enviousdominous
Behold my diction
You know what, I absolutely loved the blind fold match. To be honest, this was one of my favorite shows from my childhood and I can't bring myself to pick a worst match. Every one of those matches stood out to me, but the blindfold match was extra special.
I would have lengthy debates with my Dad regarding whether or not pro-wrestling was fixed. I was nine years old at the time, but already had a reputation with my teachers at school as someone you'd be foolish to debate. I embarrassed them over their assumption that World War 2 inspired Tolkien to write a series of books that were published before Hitler invaded Poland. Moving on.
My father and I watched Rick Martel vs Jake the Snake Roberts over and over again. I was completely self-indoctrinated with the belief that all pro-wrestling was a legitimate contest of skill between two athletes and all events during the match were completely random occurrences. We would pause the tape at certain points, he would pause to explain an occurrence that proves that pro-wrestling is fixed, I would pause to prove the contrary. It was like we were debating conspiracies behind the events of the Zapruder film.
It wasn't just an attempt to hold onto the precious notion that these real life super-heros were fighting the forces of evil strictly on my behalf, there was no way in hell I was going to lose a debate to anyone much less my own father. We went over that match every day for a couple weeks.
The final verdict? It was indeed staged, and both men could see well enough to recognize their surroundings. It was an eye opening experience for me and it inspired me to apologize to my teachers for being such an arrogant prick over one meager debate.
I realized that the WWE is as real as Star Wars or an episode of Perry Mason, so I didn't stop marking out.
I would have lengthy debates with my Dad regarding whether or not pro-wrestling was fixed. I was nine years old at the time, but already had a reputation with my teachers at school as someone you'd be foolish to debate. I embarrassed them over their assumption that World War 2 inspired Tolkien to write a series of books that were published before Hitler invaded Poland. Moving on.
My father and I watched Rick Martel vs Jake the Snake Roberts over and over again. I was completely self-indoctrinated with the belief that all pro-wrestling was a legitimate contest of skill between two athletes and all events during the match were completely random occurrences. We would pause the tape at certain points, he would pause to explain an occurrence that proves that pro-wrestling is fixed, I would pause to prove the contrary. It was like we were debating conspiracies behind the events of the Zapruder film.
It wasn't just an attempt to hold onto the precious notion that these real life super-heros were fighting the forces of evil strictly on my behalf, there was no way in hell I was going to lose a debate to anyone much less my own father. We went over that match every day for a couple weeks.
The final verdict? It was indeed staged, and both men could see well enough to recognize their surroundings. It was an eye opening experience for me and it inspired me to apologize to my teachers for being such an arrogant prick over one meager debate.
I realized that the WWE is as real as Star Wars or an episode of Perry Mason, so I didn't stop marking out.