DOMINOS DELIVERS, SUMMERSLAM DOESN'T

I’m Marrying a WWE Fanatic!

by Abigail Woods

Okay so, the title of this blog post seems like I really hate the fact that my future husband is obsessed with WWE, but to be honest I actually sort of enjoy it. No, it's not because it's the one time that I get to see musclemen without their shirts in tight shorts. But these men are true athletes. I mean they have to deadlift another guy whos about 100 lbs. heavier than they are, and they have to act that they are literally kicking the crap out of each other and make it believable.

If you have ever heard a wrestler from the past talk about their craft, you can really see the passion and dedication these men put in. But the real reason I like that my future husband is a WWE fanatic, is because when I was younger, I was banned from watching wrestling. Now I never quite knew the reason for this, but if I had to guess it was probably because when I was younger it was the Attitude era, and from what I can remember it was pretty…..umm well I guess you could say a lot of bad words and a lot of women in next to nothing. But on Monday nights, my father and I would sneak to the basement to watch since my mother wouldn't let me watch. 16 years later I no longer have to be a closeted WWE fan.

So now that I am being introduced to the wrestling world again by my fiance, he loves every chance he gets to show me some of his favorite clips from the WWE Network. One monday night we were watching RAW, and they were talking about the Undertaker. John decided to give me a history lesson and began to tell me of the time the Undertaker fought himself. When John told me of this I was so intrigued...

How could there possibly be two Undertakers? And how could Dominos Pizza sponsor such an event? The Undertaker is one of my favorite wrestlers and his storylines are always so creative. (Plus who could not love his partner in crime and long time manager Paul Bearer?)

To get the full experience of Summer Slam 1994 we actually ordered Dominos pizza since they sponsored the event. Before we watched the pay-per-view, John thought we had to back track to give me some buildup. It’s Monday Night Raw, the arena is dark and a cold chill is in the air. This is it. Ted DiBiase calms he has the real Undertaker. He is still alive and well and better than ever. The music begins and in walks the Undertaker. But wait a second, this guy’s chin is way too wide and his walk is way too stiff to be the real Undertaker. Jerry Lawler can even call BS on this one. As Ted DiBiase goes on with his long-winded speech about this so called “Undertaker”, the lights cut out and we hear the oh so familiar screeching voice of Paul Bearer “He’s here! The Undertaker is here!” The fans instantly look around to see their hero, some baffled and confused on what to believe. We are all hooked into anticipating SummerSlam 1994.

Now to really put a spin on this story line Mr. McMahon calls in for back up to help solve this mysterious case. Where is the Undertaker? Who is the real one? And why is my Dominos taking forever to get here?

Who could solve such a mystery? None other than Leslie Neilson.

Neilson did a series of small promos to help promote the hype of the match, as well as to promote his upcoming Naked Gun movie. This adds a humorous quality to the story line, but does he ever find the Undertaker? Well he did miss him a few times, like the time he delivered pizza to his office and the time he was hanging at a pool party with Macho Man. So I guess you could say no.

So now to the main event. The showdown between the two Undertakers. It really was the highlight of SummerSlam. So much so, that we fast forwarded to the main event. Oh wait a second I believe that is… IT IS! Walter Peyton is on Summer Slam preaching about how Razor Ramon was going to kick the living crap out of Diesel, and if Shawn Michaels got in the way, Walter was going to take care of him. Okay, now that I’m a little scared of Sweetness... continue fast-forwarding.

We hit play, my palms sweating. What's going to happen? The doorbell rings...our pizza arrives just in time.

As the match started and then went on and on I have to say it was kind of a let down. First off the second Undertaker DIDN'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THE REAL UNDERTAKER!!! Second the real Undertaker had to wear purple instead of his all grey that he usually wore, in able for us to tell between the two, even though my dog could probably tell the difference between them. But pretty much it was boring and nothing big happened. But it did give us a good excuse to order Dominos and live like I was in 1994 again. All in all I’m just glad that there is one Undertaker and that my pizza came in less than 30 minutes. Long may he live!

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