4 Perfect Valentine's Dates For Wrestling Fans (And 1 To Avoid)
Make the most of St. Greg the Hammer's Day.
Greg 'the Hammer' Valentine was a moderately successful star in the WWF during the '80s, winning the Intercontinental Title on one occasion and a tag strap alongside man of a thousand faces and Hulk Hogan's chief lackey Brutus Beefcake. Whilst he was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2004, he is best known today for his 'colourful' views on women's wrestling, and the role of women in general. To put it kindly, he's somewhat benighted to modernity.
So it seems a bit unusual that there's an entire day of the calendar dedicated to him, which we peculiarly celebrate by demonstrating the extent of our affection towards our loved ones. Or maybe it's eminently sensible - it tends to take a fairly outmoded form, with the emphasis of many retailers firmly placed on 'treating her right'. Let's not even get started on the problems with that.
Amongst all the roses and ribbons, the true purpose of Greg Valentine's Day is often forgotten. This is a wrestling celebration before a romantic one. So how should wrestling fans mark this occasion properly, and what should they do for their tag-partner in life to dignify its mutated meaning?
Here are four ideas guaranteed to make you king of your cherished one's ring (and one to avoid at all costs).
5. Attend A Wrestling Show
Actually going to a live wrestling show is the most obvious option for a wrestling-obsessed couple, and though it's not exactly a traditional outing for a romantic evening, the buzz of the crowd and passion of the performers is sure to bring you that little bit closer together.
You might even want to propose during the big event's half-time interval, although it should be noted this is a bit sh*t. Not to mention excruciatingly embarrassing for you, your partner, and everybody in attendance.
If you can avoid that misstep, you'll have a bloody lovely night together watching adults harm one another. If you don't leave feeling exhilarated, even inspired, after the sight of all that supple sweaty flesh colliding, nothing is going to do it for you.