Join The Majesty of Wrestling on a Bus Trip

CHIKARAFans NYC Bus Trips

The CHIKARA NYC Bus Trip Initative is proud to announce two exciting excursions over the next three months…

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ANIVERSARIO YIN @ The Palmer Community Center (aka "The FunPlex") in Easton, PA

SATURDAY – May 23rd, 2009

Bus departs NYC at 3:00 pm (please arrive by 2:30).
**Meeting for pick-up on 9th Avenue between 42nd & 43rd, a block away from Port Authority.**
Bus arrives back in New York City by 1:00 am that same evening.

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DRAGON GATE USA @ The Arena in Philadelphia, PA

featuring a special CHIKARA Atomico (8-Man Tag) showcase!!!

SATURDAY – July 25th, 2009

Bus departs NYC at 2:30 pm (please arrive by 2:00).
**Meeting for pick-up on 9th Avenue between 42nd & 43rd, a block away from Port Authority.**
Bus arrives back in New York City by 2:00 am that same evening.

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Each trip includes luxurious charter bus service to the arena door. Why drive and waste money on gas and tolls, when you can relax, congregate with other wrestling fans, and take part in on of our CHIKARA Q&A's (guests pending)?

Estimated arena arrival times leave a little over an hour for pre-show dining, stretching, what have you.

Tickets for each show, including transportation, driver gratuity, and one general admission seat to the matches are only $50.

Fans who pre-purchased their DGUSA tickets in advance can buy JUST a round trip bus ticket for $30.

Bus reservations will be confirmed on a first come, first paid, first served basis.

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SPECIAL COMBINATION PACKAGE & DISCOUNT!!!

Want to save $10? Were planning on going to BOTH events? The CHIKARA NYC Bus Trip Initiative, in celebrating the just-announced partnering up of both promotions, is offering a special discount for passengers who reserve tickets to both show. For just $90, you can experience the best of both worlds at CHIKARA celebrates their 7th anniversary in May and Dragon Gate USA presents its stateside debut. Reservations for both must be made and paid for by 5/23/2009 (the date of Aniversario Yin) to qualify.

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Don't be left off the bus! Dragon Gate alone sold out its first three rows in a short afternoon!!! We have pre-ordered a limited number of General Admission tickets specifically for NYC fans interested in riding down with us. There are no guarantees for he who hesitates…

The CHIKARA NYC Bus Trip Initiative currently accepts PayPal, checks, or money orders. Please contact Richard J. Parker – (347) 531-7947 or parkersbighead@yahoo.com – to arrange your reservation and payment, or to inquire about more information.

To sign up for our mailing list and receive constant Bus Trip updates, either e-mail parkersbighead@yahoo.com or join our Facebook group.

Running Up That Hill: Why ROH’s Death Knell has already been sounded

 

Perhaps, if you were not the sort who followed the indies, you'd assume that the ROH championship around Jerry Lynn would be a positive development, something that would be necessary to make their belt have more mass appeal. And you'd be wrong.

 

See the ROH title was the thing that developed the men who held it, not the other way around. Who knew anything about Samoa Joe? He was, at first blush, a chubby guy with a terribly bad blond dye job. But the belt made him a killer, made him this walking embodiment of a champion who attacked his challengers at his peak, and then near the end, showed heart and fire in continuing to go on driven perhaps only by the desire to hold on to what was his.

Austin Aries was made by defeating Joe. 21 months, 31 challengers, and it was Aries who finally put him away. And then Aries, the explosive dynamo, made his own reign stand out by wrestling everyone everywhere.

 

And so it went, through the Summer of Punk, James Gibson's resurrection, Bryan Danielson's ascendancy, and so on. The point is that the belt made the man.

 

Now…. With Gabe Sapolsky out the front door, and Adam Pearce in, we are stuck with this. Jerry Lynn. A 45-year-old veteran whose best days, such as they were, exist when he was being carried by Rob Van Dam. He is a spot monkey. No matter what the match, no matter the opponent, Jerry gets his spots in.

 

He is the champion of what was a workrate company. And it means that that company is just about dead.

A desperate shill.....

As a general rule I do not particularly use this space to shill for anything I’m doing. But this is different.
Next Friday I will be (the good lord willing) on a bus to Philadelphia Pennsylvania. Why you ask? I am going to see Chikara at the ECW Arena (or as Ultramantis Black likes to call it The Chikara Dome). I’m going there courtesy of this fine operation, run by an upstanding man named Richard Parker: http://chikarafans.com/?page_id=2240

So I’m asking, nay BEGGING, for anyone who reads this blog and lives in the NY\NJ\CT area to contact Parker and buy tickets on the bus. If you want tell him you got referred by the Majesty of Wrestling. Thank you again for your time.

The 2009 Hall of Fame Class: Why Ricky Steamboat killed something that is already dead

By now you’ve probably already heard and read the 3 names in the class of 2009 for the WWE’s hall of fame. Try as I might to ignore them I’m actually happy for one man in this class: Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat. Not because of his skills, although those are tremendous. Utterly tremendous. rather this tribute, to me at least, serves as the last shovel of dirt on a concept that has been the walking dead for a long time now: the virtuous face.

Think about it…. Name the most popular guys from the last decade. Steve Austin drank beer, cursed, and generally acted like the a-hole you sat across from at a local bar. Shawn Michaels played a male stripper. Need I say more about that? Rey Misterio Jr. even spent a time as a foulmouthed heel.

No, with Ricky Steamboat becoming a hall-of-famer, the era of the proud babyface always doing the right thing and standing up against jerks and bastards is dead. And I for one miss it.

I happily remember watching WCW Worldwide at 12:05 on a Saturday night on CBS 2 here in NYC and wishing Sting, Dustin Rhodes, and the rest of the good guys would shut up the Dangerous Alliance. It was comforting to root for people like that.

Sad to see it gone. But, Ricky, Salud. Enjoy your induction.

Welcome to the noobs

I know that you guys, some of you at least, are coming over here from the MMA debate that was held over at SOMM. Thank you for reading, thank you for listening.

And the MMA content will continue as will the Pro Wrestling. thank you again for reading

Sorry....

I know that I’ve neglected this blog. It was wrong of me to do, and I’m sorry that I did do it. But it’s going to end. Later today I will try and debut a new feature and I will begin to put out feelers for a few interviews. Again…. Sorry you haven’t seen anything from TMW in a minute.

Sorry for the long delay....

This is, by no means, the easiest post that I have ever written for this blog. That honor falls to me taking apart Glen Gilbertti’s ridiculous arguments. However, this one, for the pure joy that the words make me feel, comes close. You see every person who is a fan of Pro Wrestling has their “gateway wrestler”, the person they mark out for above all others and the one who introduced them to this intoxicating world that they now live in. My first gateway wrestler was…. Jushin Liger. I, as so many of our peers did, grew transfixed with hearing the stories about this brilliant star with his innovative style who we could never see because he worked only in Japan, save for a few appearances on pay-per-view which we could never afford to see or a Clash of the Champions which was on a cable channel that not a one of us got. Nevertheless, the stories we heard, the tapes we procured as we grew older, made us endlessly fascinated by the brilliance we saw.

Well today…. I say that I have found a new person to mark out over, a new source of great intrigue for not only his style but the way that he conducts himself. Ladies and gentlemen…. The Majesty of Wrestling is proud to announce that we, proudly and with every last fiber of ourselves, announce that our new mark-out subject is none other than….. “Lightning” Mike Quackenbush. Let’s see if I can’t explain to you the meaning of why I like him so.

First, to understand Quack as his fans call him, it is perhaps in your own best interests to understand what he isn’t. First off, he isn’t packed head-to-toe with useless muscle mass. Standing at just 6 feet tall and weighing in at 191 pounds, he is, by the oft-cartoonist standards of the sport that he competes in, perhaps skinny. While us having to use this designation says perhaps more about the often size-obsessed world of Pro Wrestling than the man we are speaking of here the truth is this: In today’s modern world of pro wrestling he’s skinny. Capable of making you believe he is a pro wrestler, but still not someone who will at any point be on the cover of a bodybuilding magazine.
Secondly, he’s smart, and not in the way that people fool you into thinking that Triple H or Batista are. He’s actually intelligent. Like he can put together a sentence well and can reasonably carry on a conversation about matters that have nothing to do with his sport, a fact that is a welcome oasis in the way non-fans manage to treat pro wrestling, when they deign to think about it at all. Proof of this is in his podcasts, and they are many.

Now that we have gotten what he isn’t out of the way let’s dwell heavily instead on what he is. First I would submit to you that there are few wrestlers in the world today who show as much of a desire to learn about other forms of pro wrestling as he has. Name me someone who went, on their own dime no less, and learned about the fast-paced lucharesu of Michinoku Pro, and then took several camps with the llave master Jorge “Skayde” Rivera (another person for whom this blog has a great appreciation), and then melded that with the best of the American style and the European technical wizardry into something that worked for him.

Simply put…. He’s tremendous. And I’m proud to say I’ve seen him in action, live, twice. And I hope to tell him so next time I get the chance to interview him.