SonoftheDragon
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I'm SonoftheDragon, and the opinions I'm about to express are my own and do not necessarily reflect the views of anyone else, but they might reflect yours.
I'm a fan of professional wrestling, and for the first time in my life, I'm actually ashamed to admit that in public. As far as I'm concerned, the state of professional wrestling in this day and age stinks. I'm not saying that one particular wrestler stinks or one promotion stinks; it's the whole slimy cauldron that's got me upset.
First and foremost, there doesn't seem to be any respect for the history of the business. When I run into wrestling fans, even those who are my age, and most of the ones I run into could be called kids, they don't know the first thing about the business. They know John Cena. They know CM Punk. They know Rey Mysterio Jr. I have nothing against those wrestlers, but try bringing up Lou Thesz or Harley Race or Bruiser Brody or the Midnight Express or any of a hundred names, and they'll just give you a blank stare, like they don't know what you're talking about, because they don't. It's a funny thing: modern baseball fans know the names Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron and Ted Williams. Modern football fans know Johnny Unitas and Marcus Allen. But don't expect that from a wrestling fan. In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone among the casual fans (which is about 90-95%) who even know the current foreign talent. They couldn't name the Japanese, Mexican or Canadian promotions, let alone who the champions are.
But I guess it's asking too much for wrestling fans to respect the business when the people RUNNING the business don't respect it. They don't even use the word "wrestling." No, that's not marketable. That's not respectable. So they got rid of that and gave us "sports-entertainment," which is the whole problem right there. Instead of selling their product as hard-fought and sportsmanlike, even if it isn't, they feed us half-baked soap operas from writers who I wouldn't let write an instruction manual for a microwave oven. They give us hot-shot matches with no time to develop and cheap non-finishes. They pack their events with has-been and never-were celebrities who probably get paid more for one appearance than half the roster gets paid in six months. These people wouldn't know a wristlock from a wristwatch. And then they wonder why they media gives them no respect. It's embarrassing and insulting. And I think it's about time that the promoters woke up and realized that WRESTLING fans watching a WRESTLING program want to see WRESTLERS WRESTLE. That's as easy as it gets. It's not a difficult concept if you just think about it.
Speaking for myself, I'm sick of "sports-entertainment." I want wrestling. I want good, old-fashioned wrestling. I'm not saying we should go back to the days of monochrome wool tights and matches that consist of 20-minute headlocks. Even I'd have trouble sitting through that. But I'm sick of these matches where huge moves are performed one after the other with no visible resistance or aftereffect as if they didn't happen. Since no one feels the need to protect the business, no one feels the need to display any psychology. That's rotten and it shows no pride in their work. There's a reason why the Ric Flair-Ricky Steamboat series of matches is considered the greatest of all time: because they knew their craft and how to do it. They knew how to keep a match moving at brisk pace while making every move count.
Secondly, there's far too much emphasis on physique over ability, leading to this rush to employ cookie-cutter bodybuilders with two left feet and no psychology. These people are all show and no go. They didn't all used to be jacked-up musclemen. Dusty Rhodes was a big fat slob, by his own admission. And that was okay because he knew how to work a crowd. Moreover, he LOOKED like the people who watched wrestling. He had a common-man image that a lot of people could identify with. People could imagine being him and it gave them something to believe in.
But even worse is that the drive to promote overblown physiques has sent the business into a literal arms race. It's time to clean up the wrestling business by getting behind talented, charismatic wrestlers, even if they don't have Herculean bodies at the expense of the guys who flood their bodies with steroid until their hearts explode before they're 50-years-old. And breaks in the touring schedules would allow them to heal their bodies and spend quality time with their families, which would lead to a lot fewer ruined marriages, fewer fatherless children, and a lot less reliance on pain pills and alcohol to work through injuries and pain that would kill us normal people.
Well, I've still got respect for tradition. I've still got respect for the sport of wrestling. And if I was a betting man, I'd bet that a lot of other people do too, if they dig down real deep.
That's my opinion.
As a bonus feature, I'll give my thoughts on the Montreal Screwjob as well. In a little less than two weeks, it will have been exactly 17 years since Bret Hart was cheated out of WWE by Vince McMahon Jr. and Shawn Michaels. The Montreal Screwjob is wrestling's equivalent of the JFK assassination: everybody's got a different theory. The situation is not helped by that fact that everybody who was there tells the story a different way. Your only real hope is to go over each story and see which elements match up.
Even 17 years later, people still talk about Montreal. The debate over who was right and who was wrong will go one possibly for generations. Me, I'm taking a different tack. After 17 years of thinking about it--nearly half a lifetime for me--I've come to the conclusion that the Screwjob itself is almost incidental to the real issue. The real issue is that Vince McMahon, as head of WWE, never should have let things get so bad in the first place. He should have dropped the hammer on Shawn Michaels and his bullshit instead of letting him prod Bret Hart's bull to the boiling point. As far as that goes, no matter what the argument, no one can convince me that Vince didn't back the wrong horse. Shawn Michaels was a pillhead on a power trip while Bret could get at least a good match out of anyone and would have been just the right man to put over the rising talent even if it meant having to lose now and then.
Oh, and Shawn? In case you're reading this, I'm really happy that you're born again. I just wish you'd gotten it right the first time.
Bye-bye for now!
I'm a fan of professional wrestling, and for the first time in my life, I'm actually ashamed to admit that in public. As far as I'm concerned, the state of professional wrestling in this day and age stinks. I'm not saying that one particular wrestler stinks or one promotion stinks; it's the whole slimy cauldron that's got me upset.
First and foremost, there doesn't seem to be any respect for the history of the business. When I run into wrestling fans, even those who are my age, and most of the ones I run into could be called kids, they don't know the first thing about the business. They know John Cena. They know CM Punk. They know Rey Mysterio Jr. I have nothing against those wrestlers, but try bringing up Lou Thesz or Harley Race or Bruiser Brody or the Midnight Express or any of a hundred names, and they'll just give you a blank stare, like they don't know what you're talking about, because they don't. It's a funny thing: modern baseball fans know the names Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron and Ted Williams. Modern football fans know Johnny Unitas and Marcus Allen. But don't expect that from a wrestling fan. In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone among the casual fans (which is about 90-95%) who even know the current foreign talent. They couldn't name the Japanese, Mexican or Canadian promotions, let alone who the champions are.
But I guess it's asking too much for wrestling fans to respect the business when the people RUNNING the business don't respect it. They don't even use the word "wrestling." No, that's not marketable. That's not respectable. So they got rid of that and gave us "sports-entertainment," which is the whole problem right there. Instead of selling their product as hard-fought and sportsmanlike, even if it isn't, they feed us half-baked soap operas from writers who I wouldn't let write an instruction manual for a microwave oven. They give us hot-shot matches with no time to develop and cheap non-finishes. They pack their events with has-been and never-were celebrities who probably get paid more for one appearance than half the roster gets paid in six months. These people wouldn't know a wristlock from a wristwatch. And then they wonder why they media gives them no respect. It's embarrassing and insulting. And I think it's about time that the promoters woke up and realized that WRESTLING fans watching a WRESTLING program want to see WRESTLERS WRESTLE. That's as easy as it gets. It's not a difficult concept if you just think about it.
Speaking for myself, I'm sick of "sports-entertainment." I want wrestling. I want good, old-fashioned wrestling. I'm not saying we should go back to the days of monochrome wool tights and matches that consist of 20-minute headlocks. Even I'd have trouble sitting through that. But I'm sick of these matches where huge moves are performed one after the other with no visible resistance or aftereffect as if they didn't happen. Since no one feels the need to protect the business, no one feels the need to display any psychology. That's rotten and it shows no pride in their work. There's a reason why the Ric Flair-Ricky Steamboat series of matches is considered the greatest of all time: because they knew their craft and how to do it. They knew how to keep a match moving at brisk pace while making every move count.
Secondly, there's far too much emphasis on physique over ability, leading to this rush to employ cookie-cutter bodybuilders with two left feet and no psychology. These people are all show and no go. They didn't all used to be jacked-up musclemen. Dusty Rhodes was a big fat slob, by his own admission. And that was okay because he knew how to work a crowd. Moreover, he LOOKED like the people who watched wrestling. He had a common-man image that a lot of people could identify with. People could imagine being him and it gave them something to believe in.
But even worse is that the drive to promote overblown physiques has sent the business into a literal arms race. It's time to clean up the wrestling business by getting behind talented, charismatic wrestlers, even if they don't have Herculean bodies at the expense of the guys who flood their bodies with steroid until their hearts explode before they're 50-years-old. And breaks in the touring schedules would allow them to heal their bodies and spend quality time with their families, which would lead to a lot fewer ruined marriages, fewer fatherless children, and a lot less reliance on pain pills and alcohol to work through injuries and pain that would kill us normal people.
Well, I've still got respect for tradition. I've still got respect for the sport of wrestling. And if I was a betting man, I'd bet that a lot of other people do too, if they dig down real deep.
That's my opinion.
As a bonus feature, I'll give my thoughts on the Montreal Screwjob as well. In a little less than two weeks, it will have been exactly 17 years since Bret Hart was cheated out of WWE by Vince McMahon Jr. and Shawn Michaels. The Montreal Screwjob is wrestling's equivalent of the JFK assassination: everybody's got a different theory. The situation is not helped by that fact that everybody who was there tells the story a different way. Your only real hope is to go over each story and see which elements match up.
Even 17 years later, people still talk about Montreal. The debate over who was right and who was wrong will go one possibly for generations. Me, I'm taking a different tack. After 17 years of thinking about it--nearly half a lifetime for me--I've come to the conclusion that the Screwjob itself is almost incidental to the real issue. The real issue is that Vince McMahon, as head of WWE, never should have let things get so bad in the first place. He should have dropped the hammer on Shawn Michaels and his bullshit instead of letting him prod Bret Hart's bull to the boiling point. As far as that goes, no matter what the argument, no one can convince me that Vince didn't back the wrong horse. Shawn Michaels was a pillhead on a power trip while Bret could get at least a good match out of anyone and would have been just the right man to put over the rising talent even if it meant having to lose now and then.
Oh, and Shawn? In case you're reading this, I'm really happy that you're born again. I just wish you'd gotten it right the first time.
Bye-bye for now!