The Biz: Internet Killed the Pro Wrestling Star

Oh yes my children- that was the first of probably many 80’s pop song references. There’s a word for what I did, but I’m not quite sure what it is, and unlike many of you, if I don’t know a word, or how to spell it, I won’t use it. That notwithstanding, let me say that it’s great to be writing another article for the devoted readers of wrestlezone.com. Let me apologize for my brief hiatus. I’ve started filming a documentary about suicide, and let me tell you, it’s been a huge bummer. The process has been interesting, but the material is totally depressing, and writing about wrestling has really been the last thing on my mind the past couple weeks. Also, I pretty much already wrote this article, but accidentally forgot to save. Turns out that’s a no no when restarting your computer.  This summer has been nuts, but let me assure you that once the leaves fall from the trees and we begin to carve our pumpkins, I will be much more dependable to provide an escape from both yours’ and my typically uneventful life.

I remember the last completely unpredictable moment in professional wrestling, for me at least. It was in March of 2001. I could tell you the exact date, but I don’t know it and don’t really feel like looking it up. The date is inconsequential though. What happened is what’s important. I turned on my television to watch Nitro, fully expecting to see if Booker T could capture Scott Steiner’s WCW Championship. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw none other than Vince McMahon staring back at me through my television set. Vince had bought WCW – he finally won the Monday Night War. I was speechless, which I guess was a good thing ‘cause there was nobody I could really talk to about it anyway. The point is, this was the most unexpected thing I had ever seen in professional wrestling. Little did I know, it would be the last completely unexpected thing I would ever see in professional wrestling.

From that moment on, through no one’s fault but my own, I knew just about everything that was going to happen in wrestling, before it happened. I knew of the NWO coming to WWE, I knew of the reuniting of DX, I knew of returns and departures and injuries and storylines well before I actually saw them happen. Wrestling was still a passion for me. It was still almost a religious ritual. Every Monday I would make sure that I would be sitting in my favorite chair, watching my favorite form of sports and entertainment. It was just no longer unpredictable. And that’s my fault. I didn’t so much predict what was going to happen as much as read about what was going to happen. Wrestlezone.com became the second website I visited throughout the day, only after checking my email. I don’t necessarily believe this is a bad thing. I better not say it is, as I work for the fuggin’ website!- but I have entertained the thought of only writing my column and doing nothing more. No more checking the headlines, no more reading other columns, nothing. But then I realized that I would never be able to do that. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it also led me to believe that I actually “know” about the wrestling business. And that’s not something I want to give up. There’s a reason why DVD’s, and now Blue Rays, sell so well. People have seen the movie, now they want to see what goes on behind the scenes. They want to see the gag reels and the deleted scenes and they want to listen to the commentary. Wrestling is no different. We want to know why things happen. We want to know what’s going to happen. This isn’t a bad thing. The only time it becomes a bad thing is when we start to complain that wrestling is “predictable.” Go on, you can admit it- we’ve all done it. I know I have. Maybe the reason it’s predictable is because we know weeks ahead of time what/why/when/where/how something is to happen. That’s not so much the fault of WWE or TNA or whoever else; it’s ours. I’d be willing to bet that the casual fans don’t think wrestling is too predictable. My challenge to you, dear readers, is to go back to a time when you didn’t know everything that there was to know about wrestling. See if it’s still as predictable as you thought it was. My 2^nd challenge to you is to email me at WesternRebellion@live.com and tell me about the last truly unexpected thing that you saw in professional wrestling. If I like it, and you spell most of the words correctly, I’ll post it here next week. Last time, I asked you how you know that you’re a wrestling fan. Here’s what you said:

 

Zach writes:

Good ones Zach! For the record, what is a Slobberknocker? Also, I’m really glad that you used Hulk Hogan as a verb J

 

D-Xparza writes:

Dude, you actually super kicked your boss? And you didn’t like, go to jail? Kudos on the Pepsi though. Pepsi is the drink of Gods. I like your number 4. That should be a T-shirt, no?

 

Hassaan,

First of all, dreams about what big guy? I’m used to the people dreaming about me, but usually they’re of the female persuasion. And don’t worry about the child molestation thing. I used to do the same thing to my cousin. Just tell them you’re playing a game and they’ll never ask questions… that’s what my Uncle Diddles always used to tell me anyway. Sorry about the Chris Cash no response thing. Chances are, he liked your article but you may be just a bit too young. My advice would be to keep writing and posting on our forums, learn as much as you can about grammar and voice and all of that jazz, and try again in a year or so.

Big Dave Writes:

RESPECT!!!! Love it.

 

Justin Hurley writes:

 

 

 

Justin, you better hope to God that your son is a wrestling fan. Otherwise he’s going to hate you. My son, The Undertaker Perkins, hasn’t spoken to me in years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dude, you win. You are definitely a bigger geek than I am.

 

Kevin writes:

 

 

 

Um. No. Definitely not gonna buy you the Basham’s. Sorry bro.

 

Carlos writes:

And now, the most important email I’ve ever gotten comes from SPC Jeremiah Shoemate:

 

A freakin’ soldier reads my stuff! I’ve been lucky enough to live a pretty blessed life. I worked for MTV, talked to Victoria and Matt Striker, write for this site, and many other things, but the fact that my columns provides just a modicum of entertainment to somebody that’s fighting for my freedom in Afghanistan will definitely go down as a highlight of my life. It also proves that professional wrestling creates a bond between people that only other wrestling fans can truly understand.

That’s it for me my children. Check back next week, and while you’re here, be sure to check out all of the other great articles. I don’t think you fans know how lucky you are to be able to email Mark Madden and have him answer your questions about WCW. You’re also lucky to have me, but you already know that. And I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’.