Six Feet Under with The Undertaker - Podcast Rankings and reviews

I am not going to put things as personal as other commenters have, whoever has taken over the show has lost the secret sauce. Matt was one of us, a fan, acting like a fan, talking like a fan, asking the questions like a fan would. You replaced him with a HOF wrestler who’s married to the host (which has definitely impacted his candor).

I’ve been a fan since your debut. I love the podcast. Not the biggest fan of the changes, nothing against her, but it’s still a great show . Look forward to more episodes!

What began as a raw, entertaining peek behind the curtain of one of wrestling’s most iconic figures has now been embalmed in corporate gloss.

The original Six Feet Under podcast—hosted by The Undertaker (Mark Calaway) and Matthew Lyda—was candid, self-deprecating, and surprisingly human. It felt like eavesdropping on a garage conversation between two friends who happened to have lived through the golden age of wrestling. Matt Lyda brought balance: irreverent, quick-witted, and relatable. He grounded the legend. He gave the Deadman a pulse.

But that show is dead.

With WWE’s full takeover in June 2025, the podcast was rebranded and repackaged under their official umbrella, and along with it came a dramatic tonal shift. Lyda was removed and replaced by Michelle McCool, Calaway’s real-life wife and former WWE superstar. From the opening moments, the new version reeks of brand curation. What used to be spontaneous now feels scripted. What once felt like truth now feels like tribute. The fun is gone, replaced by carefully constructed “banter” and corporate self-congratulation.

It’s not that Michelle isn’t intelligent or capable—she’s simply the wrong fit. The chemistry is off, the tone is sanitized, and the dynamic is flat. Worse, the soul of the show—the sense that we were being let in on something authentic—has been lost in a sea of product plugs and WWE-safe storytelling. It’s a puff piece now. A weekly shrine to a brand, not a man.

Gone is the Matt who poked fun at Taker, kept him grounded, and gave us a mirror to laugh into. In his place, we have a tightly controlled narrative and a sense that the Undertaker we’re hearing is no longer talking to us—he’s reading to us.

This isn’t a podcast anymore. It’s a press release with theme music.

If you’re looking for nostalgia, you’ll find it here—but only in the form of embalmed memories, lacquered with sponsorships and buried beneath a velvet rope. The Undertaker may still have stories to tell, but without the freedom and friction that Matt brought, this is just a well-lit tomb.