Trixx: The Final Mistrial

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

8 PM

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Do you remember when “Macho Man” Randy Savage stood on top of the top rope and drilled a bell into the throat of Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat? I sure do. I remember sitting in front of that television as a kid trying to figure out if that shit was real or fake. I mean, I actually thought Ricky Steamboat was gone and was never coming back until he showed up weeks later setting up perhaps the most legendary and arguably the greatest match every to grace a wrestling ring in history at Wrestlemania 3. 98 thousand fucking people. Wrestlemania 3. The night I questioned how on earth Hulk Hogan was gonna win. I mean c’mon. As a kid, the notion of someone passing the torch or putting someone over didn’t cross my mind. All I could think about was the fact that Hogan never loses, then again neither does Andre. How on earth was he gonna pick this dude up? When Hogan slammed Andre the Giant though, that was it for me. I thought Hogan was gonna be the champ forever. I mean poor everyone else all auditioning all year as to who would lose to Hogan at every single Wrestlemania. Funny thing was, I was actually fine with that.

Those are memories that will last forever as a wrestling fan. I mean, I’m a grown ass adult still watching the shitty version of a reality show known as Monday Night RAW. But, you know what? I’m probably gonna watch it again and again and again. Not because I wanna see the divas who don’t possess half the power Moolah did. Well, maybe Natalya and Beth Phoenix. Sorry, but if you’re gonna try and convince me that Kelly Kelly is the closest thing we got to a Wendy Richter, then I’d rather watch Horsnwoggle still try to pass off the fact that he’s only recently been given the ability to talk. Fuck, I miss the old days. I miss the days where I could truly look forward to a Pay Per View. The days where there were like 4 or 5 for the year. I guess since this generation’s attention span is as attentive as me paying attention to the WNBA, I see why there’s a Pay Per View every single 5 minutes now, but back in the day we could wait. Even though all we got was those Saturday Wrestling Superstar shows with the rare Saturday Night’s Main Event or the occasional Maple Leaf Wrestling show that showed matches from the legendary Maple Gardens in Toronto, Ontario Canada, we could still wait for a Pay Per View. Remember Maple Leaf Gardens? Shit, I remember the wrestlers walking down this platform that was pretty much the same height as the ring. The shit looked like a runway for models. That’s what they used. As a kid, I didn’t care. Now? Hilarious.

In a way, it’s both cool and weird that grown men still excited for wrestling. It’s weird because we know it’s fake. we know it isn’t a real sport. We know that it’s the characters that we fall in love with, not the actual guy who’s playing the role. Or do we? How many of us really separate these characters from reality. I mean it’s not like if I was to walk by the Rock, I’d be like, “Hey Dwayne, how’s it going man?”. Nope! I’d probably lose it if i saw him, slapping my friend repeatedly on the back, jumping up and down yelling ” Oh my gosh, it’s the Rock”. knowing, he’s playing a character. Think about that. How cool and weird is that we’ve let these guys that deep into our lives that we actually believe their characters. Maybe that’s why there will always be a part of me that won’t let wrestling go. Maybe we as fans don’t want to.

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