We're Getting The Old Band Back Together!

RETURN (r-tûrn)
v. re·turned, re·turn·ing, re·turns

1. To go/come back, as to an earlier condition or place.
2. To revert in speech, thought, or practice.
3. To revert to a former owner.
4. To answer or respond.

There is little that has happened in the last few weeks of the WWE that doesn't want to make me behave like a small child who is first in line at the new all-you-can-scoff-for-a-dollar sweetie shop that just opened up next door to a bouncy castle. Somewhere in this analogy there is also a free bike and a Playstation (other consoles are available). Okay Okay, so there have been the odd forgettable match-ups and oddlier (?) thought out promos, but I'm willing to forgive because I'm saintly like that. Plus, I'm feeling sprightly after that nostalgic twang that's been giving me a bit of jip seems to have settled down a tad. Of course, this might have something to do with the company going year 2000 a go-go on its talent roster. Anyone complaining?....Nah, didn't think so.

But seriously now, without beginning a rousing chorus of Simon and Garfunkel's 'Hello Darkness My Old Friend', I would like to welcome you all back, neon gods and sensible idols of mine...

Trish Stratus - brunette now, and less booby than last time we saw you. Women's champ at a time when boys and girls were allowed to play together. Bad catchphrase.

Christian - came to help your brother (wait...are they still using that?) and kept touching your pectoral boo-boo. You helped put del Rio over and we thank you greatly for it. You look good.

The Undertaker - oh Phenom birthed from parts unknown, come back to claim your 'Mania throne. Silenced those rumour mills that kept chanting for Sting. Fedora in tact, but no Mcwifey on arm. They probably won't work that in. Probably.

Triple H - a spanner in the bloody works aren't you sausage! Five minutes of ovation and lots and lots of staring (at the Wrestlemania sign/The Undertaker/the sign/the crowd/Taker/the sign). Good god man! Didn't you see what happened to your buddy last year? Great to have you back...better to hear Lemmy's gravelly, death rattle, demon inducing vocals.

Couple these ring-leaders with other exciting figures from my misguided youth i.e. Booker T, Kevin Nash, The Rock and that Stone Cold chap, and this year looks like it's shaping up to whoop rather a substantial amount of arse. Yay.