

14 December 2005

The Month in Angles: December 2005

A completely irregular, irreverent and irrelevant gander at the latest rubbish WWE Creative passes for storylines:

  • Eric Bischoff gets 'fired'. Although it was a good excuse to get both Chris Nowinski and Dusty Rhodes back on TV for a minute or so.

  • Shelton Benjamin turns heel. Or does he? Yes he does. Or does he? Oh please. I feel so sorry for the guy, especially now that he'll be having an on-screen 'mamma' to 'accentuate' his 'character'. Oy.

  • The completely moronic SmackDown!/Raw heel-face switcharoo with The Big Show and Kane. It doesn't work on any conceivable level.

  • Chris Benoit gets punked out by Booker T. I don't see where they're going with this yet, but wherever it is it doesn't look good.

  • The Mexicools are faces now? When did that happen? I really have been sleeping.

  • The Boogeyman finally debuts. Ha! Papa Shango was much scarier, I don't care what anyone says. What has the Boogeyman done? Oh he eats worms, how charming. Let's see, what did Papa Shango do? He set people on fire and made black stuff ooze from the Ultimate Warrior's forehead. I rest my case.

Bad Taste and Road Rage. Is That It?

Well the post Survivor Series drought lulled me to sleep, so I've been neglecting my baby for the last couple of weeks. What have I missed?

Um, well, not much.

Unless you count the bad-taste angle, a mere fortnight after Eddie was laid to rest, with Rey Misterio and The Big Show and the lowrider and Randy Orton and The Undertaker and... yeah, that doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? And everyone seems to have forgotten about it now, so, like, whatever.

I suppose Ric Flair's arrest for road rage was a notable item worth mentioning here. But I didn't bother. (It only strikes me now what a coincidence it is that both of these stories concerned a controversy involving an automobile. Funny, that.)

You can blame my severe lack of enthusiasm for the WWE product as of late, not just regarding the previous two incidents, but for my lack of updates in general. A change in my diet is what's in order. The WWE is kind of like fast food; It looks really good and tastes okay at first, but it leaves you feeling sluggish with an emptiness in your stomach. I think I need some proper nutrients.