10 LIVE Observations From NXT TakeOver: New York
9. The Vocal Minority
I'm one of those (internally) policing sh*theads at wrestling shows.
You are allowed to have fun, in order to create a molten, living atmosphere, but only to an extent. When the production crew finally dims a blinding light, for example, a brief ironic cheer will suffice. Don't chant "You deserve it" for two straight minutes, detracting from the in-ring action. It didn't help my creeping mood that I was sat behind the adopted child of Renee Young and Susan Saint James. "Oh!" he said, after every strike. Literally every move. "One, two - two!" he said, at every kick-out. "Two," he confirmed, helpfully. "Two." Still a more insightful and less repetitive commentator than Michael Cole.
I tried to reason with myself. This gentleman is simply engaged in the action. It would be splendid if he shut the f**k up for a moment, but try not get distracted. You are watching a TakeOver live, in the flesh. Besides which, the guy was only unwittingly annoying. The really self-serving and obnoxious fans did not materialise. Well, one spent the entire main event failing to receive the response element to her "Adam Cole..." call-out, but that was cruelly funny.
The purportedly distracting, unbearable NXT crowd really united on the night...