Remembering Those WWE PPV Nights
Man, thinking about those old WWE PPV nights really takes me back. It wasn’t just about the wrestling, you know? It was the whole ritual.
I remember deciding I’d host the guys for one of the big ones. Can’t recall which one exactly, maybe Summerslam or Mania, one of those. Anyway, I decided my place was gonna be the spot.
First step: Get the crew confirmed. Had to actually pick up the phone back then. Called Dave, then Steve, then Mark. Had to make sure they weren’t busy, didn’t have other plans. Took a few tries, coordinating everyone felt like a job sometimes.
Next up: Supplies. This was crucial. Couldn’t just have people over with nothing to munch on. So, I made a run to the store. Got the essentials:
- Bags of chips, different kinds.
- Couple tubs of dip. Onion dip was a must.
- Soda, lots of it.
- Maybe some cheap frozen pizzas to throw in the oven later.
Getting all that stuff back home was always a bit of a workout.
Then came the setup. My living room wasn’t exactly designed for hosting a crowd. Had to shove the coffee table out of the way. Dragged in a couple of extra chairs from the kitchen. The TV situation… ugh. Had this older set, wires everywhere behind it. Took me a good twenty minutes just untangling stuff and making sure the picture was coming through okay. Always worried the signal would cut out mid-match.
Getting Ready: Had to make sure the VCR was ready to record, just in case. You couldn’t just rewind live TV easily back then!
Finally, people started showing up. Dave was early, always is. Steve brought some extra snacks, which was cool. Mark rolled in right as the pre-show was starting, typical Mark. Found spots on the couch, the floor, wherever.
And then we just watched. Yelling at the screen, arguing about who was gonna win, complaining about the refs. The actual matches were fun, sure, but it was mostly about hanging out. Talking trash, catching up. The pizza eventually got cooked, plates passed around. It was messy, loud, and honestly, pretty great.
By the end of the night, who won or lost kinda faded. It was more about the whole experience. Cleaning up wasn’t fun, but yeah, those nights were something else. Just a simple thing, watching the PPV, but it felt like a big event for us.
