Earlier this week I went over to a friends house to hang out, shoot some pool, watch some tv, etc. His housemate also had some people over and they were 1 1/2 sheets to the wind, and as a result, were a bit noisy. Not a problem, it’s not like pool halls are all that quiet, plus I’m not that good a pool player to be able to demand quiet when I play.
Anyway, his firends apparently always watch the wrasslin’ shows, so they turned on the Tv and settled in, with beer and wine coolers at hand.
Note: I’m 34 and yes, I used to watch wrasslin’ fairly regularly, hell I used to rent the WWF videos from Erols Video, but I grew out of it by my freshman year in high school. These guys watching it were in their mid-to late 20’s.
They had the sound turned way up, and the constant shouting form the Tv drew me over to take a look.
I thought to myself, " *This{/I] is what passes for wrestling nowadays???" I watched for the better part of 2 hours and of the two hours (excluding the commercials) there was maybe 20 minutes of actual wrestling. The rest of it consisted of various half-naked, sweaty and fairly grotesque looking men screeching and bleating and shouting into microphones while staring into the Tv camera, or the same half naked men taking about 5 minutes to make their way to the ring, as well as a number of ladies who could perhaps best be classified as whores.
I was astounded that people watch this shit, and on a regular basis. When I said that out loud, one of the regular watchers spent the next 1/2 hour explaining how it was all really cool because the shouting and screeching bits were the storyline and were some times even better then the wrestling.
Then why even bother to have the actual matches, just have these sweaty half naked guys go on Jerry Springer.
Y’see, back when I watched wrestling, it wasn’t on cable. It was on Saturday mornings and afternoons and it was the WWF and the NWA. Yeah, they interviewed the wrasslers, but they were very, very short segments, not lasting more then 2-3 minutes. The matches were the thing.
I remember seeing Andre The Giant being attacked by Killer Khan and being beaten with a crutch.
I remember seeing The Iron Sheik beat Bob Backlund for the WWF championship and then seeing Hulk Hogan beat The Sheik to take the belt.
I remember seeing the steel cage match between Bob Backlund and Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka wherein Snuka climbed to the tope of the cage and jumped down to cover the prone Backlund, only to have Backlund roll out of the way at the last second and then cover Snuka for the pin. Snuka had 4 broken ribs as a result of the failed leap.
I remember The Road Warriors, The Four Horseman (Rick Flair, Tully Blanchard, Ollie & Arn Anderson), The Rock & Roll Express, Dusty Rhodes, Nikita Koloff, Ron “Hands Of Stone” Garvin, The Midnight Express, Magnum TA in the NWA.
I remember Rex & Spot, The Moondogs, managed by Captain Lou Albano, Mr. Fuji & Mr. Saito, The Junkyard Dog, Superstar Billy Graham, Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, “Mr. Wonderful” Paul Orndorff, Rowdy Roddy Piper, The Magnificent Muraco, George The Animal Steele, “Adorable” Adrian Adonis in the WWF.
All of those guys actually wrestled, they didn’t stand there bleating and shouting into a microphone for 10 minutes. They didn’t need to.
It’s sad and pathetic what “professional” wrestling has become.