After a full day of Comedy Wives brunch and fireman party, Cat Raz and I and Cat Raz’s comedy fiancé went to see a pro wrestling show. Not just any pro wrestling show, but a local Montreal indie pro wrestling Christmas special put on by a syndicate called BATTLEWAR that let my comedy fiancé manage wrestlers occasionally. I don’t always like wrestling, but when I do it’s live. I love supporting the local scene, but indie wrestling shows are especially amazing. It’s the energy of the fans, it’s the passion of the wrestlers, it’s the bloody carnage of it all, or it’s Cat Raz sitting next to me offering hilarious commentary. Continue reading
It started with brunch, and it ended with a guy being suplexed head-first into a bed of tacks. But first, brunch. The first wives meeting, I made pancakes, potatoes and lots of bacon, plus of course veggie sausages for the veggies. I opened a bottle of engagement champagne to toast the launching of the comedy wives blog and it was glorious.
But wait, the brunch part was mostly a real first meeting of the original comedy wives, Dinah, Sarah, Catherine and I, but it was also in part a handy way to get Dinah out of the house for her surprise party! Being the wife of a terribly thoughtful comedy husband, Dinah was completely clueless of the love and celebration that was about to rain down on her upon returning home. Of course first I had to kick her out of my house. Continue reading
It didn’t happen overnight. It started with a desire to understand my fiancé’s love of pro-wrestling. He spoke with such enthusiasm about his spandex-ed heros. He giggled with child-like glee as he watched them roll around in the ring. And I didn’t get it. The allure of pro-wrestling was a mystery to me.
So I began asking questions. Who’s that guy? What’s his deal? Is he a good guy or a bad guy? And I quickly learnt that a wrestler’s “deal” is called a “gimmick”, the good guys are called faces and the bad guys are called heels. KNOWLEDGE! And so I asked more and more questions in order to quench my thirst for knowledge. Turns out, the more I knew, the more I wanted to know.