Wrestling IS Performance Art: Deal With It
This is written from the perspective of somebody who prefers pro wrestling as an emulation of sport in presentation and athleticism. The G1 Climax was that. But other sh*t, and some of it really is sh*t, can exist.
The other side of things is that people don’t seem to give a sh*t about anything anymore. The same cultural mindset that drove riots and stabbings no longer exists. In a way, Orange Cassidy is as perfect a wrestler for the desensitised meme generation as Hulk Hogan was for the aspirational 1980s.
At AEW Fyter Fest, MJF cut one of the best heel promos in years: a vicious assault aimed at the obese geeks tied to their mothers’ apron strings, when he cackled at the virgins in attendance, the camera captured a man drained of blood where that blood used to boil. The very best heel in pro wrestling might suck the soul out of a gamer, but he’s not going to start a riot. But they can, if they’re great enough, inspire a fervent reaction.
Jay White doesn’t steer into the debate on Twitter, telling everybody how to do their job. He’s too busy showing how good he is at his own.
If only people paid attention.