10 WWE Superstars Whose Music Was Cooler Than They Are
When the wrestler can't deliver what the theme music promises.
When the lights dim, the screens light up and the music hits, the audience must know immediately which wrestler is about to strut their oiled-up stuff in the ring.
A wrestler's theme music is just as important a part of their personality as the content of their promos and the colour of their spandex. The biggest pro wrestlers of all time have had an equally recognisable music cue to go with them. Stone Cold's shattering glass and pounding guitar, Triple H's Motörhead, Hogan's patriotic audio cheesefest - all of them were carefully crafted or chosen to whip the audience into a shuddering sea of anticipation when the first notes blared.
Not every wrestler can have a belting entrance theme, just like they can't all have killer in-ring skills or a silver-tongued promo style. But sometimes, an odd thing happens, and a piece of music either perfectly suited, or awesome in its own right, is assigned to a wrestler whose other attributes are less compelling.
Sometimes their limitations are due to booking, other times it's a lack of charisma or wrestling skills, but in each case, their music ends up being far, far cooler than they are.
10. Santino Marella
Santino Marella was the most punchable face of the PG era. His comedy antics encompassed some of the worst of a particularly toothless booking period which, while not devoid of talent, used characters like the Milan Miracle to fill hours of TV guaranteed to offend no one and entertain only marginally more.
Marella was specifically written and played not to be cool. Face or heel, he was an idiot, and the audience were supposed to laugh at him, not with him.
Marella's theme was an epic opera/rock fusion of immense grandiosity. It was complicit with the joke, of course, that this bristly buffoon should have such a grand theme, and it was perhaps the funniest part. No wrestler could ever really be big enough to deserve this sweeping ode to arrogance, least of all Marella. And quite apart from serving as a punchline, it's also a piece of inspiring histrionics in its own right.