Back around 1968 or so, a lot of Texas wrestling was done here in San Antonio. Many of the big names would put in a stint here as they worked the regional wrestling groups.
The matches were taped on Wednesday and shown on TV on Saturday evening, then later on late Saturday night.
I have no doubt that the matches were pre-planned and the champions were the ones the promoter thought would bring in the most money. The matches were a much slower pace than what has been around the last couple of decades, and most were 1-hour, 2-out-of-3-falls style.
But every once in a while, there would be a match that I think may have been a legitimate match, and they always seemed a bit odd.
The wrestlers were usually not the top guys in the area at the moment, but they weren’t jobbers either. They were known by the crowd, but were not top card. The matches occurred without any lead-up fanfare or promos - the match was just announced and came up later in the card. The announcer did the intros, but didn’t put a lot of hype in it, nor did the wrestlers put on a show as they got in the ring - they would quietly stare each other down and wait for the bell.
The matches were often very good, and at first there was a lot of style and skill, as if the wrestlers were testing or showing off to each other. Of course, at some time later in the match, tempers would flare and the guys would start beating up on each other, but it had the look and feel of a behind-the-gym-after-school fight than anything else. I got the feeling that the wrestlers were taking it very personally and that, while they weren’t trying to injure or kill one another, they definitely were trying to hurt and beat the other down.
Often you would see other wrestlers that came up from the dressing room and would stand in the shadows of the stage where the TV camera was to quietly watch the match.
At some point, one guy would pin the other and win. There was never any disqualification or count-outs or any of that nonsense in these matches. A winner would be declared and the guys would drag themselves off to opposite dressing rooms, and that was that.
Now, they may have met up in the back and had a few beers together for all I know, but these seemed like real wrestling, done for the participants and not the crowd. Maybe they had a score to settle, maybe they needed to work something out of their systems, but it wasn’t a parking lot fight or a bar brawl - they did it mostly like a legit wrestling match, like it was the honorable way to settle it.
I probably never saw more than 5 or 6 of these my entire life.