WWE is a name that brings a glint in the attention of most youngsters out there. It’s a name that people have grown up with. From skipping studies, to skipping meals, all for those 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 nice old days.
WWE brought a revolution to the world of sports entertainment. Yes, it is sport, nonetheless it is basically entertainment, and a part of the entertainment industry, and entertainment at its best for that matter. The People’s Champ, the Texas Rattlesnake, The Heart Break Kid, Triple H; these folks were, and still are role models for a lot of young teens out there.
Why you ask? Because, it absolutely was different. It’d the magic required to help keep people glued with their seats/TV sets. It had been 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 is able to forget those golden moments. After all, they’re etched into our brains, and I speak for a lot of people when I say that. The craze was so extreme that I just fractured my leg once trying to accomplish a Jeff Hardy + a Brahma Bull “Swanton Elbow” ;.This just goes to show how much we were deeply in love with those individuals with the cool hair, the big muscles, and needless to say the underwear. The thing that people never followed was the “Please don’t try this at home”!
Then came the name change, and Personally, i feel that it wasn’t only the name that had changed. Maybe I was growing from the jawhorse, 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 could hear myself thinking “What the hell just happened?!” accompanied by “What else did you anticipate?” John Cena, a slim little thing who liked slapping people and showing some “ruthless aggression” has become close to legend, followed by the kind 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 dreaming about some turn of events and The Rock, or Stone Cold walking down towards the ring. But such is life.