Aprill 19th, Cardiff, Wales, your trusted Blogger and valiant leader of the Pitt Crew, arrives at the Cardiff International Arena (I think the name's changed to something less cool) with fellow Freebirds (don't laugh!) Williams (Roberts, because I used to accuse him of wearing a wig) and Newland (Gordy, due to being the power of the group, I've only beaten him once at arm wrestling). Our 'attire' for the night is pretty basic (if you count a Hawaiian shirt/leather jacket that makes me look like a 1999-2000 WCW wrestler basic? Or Newlands new Zack Ryder esq hair due), but what surrounds us puts our smart wear (yes a Hawaiian shirt is smart wear for me!) to shame, for you see, this is a WWE live event!
Amist us are hundreds of pre-pubesant Cenation members, all gathered to witness their hero John Cena, watching these little kids wonder around, still believing that this is all real and that Cena is Jesus, God, Bhudda, Vishnu and Chuck Norris all in one, reminds me of the scene in the 1978 film 'Dawn of the Dead' when the hundreds of zombies wondered around the mall. All these munchkins are decked in red Cena shirts and a few purples (I guess those kids couldn't afford the new one). This all goes to show how truely powerful WWE really are, they capture you at a young age with it's cartoonish fun (I got into it cause I liked the idea of a guy with a burned face, wearing a mask), then as you grow older, you appreciate the wrestling side and keep following it for that purpose, it's a continuous cycle that WWE has used to attract and trap fans, regardless of age. If you want my views on Cena, maybe a future blog shall sufice?
After witnessing more older, hardcore fans, including guys dressed up as Undertaker, Cena (you'd expect thar from the children), Bret Hart, Ultimate Warrior (sporting the most glorious blonde mullet I've ever seen) and a short, fat Hulk Hogan with drawn on mustache, the show began. The opener was a basic affair with Evan Bourne taking on Ted Dibiase (yes, that guy), we were rooting for Dibiase all the way until Bourne hit the shooting star press that made me jump out of my seet, yelling "Holly Fuck!" to the dismay of the Cenation and their parents.
Next was a forgetable tag match with the Usos vs Mark Henry/Santino Marella, with Henry doing most the ring work, due to an injury Santino suffered, needless to say, this was dull. The highlights of the match included 'Da Cobra' and some guy at the back chanting 'Sexual Chocolate' to many laughs.
Now it came time for the inevitable divas match, Eve Torres vs ??? Bella, seriously, I need to use wikipedia to find out which one's champ! Nothing was enjoyable as far as wrestling was concerned (up yours Vinnie Mac!) but most of my time was spent shouting perversed torrants that confused the Cenation and made my pals blush E.G (during a sunset flip) "I'd love to be in that position!"
As good ol' JR would say, business was about to pick up, with a Cardiff street fight (there's one every day) between John Morrison and Dolph Ziggler. This was the first time that we'd seen Dolph's new hair so thar was an experience. The match was pretty supurb, despite only a kendo stick and steel chair being used. Things were also great outside the ring, my incessant support of Ziggler gained the attention of an angry Cenation member who took severe umbridge. Sitting behind us were the most blood thirsty kids I'd ever heard, screaming 'Kick him' and 'Cane his head!'. A common theme throughout the night was our numerous verbal tirades at the matches, often comical, one comment I made during this match had my friends in stitches; (Whilst Ziggler was choking Morrison with the stick) "Choke him, kill him in the ring!", overall this was a fun match that shows that both men are destined for greatness.
Next up, Primo (who?) vs Sin Cara, the only face I cheered apart from Daniel Bryan. Sin Cara had the crowd in his hands during this match, using an array of arial moves that that would make Mysterio gasp, at one point I yelled "Holy Motherfuck!", I need to work on that language. This match was very enjoyable, mainly due to Sin Cara, I'd have liked to see Zack Ryder, who wasn't on the show to our sadness (Woo Woo Woo You Know It)
After that was a fun little segment where Justin Roberts and Alicia Fox picked 5 crowd members (sadly we weren't one of them) to compete in a dance off to see your favourite superstar, the Undertaker guy was a contestant who we thought should have won after using a spineroony, but sadly a little kid won, to which Williams joked "I bet he can't wait to meet the Usos".
Next, Sheamus vs Daniel Bryan, I was split on who to support, I did combos of "Lets go Sheamus" and "It's the final countdown". Strangely enough Bryan recieved a heel reaction whilst Sheamus was cheered all throughout. This was a pretty good match, maybe the best of the night, worthy of Wrestlemania 27, it featured stiff shots, high flying, power moves and submissions, best in the world? Maybe.
Finally, it came time for the main event, Punk/Miz, who got the best reaction from us, we were solidly behind this team. Miz cut a captivating promo, doing his usual 'no one likes me, I don't care promos', mocking the Undertaker guys spineroony. Punk cut the best promo of the night, with 3 simple words "This place sucks". Randy Orton came out to a great reception, we showed him mercy and sang along with his theme song, but when 'Super-Cena' came out, whilst all the parrasitic drones (Jericho FTW) cheered like the Chuckle brothers had apeared, we proceeded to berate him with chants of "John Cena sucks" and "fruity pebbles". This was a decent match which displayed good psycology, with Punk/Miz recieving more heat than George Ozbourne.
The WWE live experience is one I'd recomend to you all, it made us laugh, scream, swear (sorry parents) and feel like a kid at Christmas, this is what being a fan is all about, so to all of you, see a WWE live event next time they come, and to John Cena, no hard feelings?
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