Thursday, December 27, 2012

Why Am I A Wrestling Fan?

Hello people of the internet. You may know me as Eamon, that guy who 95% of his posts on Facebook and Twitter are wrestling related and you get irrationally angry about it. If that describes you… then go away. But if you follow me on the internet and don’t completely hate when I talk about people rolling around in tights and kneepads, welcome! This is the place where I will now post all of the things going on in my head in wordy paragraphs and I hope you enjoy it and have some fun. Because that is what it’s all about. I spend my Tuesday nights talking about this sport, or art, or this fake thing that’s super gay and is not as cool as MMA or whatever you believe, and I want to continue doing that and this is my vessel to do so. So lets tell some stories, share some memories and have a conversation about this multi-faceted thing that is pro wrestling.

I thought it would be good to start off by going over my journey to becoming a pro wrestling fan, something that has become a very important and long running descriptive quality of me.

I’m pretty sure a lot of fans are able to pinpoint the exact moment where they saw it for the first time and became enthralled with it. Getting to know a ton of people who became wrestling fans back in the late 80’s-early 90’s, they’ve mentioned to me that seeing guys like Hulk Hogan or Randy Savage for the WWF, or guys like Ric Flair or Sting for WCW sucked them into loving pro wrestling. In case you didn’t know, I did not grow up in that generation, and because of that I tend to get tons of crap, as young wrestling fans usually do. The reason I tend to not care too much about the downfall of the legacy of Hulk Hogan in TNA is because I never grew up as a “Hulkamaniac”. Hulk Hogan truly never mattered to me when I started watching because I was never able to understand how at his age he could still hold his own with the tough stars of the WWF/E at the time. As you could see, even at a young age I began to show my narcissistic personality at times, but let me explain the reasoning behind my immediate love for wrestling. I was flipping through channels in early August of 2002 and stumbled upon an episode of Raw in progress, where Triple H and Shawn Michaels were trying to figure out who attacked Michaels on a previous episode in the parking lot and slammed his head through a car window. I remember them showing the image of a bloody Shawn Michaels being put onto a gurney and sent to the hospital and, being barely 9 years old, thinking how gruesome it was. Then Triple H was in the ring to talk to Shawn Michaels via satellite to try to figure out who had done this to Shawn, when Shawn revealed that police officers gave him footage of the attack from one of the security cameras. After showing the grainy and unrecognizable footage, Shawn noted that due to the advancements in technology nowadays (which is immensely funny looking back at it in 2012), he was able to enhance the footage to reveal that his attacker, was none other than…wait for it… TRIPLE H! They then cut back to a stone-faced Shawn Michaels who says, “It was you, Hunter”, which Triple H rebuttals with a line that is engrained in my memory to this day, “You’re damn right it was me!”, said in his very own Triple H way.

My First Memory
Now if you listen to me today, I tend to give those two guys a lot of crap (mainly Triple H who even after losing an END OF AN ERA WAR with The Undertaker has been back and is still gonna be back to kick the diverticulitis out of Brock Lesnar, but that’s for another blog post), but that moment kept my young eyes glued to the television and captivated me in a way nothing else had before. There was drama, a line between good versus evil, gruesome imagery as I mentioned before and I became hooked. It’s funny to see how I’ve advanced from mostly only caring about the drama played out in the ring, but the thing that got me into wrestling were two guys talking to each other. However, they followed up with more drama and intrigue in an amazing street fight at Summerslam 2002, which I still believe is one of the best matches those two have had. Those images that were stuck in my head of a bloody Shawn Michaels in the parking lot, were followed by Triple H raising up his sledgehammer and striking down with vengeance across the back of Shawn like something out of Gladiator. But since that moment, I have never waned from the product or had a period where I stopped watching, whether people told me to or not.

My Inspiration
So that brings up the question of how my parents reacted to this newfound love of pro wrestling. Well, as it is the case most of the time, they reacted very differently. My father, the minute he saw that I was interested in it, jumped completely on board. While I was following the modern day guys that I was seeing on television every week, my dad was showing me videos of his favorites when he watched, guys like Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes and The Von Erich’s. He shared stories with me about how when he was working as an orthopedic cast technician, he made the cast for Sting when he tore his patella tendon at Clash Of The Champions 10. He always promoted and encouraged my love for it, whether it was sitting with me every Monday night to watch Raw, taking me to any event that was in town, or just sitting down and discussing the current storylines and where we thought they were going. He was usually right and I was usually wrong. But because he spent his time doing those things, not only did it fuel my love for pro wrestling, but also it gave the two of us a connection we probably would not have had otherwise. My father passed away over 5 years ago from pancreatic cancer and I still feel that connection I felt with him while he was still with us, due to having wrestling in my life. I honestly feel that if I didn’t spend my time engrossed in following this crazy interest, I’d end up on a completely different, and probably not well-adjusted, path.

While my father encouraged my love for professional wrestling, my mother was not as positively receptive, as should be expected with most mothers. Funny enough, she actually took me to my first live wrestling event ever, which was a Smackdown house show in 2002. The reason she took me was because the company that she worked for was sponsoring the event and she was able to obtain free, floor seat tickets, which made me a happy, young child. If you ask her to this day, she will tell you how that was the first, and the last time she will go to a show with me. Since that day, I would have to go with either my father or our old next-door neighbors who had a daughter who’s favorite wrestlers were John Cena and Randy Orton because they were so damn oily and ripped… so you can tell whom I preferred. And I feel that the reason my mother disapproved of this interest of mine wasn’t even because of the violence that was involved with it. To my parents, I always tended to be considered the promising one. I always came home from school with good to great grades, focused a great deal on my schoolwork and would at times be very hard on myself for not achieving the best. And I think that my mom felt that if I focused my time on something that she did not understand the point of, I would be losing all of that. When I was younger I got upset with her over thinking that, but now I am able to understand it. My mother never went to college and was lucky enough and worked hard enough to gain a successful job where she was able to support her family, and she did not want her children to have to struggle the way she did to gain that success. Luckily, nowadays my mother is more approving of this thing that I am passionate about because she has seen how much it has done for me, especially the stuff I do every week with the Wrestling Mayhem Show. She has understood the joy it has given me, the great people I have met because of it and the fact that it keeps me very happy. Whether she supports it or not, I still love her to death, because your family is definitely much more important than the things you like, but involving myself in following, watching and studying pro wrestling has given me something to appreciate, and it makes me happy to know people who I hold so highly, approve of the things I hold so highly as well. Now as far as getting her to another wrestling show, that may take some more work.

Well that’s it. That’s a start to this fun project I plan to contribute to once or twice every week. There are still tons to talk about and discuss and I hope you will be there to discuss it with me. Feel free to leave a comment telling me what you think, and also you can always send me pro wrestling you think I should watch for a little column I like to call “What Wrestlefan Watched”, that I will be doing on this site.

Until then,

The Wrestlefan


  1. Honesty to God this sounds like most of my experience with my Mom & Dad. Except my mom has never been to anything wrestling with me. Dad has always enjoyed it & probably would've been a great writer if he'd broke in earlier than when I did.

  2. Hello!

    What a great first post. Bought back some memories and all that. We need more wrestling bloggers, and I'll look forward to your future posts.

    As a gal fan, my mom never really told me to stop watching it, but I knew she hated it and didn't want me anywhere around the wrestling stuff. But alas, my love grew, and now I'm nearly 30 and still loving it.