Yeah, I used to watch professional wrestling. And not just during my youth – I watched it very closely up until about two years ago. I’m not proud of it. In fact, I’m a little ashamed. It took a wrestling sabbatical to realize that yes, wrestling is pretty lame. Sorry, friends – it is.
These thoughts of shame were compounded when I was flipping channels the other day. Without cable, I was wrestling free. I never even ran across it anymore. But now that the WWE has started showing Saturday Night Main Events again I’m finding professional wrestling being beamed into my house through the antenna instead of the cable cord. We’ve got wrestling on free television.
I stopped on the show last night to see Shane McMahon, the son of WWE leader Vince McMahon, grappling with Shawn Michaels, a former multiple-time WWE Champion. And even though I had seen Shane wrestle before numerous times, it took the clarity that came from stepping back from the product to understand that a match like this, to put it in a family-friendly way, is utter bull-poop.
Seriously? This scrawny wimp is actually supposed to be getting a decent fight from a former champion? Reality is suspended in wrestling, I realize, but stuff like this insults whatever intelligence the average viewing public still has. But this is just how it is now. Professional wrestling outfits have gotten lazy with their product, their storylines, and their overall effectiveness to sell merchandise (which, ultimately, is the only reason they’re still around).
With all of this said, I can’t help but love the idea of a tongue-in-cheek movie about wrestling. No, nothing like the horrible Ready to Rumble. Something with a little star power. Something with, say, Jack Black.
Thanks to Dave at I stared straight into the sun for the link. Also, a big “hooray!” that he’s putting out posts more consistently. We missed you, DWiddy!