WWE is a title that brings a glint in the attention of youngsters out there. It’s a title that we have become up with. From skipping studies, to skipping meals, all for anyone 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’s sport, however it is essentially entertainment, and a area 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 lots of young teens out there.
Why you ask? Because, it had been different. It had the magic required to keep people glued to their seats/TV sets. It had been a lot better than any Hollywood flick. 世博 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 is able to forget those golden moments. I mean, they’re etched into our brains, and I speak for lots 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 deeply in love with the individuals with the cool hair, the big muscles, and obviously the underwear. The 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 from it, but that’s simply not right because I’m still a WWE fan. In came a brand 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 possibly could hear myself thinking “What the hell just happened?!” followed closely by “What else did you expect?” John Cena, a slim little thing who liked slapping people and showing some “ruthless aggression” is now close to legend, followed closely by famous brands 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’d just disappeared. And even today, I’m always dreaming about some turn of events and The Rock, or Stone Cold walking down towards the ring. But such is life.