On the path to superstardom, the Hall of Fame is the idealistic end for a career in professional wrestling.
It is the cumulation of years of blood, sweat, tears (plus broken bones, a punishing schedule, time away from loved ones, and even concussions) that serves as one final swan song.
It is the celebration of a whole career. Nevertheless, it is thankfully presented as an edited career with only glory and triumph left intact. This is particularly relevant to the early and more creatively risky days of a wrestler’s gimmick. The person on the podium has usually tried several faces before the one being honoured.
Among the entire Hall of Fame honourees, there is a past of regrettable and often bizarre aliases, which accompanied equally as regrettable and bizarre runs and gimmicks. These are the evidence of the planning, experimentation, and creativity, that sparked an icon.
But these Hall of Famers should be happy that their current aliases are engraved into their Hall of Fame plaque, and these other pseudonyms are suppressed like a scandal, with brief and fleeting glimpses during a video montage being the extent of their involvement...