WWE is a name that brings a glint in the eye of all youngsters out there. It is a name that we have grown up with. From skipping studies, to skipping meals, all for those 90 minutes of pure adrenalin; the lights, the action, the drama was something to die for! And if that’s not enough, wrestling card games, trading cards, and walls adorned with posters of Hulk Hogan and The Rock and what not! Those were the good old days.
WWE brought a revolution to the world of sports entertainment. Yes, it is sport, but it is essentially entertainment, and a part of the entertainment industry, and entertainment at its best for that matter. The People’s Champ, the Texas Rattlesnake, The Heart Break Kid, Triple H; these people were, and still are role models for a lot of young teens out there.
Why you ask? Because, it was different. It had the magic required to keep people glued to their seats/TV sets. It was better than any Hollywood flick. The oh-so-arrogant Mr. McMahon and his mini-wars with the stars, especially Stone Cold Steve Austin; the life-in-a-pot-undead Undertaker; the People’s Champ, The Rock who Layeth the SmackDown with the People’s Elbow; who can forget those golden moments. I mean, they’re etched into our brains, and I speak for a lot of people when I say that. The craze was so extreme that I actually fractured my leg once trying to do a Jeff Hardy + a Brahma Bull “Swanton Elbow”. This just goes to show how much we were in love with those people with the cool hair, the big muscles, and of course the underwear. The only thing that we never followed was the “Please don’t try this at home”!
Then came the name change, and I personally feel that it wasn’t only the name that had changed. Maybe I was growing out of it, but that’s just not right because I’m still a WWE fan. In came a new breed of muscle-men, hungry for each other’s blood. Brock Lesnar.. Man he was one strong guy. He bloody broke the ring, and the tool used was a Big Show! A 500 pound superplex! I could hear myself thinking “What the hell just happened?!” followed by “What else did you expect?” John Cena, a skinny little thing who liked slapping people and showing some “ruthless aggression” is now close to legend, accompanied by the likes of Batista the Animal, Mr. 619 Rey Mysterio and the Punjabi Giant, The Great Khali. Although extremely talented and bloody well powerful, these new champions somehow didn’t have what the older Heroes did. They had just disappeared. And to this day, I’m always hoping for some turn of events and The Rock, or Stone Cold walking down towards the ring. But such is life.
All I know is that WWE is legendary, and even though it is very different from what it was once, I’m glad I grew up watching, idolizing, and imitating what can now only be called Legends of the wrestling world.
Source by Dave Page