As I’m typing this, I’m listening/watching Talking Smack on the WWE Network (only $9.99/month).
A grown damn man and I still find time during the day to get my dose of pro wrestling, particular WWE.
I still scream like a little girl like watching Wrestlemania every year. I put everything on hold – work included – so I can focus all my energies on watching the show from start to finish.
On my author bios on all the sites I write, I always include “pro wrestling fan.” It’s something that I feel proud enough to include as one of my identifiers.
I understand how some would find this strange. It’s soap opera for men. It’s pretend fighting where the matches are predetermined, and everything is one big joke.
Honestly, I don’t care what people think. I enjoy the heck out of larger-than-life characters locking horns and kicking ass.
I treat pro wrestling as a valid form of entertainment. Its athletic aspect should not be downplayed, but its emotional and storytelling component is what I thoroughly love about “sports entertainment.” Granted, they don’t always get it – some of the stories are downright cheesy and cringeworthy. However, when they get it right, pro wrestling compares to the best forms of entertainment in the media.
The moment when Seth Rollins betrayed his brothers in The Shield and sold his soul to The Corporation…
…when CM Punk came out to a hair-raising pop in his hometown of Chicago in the 2011 Money in the Bank (also arguably the best match against John Cena in the past decade)…
…when Daniel Bryan was forced to retire due to injury and gave a heartfelt speech in front of his hometown crowd in Washington…
…and the latest, the betrayal of Kevin Owens against his “best friend” Chris Jericho during The Festival of Friendship from last night’s RAW…
…these all pull out emotions from me that are similar when watching a good film or reading a compelling book.
At the very core of pro wrestling is the ride itself. You don’t have to overthink and analyze it. Just watch and immerse yourself into the experience.
Let your imagination run wild like the hundreds and thousands of Hulkamaniacs in the ’80s. Think of the bodies they put on the line during matches are accessories that help push the narrative until it reaches a climax. Let the kid in you cheer and boo people you like and don’t like.
Just enjoy the ride.
How about you? What’s your experience with pro wrestling? Do you love/hate/don’t care about it? Let me know by commenting below!