So, here you have "Watch Wresslin' Wednesdays." Please feel free to suggest a better title, because we are woefully uncreative when it comes to naming stuff.
Better at naming stuff then us
The idea of W.W.W. is we each send the other a video that is related to wrestling (a match, promo, interview, guest starring spot, etc.). The only restriction is that it cannot be user-created, so your custom Umaga Titantron ain't gonna fly here, pal. Neither of us know what kind of video we're going to get that day.
After viewing, we each write a response. This could be anything we choose: a straight commentary, a philosophical enlightenment, or classless ridicule. Just as we don't know what kind of video the other will select, neither do we know what the other will write or how they will write it. What you end up with is a mash-up of styles, which in our book equates to two-blogs-in-one, and we can take the rest of the day off.
Matt's video to Adam- Goldberg vs Chris Jericho (Bad Blood Promo)
Adam's response...
If there's one thing the WWE is good at, it's creating compelling story lines mixed with some of the finest athletic performances you'll see this side of basic cable. However, if there's another thing they do well, it's creating some pretty succinct and effective montages to hype various PPV matches. This particular montage is pretty amazing, recapping no less then four years of beef between Goldberg and Chris Jericho. This piece of video is so beautiful that I think the only way to express my glee is through the ancient Japanese art form known as haiku.
Better at naming stuff then usThe idea of W.W.W. is we each send the other a video that is related to wrestling (a match, promo, interview, guest starring spot, etc.). The only restriction is that it cannot be user-created, so your custom Umaga Titantron ain't gonna fly here, pal. Neither of us know what kind of video we're going to get that day.
After viewing, we each write a response. This could be anything we choose: a straight commentary, a philosophical enlightenment, or classless ridicule. Just as we don't know what kind of video the other will select, neither do we know what the other will write or how they will write it. What you end up with is a mash-up of styles, which in our book equates to two-blogs-in-one, and we can take the rest of the day off.
Matt's video to Adam- Goldberg vs Chris Jericho (Bad Blood Promo)
Adam's response...
If there's one thing the WWE is good at, it's creating compelling story lines mixed with some of the finest athletic performances you'll see this side of basic cable. However, if there's another thing they do well, it's creating some pretty succinct and effective montages to hype various PPV matches. This particular montage is pretty amazing, recapping no less then four years of beef between Goldberg and Chris Jericho. This piece of video is so beautiful that I think the only way to express my glee is through the ancient Japanese art form known as haiku.
Goldberg riding in style.
A limousine for the champ.
Uh oh! Rental car!
Lance Storm, devilish heel.
Did he try to hit Goldberg?
One way to find out!
Squared circle settles
all problems. Spear! Jackhammer!
"It was Jericho!"
Sending a message
by trying to run over Goldberg
is a bit extreme.
A history of
friendship provides a rich
and deep back story.
Mid 90's WCW
means Jericho is shooting.
This is not a work.
Goldberg's disses are weak.
Jericho "ain't nothing but an
ass" is not clever.
Chris then runs in fear.
Jericholics are
embarrassed for him.
Oooooo, throwing paint!
Spearing Charles Robinson!
But that's Little Naitch!
Chris has poor logic.
Goldberg is so mad he will
make a mistake?
Bad Blood: An aptly
named pay-per-view event.
At least for this match.
A limousine for the champ.
Uh oh! Rental car!
Lance Storm, devilish heel.
Did he try to hit Goldberg?
One way to find out!
Squared circle settles
all problems. Spear! Jackhammer!
"It was Jericho!"
Sending a message
by trying to run over Goldberg
is a bit extreme.
A history of
friendship provides a rich
and deep back story.
Mid 90's WCW
means Jericho is shooting.
This is not a work.
Goldberg's disses are weak.
Jericho "ain't nothing but an
ass" is not clever.
Chris then runs in fear.
Jericholics are
embarrassed for him.
Oooooo, throwing paint!
Spearing Charles Robinson!
But that's Little Naitch!
Chris has poor logic.
Goldberg is so mad he will
make a mistake?
Bad Blood: An aptly
named pay-per-view event.
At least for this match.
Adam's video to Matt - Low Ki vs. Christian on WWF Metal
Matt's response...
I have to say from the very beginning that Christian comes out looking like about seven different people I went to high school with. No, not muscled up and wearing championship gold, but rather greasy hair and a shirt that is a little too see-through. Just had to get that out of the way, because I'm sure I'll be seeing some of them during a high school reunion.
As you've probably noticed, LOL, Wresslin' has a love-hate relationship with announcers - we love to hate them. This crack team does nothing to improve our impressions of them. Please note that Jonathan Coachman, a man who's Wikipedia page is littered with the word "former," and Kevin Kelly spend the entire first half of this match NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO IT WHATSOEVER. Apparently, it's far more important to put over a women's feud (featuring the most tenuous segue possible: "Hey, Christian's shirt is wet...you know who else had a wet shirt earlier this week?") and to discuss if Terri and Trish (oh, pllllleeeaaase call me) have a crush on Coach.
Good enough.
Author's note: My first appearance on television was of me holding a sign that said "I want to be Stratusfied" at a Raw event in Dallas.
Oh, and let's put over WWF Excess, because that's also far more important than calling the action in the ring DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF US. Anyone remember that show?
Exactly.
Oh wait! Did someone just take a nut shot? Well, now this is getting interesting. Eh, nevermind, let's talk about Kurt Angle now. Seriously, these two are about as effective at their jobs as a quadraplegic football player (unless he's the ball). Even when the match is coming to an end, and the spots are dropping left and right, this crew is talking about Triple H. Good job, gentlemen. I bet each of their closets are half-full of coffee stained shirts because they're both so inept.
Now, let's talk about the match; this barely four-minute-long slobberknocker. It's actually pretty good. Nice energy and decent spots. Low Ki (who's wrestled in just about every company and has changed the spelling of his name about as often) looked great as he always does. I wonder if it hurts to do those chops on that fishnet shirt.
Christian obviously has his peeps in the house. If that's not apparent from the sizable pop at the beginning, I'll point you to an exuberant fan who lets the world know of his overwhelming markness right after Low Ki is knocked off the ring apron. Allow me to translate:
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Matt's response...
I have to say from the very beginning that Christian comes out looking like about seven different people I went to high school with. No, not muscled up and wearing championship gold, but rather greasy hair and a shirt that is a little too see-through. Just had to get that out of the way, because I'm sure I'll be seeing some of them during a high school reunion.
As you've probably noticed, LOL, Wresslin' has a love-hate relationship with announcers - we love to hate them. This crack team does nothing to improve our impressions of them. Please note that Jonathan Coachman, a man who's Wikipedia page is littered with the word "former," and Kevin Kelly spend the entire first half of this match NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO IT WHATSOEVER. Apparently, it's far more important to put over a women's feud (featuring the most tenuous segue possible: "Hey, Christian's shirt is wet...you know who else had a wet shirt earlier this week?") and to discuss if Terri and Trish (oh, pllllleeeaaase call me) have a crush on Coach.
Good enough.Oh, and let's put over WWF Excess, because that's also far more important than calling the action in the ring DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF US. Anyone remember that show?
Exactly. Oh wait! Did someone just take a nut shot? Well, now this is getting interesting. Eh, nevermind, let's talk about Kurt Angle now. Seriously, these two are about as effective at their jobs as a quadraplegic football player (unless he's the ball). Even when the match is coming to an end, and the spots are dropping left and right, this crew is talking about Triple H. Good job, gentlemen. I bet each of their closets are half-full of coffee stained shirts because they're both so inept.
Now, let's talk about the match; this barely four-minute-long slobberknocker. It's actually pretty good. Nice energy and decent spots. Low Ki (who's wrestled in just about every company and has changed the spelling of his name about as often) looked great as he always does. I wonder if it hurts to do those chops on that fishnet shirt.
Christian obviously has his peeps in the house. If that's not apparent from the sizable pop at the beginning, I'll point you to an exuberant fan who lets the world know of his overwhelming markness right after Low Ki is knocked off the ring apron. Allow me to translate:
"GEEEETTT HIMMMMM!! YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!! CHRISTIIIIIAAAAANNNN!!! GET HIM!! GET HIM, CHRISTIAN!! YEAAAHHH, SON!"
Couldn't have said it better myself.
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