Well hello there, and welcome to Wrestling with Consciousness. This blog will be home to my thoughts on the form of entertainment we call wrestling. There will be a couple of posts a week, more if something really interesting is going on. I hope to express by own distinct view, and if I am really lucky, garner the opinion of a few other fans with opinions away from the norm.
My background is that I have been watching wrestling since 1975, when at the age of three, I demanded to be left in front of the television every Saturday afternoon. I didn't always get my way, but I did get to see a lot of sport, and 4pm, every Saturday, was when you got to see British wrestling. Kent Walton commentating, his measured exotic tones grabbing your attention, drawing you in to watch the likes of Mick McManus, Kendo Nagasaki, Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks lumber their way through their bouts. I liked it, yet I had a feeling there should be something more, something a bit more exciting than this.
In the very death throes of British Wrestling, I found it. WWF. Just for the one week, ITV showed a compilation of WWF wrestling. It was ridiculous, exciting, extreme and overblown. I loved it. It had, and this is the only time I have really felt this was the appropriate verb to use in any situation, pazazz.
I can remember two of the matches. The first was (I think) The Hart Foundation vs The British Bulldogs. I am quite sure of Bret Hart being involved. This was fast paced, just so different to the dull drab matches I had bored of in Britain. In later years, I was to find out that this was one of a series of what were considered classic matches. I think this is part of what drew me in. The other match was a Hulk Hogan match, and was classic Hogan ridiculousness, the massive extended beatdown, the comebacks, and in this case, a red plastic helmet with a fist glued onto it. I believe Wrestlecrap explains a little of what was going on with that, but I'm not even sure if he knew what was going on. This was very silly, and I laughed a lot at it. It didn't put me off though.
As we go on, I will explain more of what I think, know and remember about wrestling. Glad to have you here, if you have dropped by to see what is going on.
3 comments:
Believe it or not, I watched a lot of "early" wrestling. My grandad has sport on every Saturday and I remember watching Big Daddy (wasn't he called Shirley) and Giant Haystacks battle it out. Being a girl, I was interested in the costumes/boots rather than the techniques.
Even at that young age I knew they were only playing.
I for one will be a keen follower of this flotsky. I keep my love of the squared circle underground, but have been hooked on WWF/WWE for the last 17 years.
THE best soap opera out there.
Go flotsky...
Very glad to have you both aboard. Please feel free to say whatever you want about wrestling here, happy to talk about it at great length :)
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