From my other blog folks!
Times have changed somewhat in the WWE. For me, wrestling has meant different things. Back in the early 90s when I was just a kid, it was about larger than life heroes. It was about Hulk Hogan pulling his shirt apart and planting his opponents with the leg drop of doom. It was about the pride of Manchester the British Bulldog and the sinister Undertaker, accompanied a big old hearse and Paul Bearer.
I took a rather long sabbatical from wrestling only to return to it once more in the year 2000, just after WrestleMania 16. Gone were the bold and bright tights and the outlandish gimmicks and in its place an edgier grittier product. You had The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Triple H and guys like Chris Jericho. The audiences had also changed. Shows were more violent and the valets wore skimpier clothing. My eyes near FELL OUT…
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