Welcome to SmackDown Live! We open with Renee Young in the ring, introducing Shinsuke Nakamura! I still haven’t gotten over my excitement at Shinsuke being on SmackDown, and he’s showing me exactly why right now.
Well, here we are, my first Raw since WrestleMania, because I’ve been gallivanting around being terribly ill, and then cuddling pretty UK wrestlers at Fight Club: Pro on Friday! So we’re off to a good start, with a recap of Braun Strowman murdering Roman Reigns last week, overturning an ambulance and everything to make sure the Big Dog was well and truly buried. But it’s okay, because, due to beating The Undertaker at WrestleMania, Roman has his gimmick now, and therefore can’t die. It’s perfect.
Well, it’s been a LONG weekend for some of us here at Rasslin Rehash, but we’re finally going to get to the superstar shake-up! Some of this is going to be honest, some of it is going to be sarcastic, and some of it is going to be downright irreverent. Enjoy!
It’s the day after WrestleMania 33 and that can only mean one thing: obnoxious crowds trying to take over the show. That’s right, it’s the annual Raw After Mania! I’m Robyn and I’ll be filling in as recapper tonight.
Well, as Kenji said last year, it’s time for the annual lowering of standards that comes with WrestleMania. That said, I’m incredibly jealous of anyone in Orlando right now, because all the shows that are going on look INCREDIBLE, and loads of my BritWres faves are there as well.
Hello all! It is Survive, your NXT recapper, returning from the grave – I will be recapping TakeOver: Orlando, because the universe has aligned just right to give me enough of a breather from college for this weekend. Sorry for being gone so long – I graduated one college and transferred into another and I’m super busy right now as a result. But the planets aligned and I don’t have anything due until the Wednesday after WrestleMania, which is a lifesaver.
It’s that time again, my kayfabulous kittens, and while we’re overdue thanks to those delightful BritWres boys, I thought we’d catch up on the last couple of weeks. A drought of delectable gentleman is never a good thing now, is it? And while those pretty English boys might slake our lust for a week or two, there’s something nice about going back to a well-used toy, darlings. And so here we are again, back in bed with WWE and wishing we’d had less to drink last night, trying to slip out of the door without waking them up and making us give them our number!