Neff asks whether comedic heels are taken seriously enough, using Damian Dunne to show that they can often be criminally underrated.
Review of Riptide Wrestling’s second show, in Brighton. On paper, it looked pretty good, but how did it live up to its promises in reality?
[Content note: rape, ptsd]
Wrestling isn’t saving my life, but it is changing how I view men, and how I feel about trusting them.
New, exciting thing I’m doing now – reviewing shows and promotions via their accessibility! Because I’m sick and tired of being told everything’s accessible and then being shown some stairs! And not knowing whether I can use the toilet at a venue! And having people be sarcastic to me on social media when I suggest they put accessibility info on their website!
[CN: sexual assault, PTSD, panic attacks, alcohol-induced blackouts]
This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while, partially because I’m not sure who’s really interested in reading about my personal bullshit, and partially because I wasn’t sure I was ready to write it without losing my shit. I work pretty hard to appear normal and functional when I’m at wrestling events (disability aside!) and not let slip the fact that, usually, I’m absolutely terrified of being there. Now, these experiences are by no means universal, and I’m not saying that this applies to everyone. For me, this is how I feel when I go to wrestling shows, as a rape survivor, and someone with PTSD.
I see a lot of people talk about how ‘the tumblr fangirls’ are all bad, and ruining wrestling for the rest of us. I meet a lot of female fans who tell me that they’ve written or read fic, but would die of embarrassment if the male fans they go to shows with, or the wrestlers they know, knew about it. I traded fic like we were trading state secrets with a woman recently, who said she’d never hear the end of it from her show-buddies if they knew. I hear a lot about how sending wrestlers your artwork of them is fine, but sending them your fic is gross and vile – and I’m not talking about pornographic epics, here, I’m talking about friendships or character fics. And it sort of pisses me off.
It’s a tag team tonight! Jess and Steph, back as a team for another dual-brand PPV! This means the six+ hours of wrestling we’re about to endure – sorry, I mean enjoy – won’t be done alone by one of us who wishes desperately that they were asleep or drunk. Jess will take the SmackDown specific matches, Steph the Raw specific ones, and as Jess did the hour long Survivor Series match, it’s Steph’s turn to suffer, so she’s got the Rumble. Let’s do this.
Hey guys! Sora here! Steph came down with a bad case of concussion, so I’ll be recapping RAW for you this Monday evening. It’s actually my first RAW in awhile so it’ll be good to catch up (I literally had to google who the tag team champs were…). This will be a bit of an abridged recap, as I don’t know the names of all the moves like Steph (honestly, she’s fucking incredible, I don’t know how she learned them all so quickly), but I will be as thorough as I can possibly be and, hey, I’ll even throw in some art to make it worth your while.
Strap in folks, cause if I remember RAW, it’s gonna be a long ride.
With a curious mindset, I got to have a chat to former WCPW General Manager, Adam Pacitti, about what he thinks is causing the recent boom in public interest over British wrestling. He talks about the WWE UK Championship, the future of WCPW, and who he thinks we should be watching as the next year plays out.