I remember what got me hooked, Wrestlemania X. It was the first pay-per-view I ever watched. And the opening match was a classic. Bret vs. Owen. Anyone who has seen that match and experienced it in real time needs no explanation. For those who didn't see it, it was pure magic. It was "poetry in motion." It still stands out today as one of greatest matches in the history of professional wrestling.
Then, there was the ladder match. My favorite wrestler at the time was Razor Ramon. The atmosphere, the shining belts, the innovation. It was an epic for the ages. It was revolutionary. But what thrilled me most was that Razor Ramon won, and became the undisputed Intercontinental champion. It was a thrill.
The ending of the show was brilliant. Bret, who earlier lost to his younger brother, was hoisted on the shoulders of Razor Ramon and Lex Luger as the new WWE Champion. And all Owen could do was stare at his brother and utter "what about me?"
I was hooked. I still am.