The Inside Scoop On An INSANE WrestleMania 35 Weekend
IPA and sours helped me to navigate the eye-bleeding maze that is the underground train system, and dumb luck led us towards the correct entrance to MetLife stadium. There, Andy Murray and myself met several fans of the channel. Bobby, not wishing to let the comments section side down, asked why I was so negative all the time, but he was otherwise a very nice chap.
I'm negative, Bobby, because at WrestleMania 35, WWE booked a motherf*cking dance-off seven hours into the longest show in their history.
I had a great deal of fun at WrestleMania. I was also bored sh*tless at WrestleMania. I was also tired and freezing cold at WrestleMania. It is a net strange show to watch live. Far up in the Gods, it was difficult to not feel a bit removed from everything, despite the incredible modern architecture of the stadium. Still, the fireworks melted my face, the deafening PA volume brought me to life, and a good-to-very good midcard kept me very entertained from a distance.
Daniel Bryan and Kofi Kingston grabbed the back of everybody’s head and forced them to the front row in their incredible, story-driven match. Molten in heat, they rocked a MetLIfe stadium that roared Kofi to victory in a categorical classic. The scene was just incredible, as was Bryan’s master performance and Kofi’s display of fire and grit. One of the loudest WrestleMania matches ever, Bryan and Kofi earned that volume, that emotion, with every stunningly devised submission trap and the contortion required to fall into it.
It was the only time I felt truly a part of ‘Mania, and the duration of the rest of the show distanced me further. It is too long. Frankly, Becky Lynch’s incredible rise deserved better than, for example, Triple H tiring everybody out—and making them jealous by laying down for an accumulated 12 minutes.
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