An unrelated note before we begin. In between this and the last column, Blade Braxton, of Wrestlecrap, passed away suddenly. I had the pleasure of writing for Wrestlecrap for ten years, and, though not nearly as much as RD did, I got to know Blade. One time, he was in Detroit, visiting his then-girlfriend, and it was Wrestlemania Sunday (WM24, to be precise). They couldn’t find a bar of restaurant playing it. We weren’t intending on watching it, but when I saw their distress, I shot him a message inviting them over. I got to know Troy Ferguson, the man behind Blade, that day. He was like a big kid, but in the best way; endless, boundless enthusiasm. We laughed when the power went out on the Playboy Lumberjill match. We almost fell off our seats with the melodrama from Shawn Michaels’ “I’m sorry, I love you”. Over the years, we’d talk about him coming up for a Lions game, and he had a standing invite to crash at our place. It never came to pass. Life got in the way. I wi
Welcome to this review of World Wrestling Entertainment’s WrestleMania 37: Night 1, right here on Nerdly. I’m Nathan Favel and this is it. The crowds are back! Yeaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Yeaaaaaaaaah!!!!! F k yeaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!! CM Punk! Cena sucks! CM Punk! Cena sucks! ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF! ALF: Guys. Where’s the pussy-cats? I’m hungry. I like to eat pussy…cats. I want to eat some pussy damn it…cats! Me: I’m live in Fucking, Austria where the Fucking people have left their Fucking houses and walked down their Fucking streets to this Fucking bar to enjoy WrestleMania! Are you ready for WrestleMania? Fucking People: We’re Fucking ready! Me: Let’s not waste any more time. It’s time for Wres…rain delay. Let’s see how long this lasts. 45 minutes later… Me: Just start God damn it! I can’t sit here with these Fucking f kers any more! Fucking People: Hey! Don’t f king swear! Me: You Fucking people are Fucking losers! Fucking People: Fucking! Get him! M