from the top rope
recently i've been watching some wrestling (WWF) on youtube and it reminded me of the good days from year 2000-2002 where WWF was in its heyday amongst my friends.
when i was young there used to be wrestling on tv and sometimes i would watch it with my dad, but over time it was removed, all the way until 2000 when it suddenly appeared on channel 5 again.
back then we were still young and impressionable and WWF was really the coolest thing. some kids said wrestling was fake, but when we did the moves on each other it sure hurt like hell. how could that be fake? it was violence and entertainment! that's gotta be the best shit ever!
when i moved to secondary school, we took wrestling to a whole new level. wrestling in class, wrestling after school on the community centre's judo mats, sometimes even wrestling at the back of the classroom while the class was ongoing.
by then we had wisened up a little and more or less agreed that wrestling was fake... or was it really? the little bit of doubt made it more exciting to watch though, the crazy moves, the storylines (remember we didn't really know it was a story), the larger-than-life characters, it was truly a fun time.
of course we did our best to bring this excitement into the real world. sometimes things got overboard and there were many tears shed, bruises were normal, and maaaybe even a little blood lost (none of those were mine), especially amongst the unwilling participants.
i would wrestle at home too with my siblings. every friday night was wrestling night and we would go to our parents room, turn on the aircon and slam the hell out of each other (it was mostly me slamming them since i was the eldest and biggest but i encouraged them to slam me too). i even made championship belts out of cardboard that could be attached to a real belt and worn.
the downfall started when the community centre locked up the judo mats and we lost that relatively safe place to wrestle. sure wrestling in class was fun, but it wasn't a really conducive environment. one could only get slammed that many times on the hard concrete floor, and high-flying moves were basically out of the question.
interest also faltered when we gradually accepted that wrestling was indeed truly without a doubt fake and scripted, partially because we realised that we too could pull off the moves without getting hurt.
the final straw came when they removed wrestling altogether. with that gone, it was truly the end of an era.
when i was young there used to be wrestling on tv and sometimes i would watch it with my dad, but over time it was removed, all the way until 2000 when it suddenly appeared on channel 5 again.
back then we were still young and impressionable and WWF was really the coolest thing. some kids said wrestling was fake, but when we did the moves on each other it sure hurt like hell. how could that be fake? it was violence and entertainment! that's gotta be the best shit ever!
when i moved to secondary school, we took wrestling to a whole new level. wrestling in class, wrestling after school on the community centre's judo mats, sometimes even wrestling at the back of the classroom while the class was ongoing.
by then we had wisened up a little and more or less agreed that wrestling was fake... or was it really? the little bit of doubt made it more exciting to watch though, the crazy moves, the storylines (remember we didn't really know it was a story), the larger-than-life characters, it was truly a fun time.
of course we did our best to bring this excitement into the real world. sometimes things got overboard and there were many tears shed, bruises were normal, and maaaybe even a little blood lost (none of those were mine), especially amongst the unwilling participants.
i would wrestle at home too with my siblings. every friday night was wrestling night and we would go to our parents room, turn on the aircon and slam the hell out of each other (it was mostly me slamming them since i was the eldest and biggest but i encouraged them to slam me too). i even made championship belts out of cardboard that could be attached to a real belt and worn.
the downfall started when the community centre locked up the judo mats and we lost that relatively safe place to wrestle. sure wrestling in class was fun, but it wasn't a really conducive environment. one could only get slammed that many times on the hard concrete floor, and high-flying moves were basically out of the question.
interest also faltered when we gradually accepted that wrestling was indeed truly without a doubt fake and scripted, partially because we realised that we too could pull off the moves without getting hurt.
the final straw came when they removed wrestling altogether. with that gone, it was truly the end of an era.
3 Comments:
i even spent much money buying hardy boyz cds and many main events. what a waste of money. thank god for internet now... we can watch everything online.
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dqb, at May 12, 2013 1:53 am
just saw your comment... yes hardy boys were my fav back then. what cd did you buy? were they a boyband?
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cromber, at May 28, 2013 3:01 pm
I bought those cds that were about their career in wrestling, their highs and lows. and even... lita's... lost interest in wrestling the moment hardy boyz fought against each other...
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dqb, at June 01, 2013 2:28 am
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