Not trying to judge, but how are grown men still watching WWE?
I remember watching wrestling in the 90s when i was a child but aint no way im watching this shyt now. Fake
fights & all the circus around it? Seems suited for kids, not adults.
Id rather watch boxing or some other sport if i wanna see a fight.
Please explain.
There's a pretty fascinating meta-narrative going on that I'll explain later at my keyboard. You could write a thesis on this shyt.
Okay so here's the thing. In the late 90's, Vince McMahon went on the air and basically said, "
Folks you all know what the deal is. We're not going to continue to insult your intelligence by pretending this is a legitimate sporting event. You know it's entertainment, and we want to acknowledge that you know that. The show will go on, enjoy."
Now he wasn't quite that blunt about it, but that's the message he was trying to convey. So since then, it hasn't been like old school wrestling where they had to fight any guy in a bar who said it was fake. They're open about the true nature of the business and they frequently give interviews where they talk about it. There's still some of that traditional "
Hey, if you think it's just fake, you get in the ring and take a powerbomb, tough guy." stuff, but that's said with a wink and a nod.
So the wrestlers know that the audience knows and the audience knows that the wrestlers know they know. Here's when it gets weird:
After The Rock and Stone Cold retired, the WWF was in a bit of a bind. They hadn't really built up any other protagonists to that level. It's like you're watching Star Wars and halfway through the movie, Mark Hamill and Harrison Ford decide to retire from acting. So they try a few different things and they're bleeding ratings and PPV revenue is down and a lot of people grow out of wrestling fandom, permanently. Then they get this bodybuilder dude with a movie star face (pause) and he can talk on the mic pretty well, in fact he can freestyle rap, and they decide, "
Okay, we're gonna try to make this guy, John Cena, into a Stone Cold/Rock level superstar." And to an extent, it begins to work. The crowds enjoy his diss raps, they like his finishing move, his rivalry with the big bad guy Brock Lesnar is received well enough. Problem: John Cena still kinda sucks in the ring. He can work, he's just nowhere near as talented as many of the other guys and the audience starts to get this weird feeling that he's being shoved down their throats and the more skilled wrestlers are being squeezed out of the main event so the company can have their "white meat babyface." But they don't really realize that yet until Vince makes a mistake and poisons his own show.
They have a pay per view called ECW One Night Stand. The idea being that for one night, the WWF is converted to Extreme Championship Wrestling, a small but hugely influential company that went out of business a few years prior. They have the show in one of ECW's traditional stomping grounds, the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York. ECW's fans, a much more rowdy and opinionated group than the WWF's usual patrons, spend the entire night TAKING A GIANT shyt on all the WWF wrestlers. But they saved the biggest shyt for last. In the main event, John Cena defends the WWF championship against Rob Van Dam, a guy who was kind of perceived in ECW as the prince who should've been king, but never quite had the time to make it there. There are signs in the crowd that state "
If Cena Wins, We Riot." And they were probably not exaggerating. This group of hardcore fans felt they'd been suffering for years with no more ECW to watch. Even the big competitor, WCW, had gone out of business. Vince McMahon was the god-king of wrestling. He could do anything he wanted and you had to sit there and take it or just stop watching wrestling. It was his way or the highway. A lot of people stopped watching. But the ECW faithful had been invited to attend this show and they were making their message heard loud and clear. "
fukk you, Vince." It had gotten personal between the audience and the director. Which is weird, in media. People don't go to movies they don't like and chant their displeasure at the writing. Nobody interrupts a play with a chorus of boos.
John Cena wisely ate the pin, Rob Van Dam celebrated his first world title, but beneath and behind that, something had slipped into the consciousness of the general WWF audience. "
Wait a minute..... We don't have to like what Vince tells us to like."
As the years went on, Cena, ostensibly the hero in this story, our protagonist, gets boo'd more and more. They respect his work ethic and his effort to improve, but there's a growing rebellion among the fans. They're not really booing Cena, they're booing the guy who decided Cena is "the man." Vince. And then somebody breaks the fourth wall.
No really, one of the wrestlers looks right into the camera and says, "
Oops, I'm breaking the fourth wall."
It's CM Punk, perhaps the first wrestler to build his own following via the internet before ever debuting on television. The fans fukking love this guy. And he's retiring. All indications are that he has really, in real life, decided to quit the business. He's not signing a new contract, he's sick of wrestling, he wants out. And his last match is for the championship against Cena. And it's in Punk's home town, Chicago. If it comes out years from now that this was all in the script, I wouldn't be surprised, because it worked so perfectly. On the other hand, I really doubt Vince would give the OK to Punk saying some of the things he said in what would come to be known as the "Pipe Bomb" promo. He basically shyts on Vince's creative vision. He basically says the writing sucks. He says maybe WWE will be better after Vince McMahon is dead.
But the key to the whole thing was his statement to Cena. "
I don't hate you, John. I don't even dislike you. What I hate.... is this idea... that you're the best. Because you're not. I'm the best. I'm the best in the world. I am the best...... WRESTLER.... in WWE."
That might seem pretty tame, but you have to keep in mind, here's how draconian Vince's rule was at the time: The wrestlers were not allowed to say the word wrestler. They're weren't allowed to say wrestling. They weren't even allowed to say the word violence. On a wrestling show where wrestlers commit violence. It's 1984 levels of ridiculous and Punk calls bullshyt on the whole thing.
The night of the big match, the Chicago crowd is fukking insane for Punk. Those signs appear again, "If Cena Wins, We Riot." In wrestling parlance, a big positive reaction from a crowd is referred to as a "pop." When Punk makes his entrance, he receives possibly the loudest pop I've ever seen. Vince isn't a complete idiot, so he books Punk to win. The audience's disgust with Vince's creative direction is finally vindicated. There's a huge sigh of relief across the fandom. Finally, finally, Vince has listened to the people. He's stopped trying to force us to love a character we just don't like that much. He's given the victory to the independent guy who had to scratch and claw his way to the top, the whole time being hated by the people in charge of the business for being too different, too indy, too representative of "
kids these days and their god damned internet, PAL!."
One problem. Punk is the champion and has legit quit the company. He's walked out of the WWE with their crown jewel. He tweets a picture of the title belt in his refrigerator. Why? Why not?
I won't sum up the
denouement to this story because it's a whole 'nother fukking thing to get deep into, but I'll just say this:
Vince gets his revenge on the audience.
And that, my breh, is why I'm still mentally engaged with this stupid fukking fake sport. Every once in a great while, something like CM Punk or Lucha Underground comes along and gets me to watch again. But Punk fukked himself up in UFC and Lucha Underground is probably done forever because they managed their business like morons, so until the next fourth wall shattering thing happens, I'll be over here chilling with a notorious crew you may have heard of.
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