WWE is a name that brings a glint in a person’s eye of all youngsters out there. It is a name that we have grown 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 world of sports entertainment. Yes, it’s sport, but it is basically entertainment, and a area 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 individuals were, and still are role models for lots of young teens out there.
Why you ask? Because, it absolutely was different. It had the magic required to keep people glued to their seats/TV sets. It was a lot 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 can forget those golden moments. I am talking about, 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 do a Jeff Hardy + a Brahma Bull “Swanton Elbow” ;.This just goes to exhibit how much we were in deep love with the individuals with the cool hair, the big muscles, and of course the underwear. The only thing that we never followed was the “Please don’t try this at home”!
Then came the name change, and Personally, i feel so 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 each 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 expect?” John Cena, a lean little thing who liked slapping people and showing some “ruthless aggression” is now close to legend, associated with 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.