Grappling with Thursdays #1 - Stop taking it so seriously, man

Believe me, I've heard it all.

"You know it's fake?"

"You just like watching near naked men grapple each other."

"You're fucking stupid."

Each of those statements has their own degree of truth to them, but the weird thing is I'm not sure it happens for any other form of entertainment. Despite having written many thousands of words about television no-one has ever come up to me and whispered "you know that Arrested Development isn't a documentary, right?"

But I'm long past the age of caring what other people think and I wear my wrestling fandom on my sleeve. Not literally - yet. That's going to come later this year when I get a badass Undertaker tattooed on my right arm. At the moment it's done via a multitude of t-shirts that help support those who I get the most joy from. And I love the community feel, of taking about wrestling with friends and fellow fans.

That's not to say wrestling fandom isn't without its issues. There's a degree of self-entitlement I don't see in other media, unsuprisingly centred around online forums. There were examples just this week when, on WWE's premier show RAW, the hated Roman Reigns - who I've written about before - won clean over fan favourite Finn Balor.

By Miguel Discart from Bruxelles, Belgique [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

By Miguel Discart from Bruxelles, Belgique [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

As predictable as rain in Auckland in April, many on the Squared Circle subreddit couldn't contain their dismay. Some were done with the WWE for good, some claimed that WWE were trying to destroy Finn, that he had 'jobbed' or had been 'buried' by Roman, none of which were remotely true.

The match was a good one. In fact it's one of the better matches I've seen in the last few months. It told the story of two strong wrestlers, both of whom got a lot of offence in. But, as with most matches, someone had to win. Last time they fought Finn won - a result that surprised many but made sense in the overall storyline. This time it's Roman who went over, drawing an over-reaction that would put most wrestlers 'selling' a move to shame.

The one thing all of those who rushed to complain missed, without fail, is taking one single moment out of a whole storyline and giving that the power to determine everything is always going to end in disappointment. I've done it myself - but, I hope, not to the level I saw on Tuesday (NZ Time).

Does Roman Reigns beating Finn Balor on Tuesday make sense? The answer to that can only be found out when we know it's ultimate destination. Either winning a single, one-off match makes sense as both are wrestlers at the top end of the company and more than capable of beating any other. But we'll only know for sure when the Fatal Fiveway at Extreme Rules is finished. The winner goes on to face Brock Lesnar for the WWE Universal Championship - and my money is currently on Finn Balor to emerge victorious.

Long term it's widely accepted that Roman is the ultimate destination for the title but it's not supposed to happen so quickly. An injury to the formidable Brawn Strowman may have forced the timetable to move - but it would be a surprise I think, if he claimed victory at Extreme Rules and went on to face The Beast Incarnate.

Finn winning would, ultimately, make Roman's victory this week way less meaningful and definitely not something to get so worked up about.

Of course, it would be remiss of me to not point out that some of this is the WWE's own fault. By anointing Reigns so visibly so early in his career they made him a target. And rather than adjust to that situation they've largely dug their heels in and persisted. So much so that when Strowman, a 'heel', tipped over an ambulance with an injured Reigns in it, the crowd cheered for him and chanted 'Thank you Strowman'.

Reigns would be a great heel, potentially one of the best in the modern era. But he's currently positioned as a 'tweener, a hero for the kids and someone to dislike for the grown-ups in the audience who take it too seriously. Like me, except I like Reigns because I'm a bloody-minded dick.

And so there we are - the first of many Grappling with Thursdays is done. And by somehow writing another 750 or so words on wrestling I've both proven and disproven every point I've made about taking it too seriously.

Before I disappear in a puff of logic (thank you Douglas Adams) let me offer you this. If you're not a wrestling fan and wouldn't dream of paying for the WWE Network streaming platform then grab a one-month free trial and watch every single WWE 24 released thus far. This show alone makes it worthwhile and gives you the kind of behind-the-scenes footage that the teenage me would have given up masturbation for. The storytelling, the editing, the music? It's perfection and as good as the majority of documentaries you will watch this year. And then you can watch Total Divas!

Forceful creation

I have one of those weird relationships with time - I crave more of it do all the things I want to do, yet when given the opportunity I'll almost certainly waste it by doing nothing for hours on end.

Less of this, more of writing

Less of this, more of writing

Yesterday, for example, I could have written for this website, worked on one of the many novels I've started, done some more work on my memoir, talked to old friends, sold some stuff on Trade Me... you get the point, the list is nearly endless. So what did I do, I hear you ask?

Of course I sat and streamed the entire Season 2 of Masters of None on Netflix. Now you'll have to wait until Wednesday to find out what I thought about that but it got me thinking - if I leave things to my own lazy self then I'll never achieve anything. It's time to put this out there in the hope by going public I'll shame myself into writing more. And losing weight, but that's another story!

So starting today I'm instituting a daily blog - some days will be just a couple of words, others will be thousands, but I'm committing to putting my virtual pen to this virtual paper and doing what I desperately want to do but haven't managed yet.

You can break down what I write about into a few general categories:

  • Music
  • Wrestling
  • Politics
  • Reading/Writing
  • Sport
  • TV & Movies
  • General life

Handily there are seven things on that list and seven days in a week. Okay, that might not be entirely by luck - and by including 'life' as one then I can pretty much write about anything. But fuck me, give me a break. The intent is there!

While I try and come up with better labels for the content I hereby declare the following days of the week exist as part of You Had To Be There.

  • Musical Monday - for my thoughts on music old and new (but almost certainly always old)
  • Soapbox Tuesday - ramblings from my left-wing, liberal perspective
  • Watching on Wednesday - this will be a little like my old Couch Potato blog on Stuff.co.nz
  • Grappling with Thursday - for all my wrestling reckons
  • Fictional Friday - books, some of my writing or just recommendations to read Chris Brookmyre? Who knows!
  • Saturday Sport - with significantly less breasts than the UK newspaper of a similar title
  • Sunday Life - whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. Probably.

So there, dear reader, I have committed to you to give you something to ignore, skim over, ridicule or to not your head with every day until such time as I realise this was a terrible idea. So probably the end of this week.