Note: This piece was first written last November 22, 2017, in light of the 27th anniversary of Undertaker’s World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) debut.
Since the start of 2007, I have this pro wrestling moment booked in my head—the final curtain call of my favorite wrestler of all time The Undertaker. The fantasy match involved would change from ‘Taker in one more Hell in a Cell match to a simply brutal one-on-one sanctioned match with another company flag bearer like John Cena or even Triple H again. But the ending moment in my mind was always the same—the Deadman leaving his trademark coat, hat and gloves in the center of the ring at WrestleMania, WWE’s flagship annual show.
Last April 2 2017 (US time), the next face of the company Roman Reigns would face The Undertaker at WrestleMania 33. I have a feeling that the match will be a passing of the torch from the 52-year old veteran to “The Big Dog”, but I was not prepared by how it would end. Reigns did get the torch as he would give ‘Taker his second ‘Mania loss in his career. And then the bittersweet moment I booked in my head a decade ago slowly turned into reality—he left his trademark coat, hat and gloves in the center of the ring at WrestleMania.
The moment I saw that at 12pm (Philippine time), live on the WWE Network, at the comfort of my own workstation, I cried. I really did. I don’t know if anyone in my office noticed my crying, and I don’t care if anyone did.
And as today marks the 27th anniversary of The Undertaker’s debut, let tell you why this sad/glad moment is a big deal for me.
This year’s Survivor Series became a big deal again, much thanks to the top notch matches and that surprisng Goldberg victory. And after my viewing last Saturday, I was so looking forward to the aftermath on WWE Raw. Here are my Questions and Exclamations of Monday Night Raw last November 21, 2016.
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Soundtrack: Foo Fighters’ “The Pretender” (of course)
I don’t remember that exact date in 2008, but I do remember that one fateful afternoon when I was talking to a friend of mine while we were on our usual MRT ride back home.
Mr. Rollins, that friend of mine I was talking about, asked me what my favorite Foo Fighters songs are. Of course I love “All My Life”, the first song I heard from them, and their music video of it was the first I have seen from them. I also love the stage anthem “Best of You” and the motivating-and-feel-good “Learn to Fly”. And take note that I am only a casual fan of the band by then.
Mr. Rollins said, “Awesome! But have you heard of ‘The Pretender’?”
“No. Not yet,” I said.
“No way. You should check it out right now. I think you will like it.”
He gave me his earphones for a while, I plugged in it and after just a few seconds of the song’s gloomy Led Zeppelin-isque guitars and strings, my eyes got wider, my whole surroundings became more vibrant and I can feel the blood flowing all over my arteries and veins. (And for good reason.) That a very day, not only I discovered and liked “The Pretender” very much, I discovered my favorite song of all time. And I have my eternal thanks to Mr. Rollins for that.
Knock, knock, Dispatch. I’m back and with a new segment called Questions and Exclamations wherein I question and shout important points on whatever I’m watching. This week’s topic is WWE’s 4th flagship show of the year, Survivor Series.
Credit to WWE.com for the images featured. Please don’t sue me. I’m not making money off this review.
Today is the 26th anniversary of The Undertaker in WWE. It’s not even November 22 in the US. Nonetheless, the date is very significant to me. Sometimes I find comfort in the dark, which is weird. But Undertaker makes it not weird. He made it cool actually.
I’m pretty sure I can’t even expound how much I admire the myth that is The Undertaker within 5 minutes. But all I can say is that if it weren’t for him, being in the darkness may be too grueling to handle. And of course, he’s an amazing brawler in pro wrestling and the many legendary matches he was involved in are worth remembering for generations.
Oh, man. I should work on this piece further. This is not enough.
I have made so many blogs under my name for so many years, but there is only one constant mission: to make my mark on the Web through my stories, my rants and raves, and everything my mind can produce. And the endgame? Simple: I want to be remembered.
And one of the things I want to be remembered of is my unusually varied taste in music. I love music so much that I will listen to any song, any genre in the world, even if it’s the shittiest of pop songs or it’s not English or Filipino. I make weekly playlists where Motörhead, Led Zeppelin and Foo Fighters(my favorite band of all time) co-exist with the Carly Rae Jepsen, Steve Aoki and Justin Timberlake, no matter how chaotic that sounds. I just love music that way.
Would you like for me to expound on how fucked-up my music taste is? No? Too bad. I’m going to either way. And I’m going to that by recommending two polar opposites: Filipino indie pop band Autotelic and Swedish heavy metal band Ghost. (No, let’s call them Ghost, not Ghost B.C. like Spotify does.)