drew70 said:
If you know it's fake, and you still support it, shame on you. You say it's entertainment, that realism isn't important. I don't believe you. If this were true of wrestling fans, the producers wouldn't bother with the "wrestlers'" workouts and the steroids. They'd just use real actors and CGI special effects to achieve the "stunts" and they'd look a lot better then some pumped up dufus stomping on the floor to create his own sound effects. If realism wasn't important to you, you wouldn't be touting the merits of scissor holds and clotheslines. So don't tell us that you know it's fake, because you obviously don't.
Yes, I enjoy Friends, Seinfeld, X-Files and other shows of fiction. Yes, I know they aren't real, but I enjoy them just the same. So what's the difference? The fact that anybody could seriously ask this question is a disturbing sign of how brain-dead our culture is becoming. The shows I mention have some thought to them. Somebody actually exercised some gray matter to come up with plots and dialogue that are funny, clever, and thought-provoking. The real TV shows have actors that possess talent. They portray people and situations with a degree of believability. The actors in Professional Wrestling are of the lowest calibre in Hollywood, even below the daytime soap operas.
It's like the producers go out of their way to make the show as slipshod and cheesy as possible, and yet loyal fans in trailor parks across America still watch in awe. I can only hope that the Darwin principles are still active in humanity.
Let me share a story to all of you. This might shock some of you, and the wrestling fans certainly will love it.
I have been a professional wrestling lover ever since I was eight. I still look up to The Rock, Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Stone Cold, Triple H, Mick Foley, all of them.
Let me tell you another part of my life. You see, my parents were potheads. My Uncle Dan smokes both pot, and does crack/cocaine. One time, my Uncle Dan was sitting with my parents, and his friend fat John. My Uncle Dan was hopped up on both substances, and he was making comments about how he already got his fifteen year old son Harley to sell pot. (i would have been ten at the time). He was talking about how when I get in high school he will get me to become a drug dealer. Of course my mom didn't like this comment, and I think he was just trying to get on her nerves anyway. But he went on, saying he was going to make his (At the time) 4 year old daughter to become a crack ***** like her mom (since that time him and the mom has split up). It was then that my dad took his last puff of pot. After Danny said that about me, dad said "Never Again" and walked out.
Ever since I was 5, all I wanted to be was a pro football player. I was quite a dummie though-at 13, I thought cuz I was an accurate passer that I was better than Elway. I didn't know all of what football took to do good. And one day, starting lineups and depth charts were released for freshman football. I was fourth string tight end and D-end. When everybody left the locker room, I took the Elway poster out of my locker, and I threw it into the trash can, weeping. I then walked home that day, and was just struck. I could find no purpose in my life. I thought that if I wasn't a pro football player, I shouldn't even live (yes, i was real stupid with no common sense freshman year of high school). I saw no purpose in life-just work a dead end job-try to pay the bills, make ends meet, no fun ever. No purpose. No way to help society. I thought "Why work a dead end job just cuz you have to, to make ends meet? Why not just die off?" My parents weren't home when I got home. I looked at my football autographed by the 1996 team of U of I fighting Illini. I threw it down, and went to the kitchen. I got the big butcher knife and held it to my throat. I was seriously contemplating suicide. I extended my arm, so I could get a full swing, when I noticed something on the table-A present from my mom. I opened it, and it was The Rock's autobiography. I decided to kill myself later on that night, after I read that book. In there, he does talke about God, and I decided I would kind of check this God thing out. I remember my mom saying "god doesn't like it when people committ suicide." I decided I wouldn't, at least not that day. I picked up a bible, and started reading it. That is when I became a Christian. That is when I started seeing purpose in my life. Then a commercial for the WCW power Plant came on later that night. That is when I decided I wanted to be a professional wrestler. And ever since then, I have weightlifted, ran, got myself in shape (good enough to get good playing time senior year of football) and am the happiest I have ever been.
You see, PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING SAVED MY LIFE.
If it wasn't for professional wrestling I would have:
A) Killed myself with that knife right then and there
B) Uncle Danny would have convinced me to become a drug dealer, and I would prolly by high on sumthing right now.
C) Would have never been driven to get in better shape, would still be a 230lb (prolly more) fatass, and get a dead end job instead of being driven for pro wrestling
So, obviously Professional Wrestling is very deep to me.
And to reply to some comments:
Pro wrestling actually does have a very deep plotline to it. Every one of the top wrestlers tries to tell a story in the match. They know that everything means something in the wrestling ring.
EXAMPLE: In wrestleMania 18, The story of the match was about Triple H's "Injured" quadricep muscle. So, in the beginning of the match, Chris Jericho tries to do a single leg takedown on Triple H.
Here is the story for that move: It is to show that Chris Jericho's character is a ruthless competitor. He tried attacking an injured part of Triple H's body right off the bat.
THAT IS JUST A PLOTLINE TO THREE SECONDS OF A THRITY MINUTE MATCH!!!
you see, if you just put behind rationalism for a second, and realize that they protray characters that really do want to fight each other (in the wrestling world) then it all makes sense. Does David Duchovney really go around trying to find aliens? No. so we should make fun of him for portraying a character like that. Does Chris Irvine (Chris Jericho's real name) really want to injure Paul Levesque (triple H's real name)? No. So we should make fun of him for portraying a character that does.
DO YOU SEE MY POINT?!!! If you make fun of Chris Irvine for his character trying to injure Paul Levesque's leg, then you need to make fun of David Duchovney for his character trying to constantly find aliens. Or make fun of Jennifer Aniston for her character falling in love with David Schwimmer, and etc. etc. etc.
As far as wrestlers not being athletes and being sissies, has anyone ever watched the show "Tough Enough"? In it, WWE and MTV take thirteen finalists out of three to ten thousand, and train them for the ring. About half stay out after three weeks because of "injuries".
From that show I learned how to bump/take a fall. Yes, it does not hurt to take a bump on the ground once. But try doing 25 in a row. That is about how many they do in one regular ten minute match. They do that about four times in a week. In addition to getting punched in the face (whenever you are really punched, they call that a "stiff" punch, and 1996 Olympic Gold Metalist Kurt Angle as well as Rob Van Dam and the Dudley Boyz do that regularly) they also take those 20-30 bumps, get thrown outside the ring (an 8 foot drop from top rope to floor), as well as put many hurtful submission moves on one another.
And, I tried those 25 bumps in a row-I put five drywall board on top of my trampoline, ont top of each other, and did it. (That is what falling on a WWE ring is like) after 15 I was already huffing and puffing. after 25 I head like rugburns.scratches on my elbows, and was puking. it tired my out. And I am a man that does a 7 minute mile (which isn't spectacular, but isn't half bad). So, they are definitely athletes.
To end this, I would like to say that I believe wrestling can save the world. If we put our energy into fake fighting, there might not be real fighting. If Muhammed Ali or Mike Tyson and their oppenents would not have really punched each other, Ali probably wouldn't have brain damage and parkinsons disease. Tyson wouldn't be the way he is (and I KNOW you KNOW what I mean). If we put our effort into the craft of wrestling/fake fighting, and really tried to watch wrestling to see those hidden plotlines (like the one I mentioned earlier), and getting in better shape like the wrestlers, then what energy would we have left to fighting each other? I really do believe that if we just let wrestling and everything else try to entertain us, and not barrage it with remarks like "wrestling is so fake" or "X-Files is so fake, there aren't aliens" or "Friends is so fake, A girl like Jennifer Aniston would not go out with David Schwimmer" or sumthing like that, then the world would be a better place as we know it.
Wrestling fake? As fake as your imagination lets it be.
