cartoon world
im reading Bret Harts autobiography. its pretty bananas. its incredible how cool and laid back all these guys were about slicing their own heads open with razors and having to follow storylines that ruined the careers of their friends. its insane that he turned out halfway sane after his dad routinely threw him and his 11 siblings around by their hair, and growing up around pilled-up drunk wrestlers his whole life, poor and forced to work the wrestling circuit in canada, of all places. its so fucked up how many people died because they were involved in wrestling. and its even more fucked up how much of a machine Vince McMahon had to be to orchestrate all of this. he probably is a robot. the XFL is proof of that.
regardless of what lenny thinks, ive been into wrestling for years. i went to some good pro matches when i was a kid. there were alot of them at packard music hall, though because we could usually only afford to send one kid, my brother got to see most of them. it wasnt sexism on my parents part, just that i didnt put up much of a fuss so that my brother could go. he went through, like, three toy plastic wwf rings, and my mom kept gluing the ropes and poles back together, and sewing the arms back on the My Pet Monster that served as our wrestling buddy. but i did get to see hacksaw jim dugan/cactus jack, the bushwackers, and 123 kid, who my brother loved. we got the wwf magazine and knew it was all fake, but that was ok.
now, when i see people like my friend justin from karaoke or ryan from work putting their all into these homemade outfits and taking their hits so they can move on in the PWO or CWE storylines, its weird that they might be on the same route that bret hart was on when he was watching his dad train pros in his basement, and being used as a fall guy to advance bigger guys. your careers only as long as your storyline, or as strong as your bones.
regardless of what lenny thinks, ive been into wrestling for years. i went to some good pro matches when i was a kid. there were alot of them at packard music hall, though because we could usually only afford to send one kid, my brother got to see most of them. it wasnt sexism on my parents part, just that i didnt put up much of a fuss so that my brother could go. he went through, like, three toy plastic wwf rings, and my mom kept gluing the ropes and poles back together, and sewing the arms back on the My Pet Monster that served as our wrestling buddy. but i did get to see hacksaw jim dugan/cactus jack, the bushwackers, and 123 kid, who my brother loved. we got the wwf magazine and knew it was all fake, but that was ok.
now, when i see people like my friend justin from karaoke or ryan from work putting their all into these homemade outfits and taking their hits so they can move on in the PWO or CWE storylines, its weird that they might be on the same route that bret hart was on when he was watching his dad train pros in his basement, and being used as a fall guy to advance bigger guys. your careers only as long as your storyline, or as strong as your bones.