So last night was Philly’s RAW and I went and LOVED IT:
Break it down now.
Got there at 7pm and went in by the pub to get water (which I didn’t end up getting) because I was dying. Me and Matt run into some people we don’t know wearing Streetlight Manefesto shirts and strike up convos about Streetlight, Daniel Bryan, Indie circuit wrestling and where to go to see people after the show (and poster comparison)until its time to go sit down.
Time to go sit down.
Seats are a little further back and slightly more behind the stage than anticipated (So no real chance at TV) but we were on the isle that ended right at the end of the stage so we could run down if wanted.
Tried to steal front row seats less than 10ft from pyro cannons (for those of you who DON’T know I HATE explosions/sudden loud noises. RE: fireworks, pyro, balloons popping, cap guns) and were told by ringside tech crew that THEY were told to ‘duck and cover’ about 10 seconds before detonation and that it is ‘ear shattering’. (Minor hyperventilation occurs)
Got kicked out of seats that weren’t ours so we headed back to ours.
Superstars matches were meh (although I cheered for Yoshi and Goldust. they lost *sadface*). Divas meh. Much Rick Flare ‘Wooing’ was done.
START TIME!
Awesome.
They announced Money in the Bank Match of Hotness that made me need to change my pants. (RandyOrton,JohnMorrison,EvanBourne, and RTruth v. Jericho,Miz,DiBiase, and Edge) We will now call TeamRandy too hot for TV. I mean LOOK AT IT. RANDY followed by JOMO followed by EVAN!
from left: Orton, JoMo,RTruth,EBourne v. DiBiase,Jericho,Edge,Miz
Every time the divas were on or there was a commercial the entire arena started chanting for Daniel Bryan. (Note: I feel there is something going on with his being let go because clearly beating up old men on stage and having them stretchered out in front of small kids isn’t exactly ‘PG’ either WWE)
Meanwhile I’m yelling things at NXT like ‘YOU HAVE MORAL ISSUES GENTLEMEN!!’ and ‘GO MARRY J-HUD OTUNGA!’and a mom across the isle from me is laughing. She then tells me my poster is the best in the section and we all have to work to make sure its seen. <3 Followed by another 8 minutes of talking about who we think are hot and how we have no idea how to cheer for the Money in the Bank match because there is too much hotness.
:Cut to just before MiTB:
So I had my poster which I would hold up before going to commercial and coming in from (and not really during matches as explained by Jordyn in the ‘Poster Etiquette’ notes) and just before the Money in the Bank match old man security comes over and says I can’t hold it up because ‘I’m blocking people’s view and they paid good money ($30) for their tickets.’ So in true Philly fashion I told him to fuck off and did as suggested by the mother (who I had a 10 minute conversation with about my poster and the hotties of the WWE) and went down to the front row edge of the stage to hold up my sign.
After some hair-raising pyro and Edge’s intro, Evan Bourne enters which made me squeal and jump around. So I turn to Matt who was back in our seats to point and mouth that it was Evan… and Jericho’s theme came on.which I did not notice… until HIS explosion of pyro went off causing me to literally duck and cover + scream. Which Matt LOL’d MASSIVELY ABOUT.
:Cue Randy:
:Cue lights from heaven and choir of angels:
OMG HE WAS SEXUAL AND SO CLOSE!!!!! NOM! I’m sure you all can see the match for yourselves on Hulu or something and I suggest you watch it for I will not give anything away but it was SEXUAL! OM NOM NOM! And lets just say there was much jumping around and screaming. I went back to my seat for the match because I had a better view from there. More Lol’z were had as I would scream ‘GO MIZ!’ and realize halfway through he was wrestling Evan so it sounded more like ‘GO MIIIIZZ—OHNOIMEANEVAN!!! er GO BOTH OF YOU!!’
:Cue End of Match and me running down to first row to show Randy poster of love:
Poster. Handmade/Painted. 100% Viper Approved via head nod/bob
Now, my main purpose was to get my poster on TV OR a head bob of approval via BadAss Randy. So you could imagine my heartbreak when he walked head-forward back up the ramp and out of the arena. I was about to turn around and walk back to my seat when his theme blared back on over the system. AND HE CAME BACK to thunderous applause to do his victory stance at the top of the ramp. And that, my friends is when I had my moment.
:The Moment:
Things had quieted as he turned to walk off for the final time so I shot as far out over the seating barrier as I could (keep in mind I’m right on the corner of the stage and the ONLY one in the immediate area with a sign out, almost the only one in the entire area with an ORTON poster… can you believe it? I can’t).
He stops.
He turns to look over our way.
I scream with everything I have ‘RAAAAAANDY!!!!!’
He stops looking around at which point He’s looking.
Right.
At.
Me.
He looks right at me and my poster and stares with his ‘I’m a badass I could kill you, head slightly lowered’ glare for a full ten count before giving a slight nod at me and slithering back into the backstage.
This. Made. The Night.
-fill this area in with me running back up and shaking Matt and screaming about said interaction and confirmation from mom to the left-
Then was the cluster ‘eff that was the end of the show with the NXT jerks running like scared pups and me ignoring security man and throwing up the poster in victory when Randy’s theme came back on. Much screaming was had, and victory poses were made by Cena and Orton (photos were taken of this NOM) and departure with much glaring and stink -eye giving to security mc-im-an-old-man-with-no-friends-who-has-nothing- better- to-do.
Victory Pose ala Viper (yes that FB tag says Sexual)
I was debating attempting to get photos and play creepy-stalker-fan outside of where the guys park but I was just too tired after a full week of running around compounded with no sleep leading into the night before I was ready for home.
But man, I can say that the 4 hours on that poster were so worth the bad ass nod of approval from the Viper himself.
