Not joking. At all.
I’m not a child anymore where I believe that pro wrestlers are larger than life heroes and villains. I’m not a misguided teenager who believes these people are living their dreams. What I am is a highly disillusioned young adult who sees a bunch of hard-boozing pussy-hounds going through the motions on television every week. What I see is a bunch of overgrown children bitching about life on the road and how hard the profession is on their bodies; bitching about how the fans expect too much. Yet they were stupid enough to get into this profession and continue to sell their bodies for the lifestyle it affords them and their families. In my eyes, they’re trained monkeys. They’re prostitutes. They’re lowly parasites who have nothing to bitch about since they’re happy to keep putting my money in their bank account. Worst of all is the deluded “respect” oriented locker-room culture you hear constantly being promoted by the king of the industry. Respect for the kind of men who feel they have the right to haze rookies before going home for the weekend to beat on their wife, or worse. You know who I’m talking about. Locker room respect doesn’t mean a thing to me and it’s laughable to hear that tossed around as a valuable talking point.
What I see every week is not enthralling episodic television, but rather a traveling circus that gets by on the novelty of the WWE coming to town. Inconsequential, paint-by-numbers garbage that blends in from month to month, year to year. Rematch after rematch with creative in cruise control. And there’s no end in sight because most people associated with wrestling at a high level want out. They want to make movies, write for television, do something more dignified with their life. But wrestling affords them a decent salary, so they’re more than willing to swallow their pride and leach off the industry for however long it takes to make them financially secure. These higher ups think so little of me and other fans that they continue to insult our intelligence by continuing to produce the crap they do. They insult me by thinking I won’t go looking for better television elsewhere.
The only viable alternative to this monotonous rut sees old timers hanging on for one last easy day in the spot light, and senseless embrace of overly crude content. In their hunt for recognition, this alternative has given up everything that once made them distinct and made any worthwhile homegrown talent something they didn’t need to be before marginalizing them in favor of “names” from ten or more years ago that nobody cares about anymore.
Most ridiculous of all are the fans of professional wrestling. They act like insiders because they follow the trend of worshipping wrestlers who throw a few mat moves and a faux amateur sequence into their repertoire, praising “technical” wrestlers while ignoring the facts that those “technical” moves never end matches (often rendering them inconsequential) and that technical wrestlers pepper their bouts with strikes just like any other performer. These morons go on to exhibit irrational prejudice against a select ground of wrestlers who perform using only a certain formula while most wrestlers use this formula and rarely venture outside their limited move set. Yet other wrestlers, simply because of who they are, are praised gratuitously for their abuse of signature maneuvers in “classic” encounters. The senseless double standards of wrestling fans are evident to all but them.
Worse yet is the fan who begs and pleads for a return to the “Attitude Era” because they need senseless profanity and stunt booking to sustain their interest, despite the fact that shock coming from such content is not sustainable. They see a product that includes the interests of children to be beneath them, angrily demanding that they get their way, never acknowledging a possible middle ground that could appeal to multiple age groups. Wrestling fans are small minded and utterly petty.
Why would I want to put my money into this disgusting, insulting, incompetent industry that doesn’t have even an iota of faith in the product it produces?
I’m not a child anymore where I believe that pro wrestlers are larger than life heroes and villains. I’m not a misguided teenager who believes these people are living their dreams. What I am is a highly disillusioned young adult who sees a bunch of hard-boozing pussy-hounds going through the motions on television every week. What I see is a bunch of overgrown children bitching about life on the road and how hard the profession is on their bodies; bitching about how the fans expect too much. Yet they were stupid enough to get into this profession and continue to sell their bodies for the lifestyle it affords them and their families. In my eyes, they’re trained monkeys. They’re prostitutes. They’re lowly parasites who have nothing to bitch about since they’re happy to keep putting my money in their bank account. Worst of all is the deluded “respect” oriented locker-room culture you hear constantly being promoted by the king of the industry. Respect for the kind of men who feel they have the right to haze rookies before going home for the weekend to beat on their wife, or worse. You know who I’m talking about. Locker room respect doesn’t mean a thing to me and it’s laughable to hear that tossed around as a valuable talking point.
What I see every week is not enthralling episodic television, but rather a traveling circus that gets by on the novelty of the WWE coming to town. Inconsequential, paint-by-numbers garbage that blends in from month to month, year to year. Rematch after rematch with creative in cruise control. And there’s no end in sight because most people associated with wrestling at a high level want out. They want to make movies, write for television, do something more dignified with their life. But wrestling affords them a decent salary, so they’re more than willing to swallow their pride and leach off the industry for however long it takes to make them financially secure. These higher ups think so little of me and other fans that they continue to insult our intelligence by continuing to produce the crap they do. They insult me by thinking I won’t go looking for better television elsewhere.
The only viable alternative to this monotonous rut sees old timers hanging on for one last easy day in the spot light, and senseless embrace of overly crude content. In their hunt for recognition, this alternative has given up everything that once made them distinct and made any worthwhile homegrown talent something they didn’t need to be before marginalizing them in favor of “names” from ten or more years ago that nobody cares about anymore.
Most ridiculous of all are the fans of professional wrestling. They act like insiders because they follow the trend of worshipping wrestlers who throw a few mat moves and a faux amateur sequence into their repertoire, praising “technical” wrestlers while ignoring the facts that those “technical” moves never end matches (often rendering them inconsequential) and that technical wrestlers pepper their bouts with strikes just like any other performer. These morons go on to exhibit irrational prejudice against a select ground of wrestlers who perform using only a certain formula while most wrestlers use this formula and rarely venture outside their limited move set. Yet other wrestlers, simply because of who they are, are praised gratuitously for their abuse of signature maneuvers in “classic” encounters. The senseless double standards of wrestling fans are evident to all but them.
Worse yet is the fan who begs and pleads for a return to the “Attitude Era” because they need senseless profanity and stunt booking to sustain their interest, despite the fact that shock coming from such content is not sustainable. They see a product that includes the interests of children to be beneath them, angrily demanding that they get their way, never acknowledging a possible middle ground that could appeal to multiple age groups. Wrestling fans are small minded and utterly petty.
Why would I want to put my money into this disgusting, insulting, incompetent industry that doesn’t have even an iota of faith in the product it produces?