I remember the wrestling explosion circa 1984-85, but WWE bored me, even though I was only about 10 at the time, it was so cartoonish, and the matches were so boring, watching lugs like King Kong Bundy lumber around for 5 minutes waiting to get slammed by Hogan and pinned.
When I got hooked I was surfing channels in June 86 and stopped on TBS. There I saw two young guys, long hair, jeans, T-shirts, seemed cool, arguing with what looked like an older guy, sharp dressed, like a GQ cover or a republican business exec, with lots of gold, a giant belt, bigger than anything I'd ever seen in boxing or WWE. I stopped and listened as the young guys, mostly the blond one, criticized the suit and tie guy for turning on the fans. Then the suit, in a loud, bold, arrogant manner, proceeds to insult the young guys, tells them the fans are lucky they have him, and kids like them will never have the money, gold, etc that he has.
The kicker was when the suit pulled a training bra from his sport coat and gave it to the blond kid, telling him that "the big girls" he parties with don't need these but the "teeny boppers" that the blond likes could probably use it. The blond kid took the sunglases off the suits face, stomped them to bits, and when the suit slapped him the blond proceeded to beat the living @#$% out of him.
That was The Rock & Roll Express vs Ric Flair on WCW Sat Nite, and from that point on I was watching wrestling every Sat.