10 Embarrassing Times Wrestlers Tried To Look Cool
4. Jeff Jarrett Joins The Bullet Club
"That's B-I-Double Z, ha, ha, C-Double L-I-Z..."
The Bullet Club were a legitimately cool and youthful unit: a major factor behind New Japan's awesome resurgence in the 2010s. The premise behind the stable was a masterstroke. Years and years after the foreign wrestler was no longer received by Japanese fans as a heel by default, Gedo sensed that a return to this archetype would sting all the more following their acceptance.
That it did.
The stable was so over as a gang of cheating d*ckheads - within, crucially, a sporting framework that valued fair, clean competition - that the office was bombarded with complaints. Prince Devitt was cool as the frontman state-of-the-art worker. His successor as the top star (not leader per se), AJ Styles, hadn't yet grown out his soccer mom hair. In the background, Tama Tonga was a smirking sh*t disturber, Bad Luck Fale looked like a level boss, and Gallows and Anderson were super-animated heat machine bruisers. It was never too cool. The wonderful obnoxiousness of the Young Bucks assured that.
Jeff Jarrett, who briefly joined the stable as part of Global Force Wrestling's inexplicable working agreement with NJPW, was not cool. He was your dad. He was the Vincent and the Stevie Ray of the Bullet Club who did not grasp that, if you're not going to age gracefully in pro wrestling, the least you can do is execute a sh*tty Canadian destroyer.
But no: he smashed guitars over people's heads and thought he was 28.