So WWE announced they’re coming to St. Louis next year, right? I’m sitting there scrolling Twitter when the ad pops up. Immediately text my buddy Mark – “Dude, Survivor Series vibes! Gotta be there.” Started planning right then. Here’s how I fought through the ticket chaos.
First Attempt: Official Pre-Sale
Woke up early for the fan club pre-sale. Made coffee, triple-checked passwords. Site crashes the second tickets go live. Felt like trying to grab a falling dollar bill in a wind tunnel. Finally got in after 40 minutes of refreshing – nosebleeds already $150 before fees?! Nope. Closed that tab so hard my mousepad smoked.
Second Round: Resale Sites
Checked the ticket resale spots everybody uses. Prices made my eyes water worse than chopped onions. Found floor seats for $500…each. Before fees! Mark’s like “Just do it!” Then noticed those tiny gray letters: “OBSTRUCTED VIEW”. Image showed a damn pillar blocking half the ring. Yeah nah. Learned real quick:
- Flashy listings hide obstruction scams
- “Convenience fees” cost more than my car payment
- People actually pay $20 for digital delivery?!
Third Time’s The Charm: Box Office Run
Old school save. Drove to the arena Tuesday morning when they opened. Line wrapped around the block – thought I was cooked. But the dude behind me had foldable chairs?! Genius move. Three hours later, face-to-face with an actual human ticket agent. Got two lower bowl seats for what online pre-sale wanted for uppers. Paid cash like a boss, no phantom fees. Holding physical tickets feels like WWE gold belts now.
TL;DR: Online sales rigged against normal people. Resellers are modern-day highway robbers. Sometimes you gotta stand in a damn line to win. Worth every second when Undertaker’s music hits though.
