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.
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| 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.
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| 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
