10 Most Fascinating Stories In WrestleMania History
6. The Perfect Lie
André The Giant had been lifted from his size 24 feet and slammed to the canvas years before WrestleMania III. Hulk Hogan himself had slammed André The Giant before.
But, pre-Internet, pro wrestling remained somewhat secure in the secrecy it once traded in. We were years removed from the formal death of kayfabe, and Dave Meltzer's Wrestling Observer Newsletter enjoyed a healthy circulation - but the publication, nor its copycat online successors, hadn't irrevocably influenced the conversation.
On March 29, 1987, the WWF promoted WrestleMania III, a show on which everything was literally, impossibly large, not least of which the literal and figurative size of Hulk Hogan's great challenge, and the number of attendees. To subvert an idiom as proof of how untouchable the Federation was in its first zenith, everybody's sh*t stinks - but you couldn't smell Vince McMahon's bull. It was a different, unrecoverable time - guilty of fabrication, but so quintessentially perfect in its grasp of childhood magic incarnate as to be somehow innocent.
We can never go back. No aura can ever be as deftly protected as André's, no match can ever get away with the non-action of the headliner's first eight or so minutes of incredibly basic form.
In every respect - the lies, the smoke, the mirrors, the actual, magic illusion of pain and adversity - this was the manifested essence of what was once pro wrestling.