10 Wrestling Matches That Are So Bad They Are Hilariously Awesome
6. The Bushwhackers Vs. The Fabulous Rougeaus - WWF Wrestlemania V
As a sometimes proud New Zealander (it's really hard to be consistently proud of NZ these days with the muppet PM we have running the show), I am basically obligated by law to have a soft spot for the Bushwhackers.
And in all honesty, it's an obligation that I am more than happy to fulfil. Butch and Luke were just so damn ludicrous, and so random, that even when they were wrestling in a match that was about as well-received as a pickup artist at a funeral would be, they were still hella entertaining.
Their bout at WrestleMania V is undoubtedly the best example of one of these matches.
This horrendous bout stands as a great example of why those early WrestleManias aren't quite as great as we are led to believe. There doesn't appear to be any clue by anyone involved what is actually going on, and who is supposed to be taking the lead.
All through the match, the audience is stony silent, and their apathetic boredom makes the whole affair excruciatingly awkward for everyone involved.
What is particularly hilarious, though, is the fact that it takes place in Drumpf Plaza, in New Jersey, and Gorilla Monsoon inexplicably lays into the Rougeaus for being immigrants who want to be Americans.
Jesse Ventura (who is supposed to be the heel commentator mind you) calls him out on his bigotry repeatedly, but Monsoon is steadfast that America has enough ‘tired and huddled masses'.
Monsoon's insane ramblings and blatant xenophobia make the whole thing hilariously surreal, and an all too appropriate look into a future, where Drumpf is running for President.
When the Bushwhackers (who are also immigrants that Monsoon seemingly has no problem with) finally pick up the three count, the cheers from the crowd are more just shouts of sheer relief, as the show has to move away from this garbage.
As Butch and Luke desperately try to court favour by licking each other and WWF interviewers, you gotta crack a smile at the sheer anarchy of the whole thing.