STFU Donnie
Occasional Pre-Show
I picked up Ole Anderson's book the other week and found this interesting passage regarding his time at The Power Plant:
"All the prospective wannabees were standing around, listening. I called Erik Watts into the ring and we locked up. I don't remember the sequence, but we wound up against the ropes. I backed up, looked at Erik and said, 'Dammit Erik. I told you before. Don't do that again, all right? We're trying to show these guys how to make it look real.'
We went back to the center of the ring and locked up. We tugged around and I got him against the ropes again. I raised my voice and said, 'Jesus, Erik! Are you f***ing deaf or what? Can't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?' He gave me a strange, somewhat irritated look, so I slapped him on the face. 'Dammit get you act together or I'll kick your ass for real.'
We began again. Before too long, I hit him with a knee. I got him on the ground, grabbed him by the hair, and started ripping his face apart. The whole time, I was swearing at him. 'You stupid son of a bitch! How many times do I have to tell you?' Then I stopped right in the middle of my tirade and looked over at the kids outside the ring. Their eyes were as big as saucers. Their mouths were hanging open. I looked over at them and said, 'Well, did you buy it?'
Erik started laughing as he stood up. As understanding sank in, every one of those guys let out a long breath. 'Do you see?' I asked, as the tension slowly left the room. My whole point was, how many guys did I convince that it was a shoot when I was working with Erik?
The answer?
All of them"
This got me thinking about how I can watch stuff from the 80's and 90's (although this is when the change began) and see nothing but guys who understood that wrestling at it's very core was a simulated fight...yet when I watch today, all the wrestlers just seem to be doing a choreographed exhibition and few are those who can work the crowd into suspending their disbelief.
Wrestling is no different than any other performance art, and in the ring it just seems like guys today don't understand the nuance of the performance that guys of yesteryear understood intrinsically. Wrestling isn't about a move set or high spots. It's about anger, rage, fear, jealousy, and any other emotion you can think of.
So am I just an old 34 year old, yelling at the kids to stay off my lawn, while muttering to myself that "back in the day, guys knew how to wrestle"...or do you think the art of working and manipulating a crowd is dead and what we are left with is more of an sterilized athletic exhibition as opposed to the dramatic simulated fight of days past?
"All the prospective wannabees were standing around, listening. I called Erik Watts into the ring and we locked up. I don't remember the sequence, but we wound up against the ropes. I backed up, looked at Erik and said, 'Dammit Erik. I told you before. Don't do that again, all right? We're trying to show these guys how to make it look real.'
We went back to the center of the ring and locked up. We tugged around and I got him against the ropes again. I raised my voice and said, 'Jesus, Erik! Are you f***ing deaf or what? Can't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?' He gave me a strange, somewhat irritated look, so I slapped him on the face. 'Dammit get you act together or I'll kick your ass for real.'
We began again. Before too long, I hit him with a knee. I got him on the ground, grabbed him by the hair, and started ripping his face apart. The whole time, I was swearing at him. 'You stupid son of a bitch! How many times do I have to tell you?' Then I stopped right in the middle of my tirade and looked over at the kids outside the ring. Their eyes were as big as saucers. Their mouths were hanging open. I looked over at them and said, 'Well, did you buy it?'
Erik started laughing as he stood up. As understanding sank in, every one of those guys let out a long breath. 'Do you see?' I asked, as the tension slowly left the room. My whole point was, how many guys did I convince that it was a shoot when I was working with Erik?
The answer?
All of them"
This got me thinking about how I can watch stuff from the 80's and 90's (although this is when the change began) and see nothing but guys who understood that wrestling at it's very core was a simulated fight...yet when I watch today, all the wrestlers just seem to be doing a choreographed exhibition and few are those who can work the crowd into suspending their disbelief.
Wrestling is no different than any other performance art, and in the ring it just seems like guys today don't understand the nuance of the performance that guys of yesteryear understood intrinsically. Wrestling isn't about a move set or high spots. It's about anger, rage, fear, jealousy, and any other emotion you can think of.
So am I just an old 34 year old, yelling at the kids to stay off my lawn, while muttering to myself that "back in the day, guys knew how to wrestle"...or do you think the art of working and manipulating a crowd is dead and what we are left with is more of an sterilized athletic exhibition as opposed to the dramatic simulated fight of days past?