…in the media, anyhow. What with that “Divas Uncovered” show that’s coming out, plus the news of a film that captures the female wrestling experience, I feel like women are becoming a priotity again. ca me plait beaucoup, as you can imagine. Now if only this could be reflected in the ring…

over-as-hell:

Whenever wrestlers get released, a lot of people start on the whole “well why does THIS guy still have a job and why does THIS guy still have a job” thing or whatever.

That’s normal, but let’s remind ourselves that there’s not much transparency when it comes to this process and there are a million factors that come into play that we have no idea about, including salary and personal issues and contracts and stuff, so there really is no way for us as fans to judge something like that in any knowledgable way.

Furthermore, the whole baying for blood thing - “release X’s jobber ass already” - isn’t cool. Livelihoods are at stake, particularly for the lower down guys.

(via adolfziggler)

Commentary during AJ/Natalya. Was. A. Joke.

It was so bad, but the thing of it is when King realised that they were being morons he went “okay let’s get back to talking about the people in the ring” 

and I was like finally! yes!

And he goes: “I personally would never date AJ, I mean seriously…”

*warning: feelings*

I don’t know about anyone else, but I did not see CM Punk coming. I’d only started watching wrestling again earlier in the year and thought New Nexus was stupid and pointless. I thought Punk’s #1 contender position just meant that he’d be the baddie that was getting fed to Cena that month.

What I didn’t expect was for CM Punk to sit on a ramp and speak to me. What I didn’t expect was for him to speak about me, and many of the wrestlers I had grown to care for. I had only been watching regularly again for a matter of months, but it was enough for me to realise that although I was a fan that consumed the product, I didn’t really exist. Not in the company’s eyes, anyway. Watching Christian win his first world title meant the world to me, especially after having to get over Edge’s sudden departure. It clearly meant the world to him as well. But it only meant two days to them. 

So I got used to the fact that, pardon the corniness, I didn’t really have a voice when it came to these things. I was just a fan, and as long as I supported wrestlers that weren’t in the ‘upper echelons’ of the company, I was destined for the same bitter disappointment I felt reading about Christian’s title reign.

Then one Monday a very tattooed, very angry looking wrestler wearing a Stone Cold Steve Austin T-shirt sat down on the stage and spoke. He mirrored the feelings that had been accumulating in my mind almost word for word, and called himself “the voice of the voiceless”. Suddenly, I existed. Whether by mistake or otherwise (let’s face it, none of us were sure sure at the time) I was represented.

The wheels were put in motion, and the chess pieces aligned for what my money says is the best wrestling angle I have ever witnessed. Punk, the voiceless. Vince McMahon, the tyrant. John Cena, the company man. The WWE’s prized championship that Punk promised to take away come July 17, to punish them for their sins. And he did. He won the title, and the faith of everyone that ever considered themselves ‘voiceless’ in the WWE.

you don’t want that if you want the best for them. you don’t put a title on someone as a means to an end, you put it on them because they’ve reached that end. think cm punk’s first wwe title win. think what should have been barrett’s first title win at the height of the nexus stable.

putting a world title on a guy prematurely only undermines them both. the title because it’s on someone undeserving, and the wrestler because they so clearly aren’t ready.