WWE is a name that brings a glint in a person’s eye of most youngsters out there. It’s a name that individuals have cultivated up with. From skipping studies, to skipping meals, all for anyone 90 minutes of pure adrenalin; the lights, the action, the drama was something to die for! And if that’s insufficient, wrestling card games, trading cards, and walls adorned with posters of Hulk Hogan and The Rock and what not! Those were the great old days.
WWE brought a revolution to the planet of sports entertainment. Yes, it is sport, but it is essentially entertainment, and a the main entertainment industry, and entertainment at its best for that matter. The People’s Champ, the Texas Rattlesnake, The Heart Break Kid, Triple H; these people were, and still are role models for lots of young teens out there.
Why you ask? Because, it absolutely was different. It’d the magic required to help keep people glued for their seats/TV sets. It was much better than any Hollywood flick. 世博 The oh-so-arrogant Mr. McMahon and his mini-wars with the stars, especially Stone Cold Steve Austin; the life-in-a-pot-undead Undertaker; the People’s Champ, The Rock who Layeth the SmackDown with the People’s Elbow; who are able to forget those golden moments. I mean, they’re etched into our brains, and I speak for lots of people when I say that. The craze was so extreme that I actually fractured my leg once trying to complete a Jeff Hardy + a Brahma Bull “Swanton Elbow” ;.This just goes to show simply how much we were deeply in love with those people with the cool hair, the big muscles, and obviously the underwear. The thing that individuals never followed was the “Please don’t try this at home”!
Then came the name change, and I personally feel that it wasn’t only the name that had changed. Maybe I was growing from it, but that’s just not right because I’m still a WWE fan. In came a new breed of muscle-men, hungry for every single other’s blood. Brock Lesnar.. Man he was one strong guy. He bloody broke the ring, and the tool used was a Big Show! A 500 pound superplex! I really could hear myself thinking “What the hell just happened?!” followed closely by “What else did you anticipate?” John Cena, a lean little thing who liked slapping people and showing some “ruthless aggression” is now near to legend, combined with the likes of Batista the Animal, Mr. 619 Rey Mysterio and the Punjabi Giant, The Great Khali. Although extremely talented and bloody well powerful, these new champions somehow didn’t have what the older Heroes did. They’d just disappeared. And even today, I’m always longing for some turn of events and The Rock, or Stone Cold walking down towards the ring. But such is life.