John Burgoon
Wrestling needs respect
rofessional wrestling is the greatest form of sports entertainment
in the world. If you're a wrestling fan, you know what I'm talking about.
If you don't watch professional wrestling, then you probably believe the
out-of-date stereotypes about it that it's immature, ultra-violent and
corny. Well, this article is for all you in the latter group.
Nothing on
television comes close to professional wrestling in terms of drama, acting,
athleticism and sheer adrenaline-pumping, laugh-out-loud antics and stunts
you won't find on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," "Ally McBeal" or "Monday
Night Football."
Okay, I know
many of you think of professional wrestling as "Hulk Hogan and the Macho
Man Randy Savage sweating all over each other using bad headlocks for the
10 millionth time." That was the World Wrestling Federation in the 1980s.
That was World Championship Wrestling in the 1990s.
In the year
2000, pro wrestling has become a huge production, a very mainstream and
fine-tuned show that rivals other professional sports and TV entertainment.
It's the ultimate male soap opera that women also love to watch.
It is not that
the NFL, MLB, NBA or NHL are bad. It is just that when it comes to
pound-for-pound entertainment value, the WWF beats them all. Let me give
you a few examples to prove my point.
Professional
wrestling was one of the first things to ever air on television. It was
also the No. 1 spectator sport in the world at the turn of the 20th
century. A century later, the World Wrestling Federation is selling out the
Houston Astrodome for Wrestlemania X Seven, doing something the Houston
Astros couldn't do in all their years there and garnering more than $3
million in ticket sales.
Last year, the
combined ratings of the World Wrestling Federation and World Championship
Wrestling equaled MNF. This year, WWF's earnings are larger than the
combined payrolls of the New York Knicks, Giants and Jets. Four and five
nights a week, the WWF puts on tightly structured events at the largest
revenues throughout the country. Madison Square Garden, the Arrowhead Pond
and the Staples Center are just a few, and the World Wrestling Federation
has sold out in all of them.
Professional
wrestling combines Hollywood, Shakespearean drama, Broadway and Olympic
gymnastics. It is every kid's comic book fantasy come to life to see these
superhero-type men and women battling sinister villains in matches of
strength, endurance and raw violence. Tables are broken, chairs are dented
and even thumbtacks and barbed wire occasionally come into play, all in
front of 20,000 cheering men, women and children.
Critics believe
that this choreographed violence is childish and/or boring because it is
"fake." Well, it is far from fake. In fact, most wrestlers retire just
after they hit 40 because their knees, hips, backs and even heads are so
banged up that they simply can't do it anymore. Professional wrestlers are
the working-class superstars of professional sports and are without a doubt
the greatest athletes in the world. They deserve so much more respect than
they already receive.
Going to a
professional wrestling event is like going to a Fourth of July celebration,
rock concert and summertime action movie all rolled into one. There are no
disappointments, no home teams and or inter-fan violence or animosity.
Everyone is a winner. You can approach the wrestlers afterwards and they'll
be glad to meet you with a picture and an autograph; I know, I've seen it.
Try getting Bret Favre or Shaquille O'Neal to stand for a few hours after a
game to meet with young fans; I know, I haven't seen it.
Now some of the
people reading this may call me a fool to think professional wrestling will
ever be on par with the NBA or the NFL. Well, call me crazy, but it will
be. One day, mark my words, when these other sports franchises have run
their courses and they either go bankrupt or meld into one large
conglomerate of overpriced tickets, jerseys and athletes, professional
wrestling will still be alive and well, just like it has been for
centuries.
John Burgoon is a junior majoring in creative
writing.
Copyright 2000 by the Daily Trojan. All rights reserved.
This article was published in Vol. 141, No. 65 (Tuesday, December 5, 2000), beginning on page 4 and ending on page 5.