Professional Wrestling Used To Be So Great
I used to be a fan of professional wrestling. I mean, a really big fan. I had the t-shirts, the posters, the video games – WWF No Mercy is still the greatest wrestling game ever, by the way – heck, I even owned the complete Wrestlemania set on fricken VHS. Yep, I soaked it all in back then for one simple reason – these gutsy warriors of the squared circle were infallible gods in my eyes. They performed with such unbridled charisma, physical prowess, and unrelenting determination that one couldn't help but be sucked into their overly dramatic lives that played out on a weekly basis. Hulk Hogan, Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat, Sting, Randy "The Macho Man" Savage, The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin – these were but some of the names that kept me glued to the television week in and week out. The feuds, the backstabbing, the clash of good versus evil. It always seemed to unfold in ways that, well, were perfectly scripted. How ironic, right?
So how can something that is supposed to be set up from the get-go for success fail so miserably at times? Yeah, I know, it keeps me up at night too. But let's not worry ourselves obsessing over something for which we'll never truly understand. Instead, let's just revel in the moments when it all just falls apart in one giant blaze of glory. And they call these guys professionals...
Even funnier is the WWE lampooning the whole Shockmaster debacle a couple years back...
I bet I know what you're thinking: Why did I ever stop watching wrestling in the first place? I know, I'm starting to question that very same thing myself.