Interestingly enough, I know multiple queer fans of wrestling. They enjoy the storylines despite the cheese factor and appreciate the skill involved in a lot of the moves, considering it as its own kind of performance art. Like maybe you’re not winning any Oscars for selling moves, but when you look at things like the Tombstone Piledriver, which are so difficult to pull off both convincingly and safely that use was restricted for a while to just two wrestlers, I can understand that.
I have, however, never encountered a single wrestling fan who did not hate Vince McMahon’s guts.
There’s minimal plot to explain why the guy in a leather banana hammock is mad at the guy in a spandex banana hammock and vest. If you’ve never been to a ballet, other than the ring, the set, and not singing the interludes, very little is different.
I honestly love the athleticism. Though, I prefer watching the ladies jump around.
Their outfits are more interesting, anyway.
This is exactly how I tend to think about it. It’s like the plot in fighting games. It’s just used to ferry the audience from one fight to the next. The actual pretext doesn’t really matter that much, because that’s not why the audience is there. The amount of sheer athleticism that gets displayed on a weekly basis is honestly astounding.
Sure, pro wrestling is fake. But there is no way to fake a hit like this. The fact that those men didn’t leave on stretchers puts them on par with stuntmen.
I think it takes asking the question of “what is faddle and what’s not?” Jumping off the top of the ropes onto a folding table isn’t fake. The reasons why, sure.
Interestingly enough, I know multiple queer fans of wrestling. They enjoy the storylines despite the cheese factor and appreciate the skill involved in a lot of the moves, considering it as its own kind of performance art. Like maybe you’re not winning any Oscars for selling moves, but when you look at things like the Tombstone Piledriver, which are so difficult to pull off both convincingly and safely that use was restricted for a while to just two wrestlers, I can understand that.
I have, however, never encountered a single wrestling fan who did not hate Vince McMahon’s guts.
I always thought of it like porn.
There’s minimal plot to explain why the guy in a leather banana hammock is mad at the guy in a spandex banana hammock and vest. If you’ve never been to a ballet, other than the ring, the set, and not singing the interludes, very little is different.
I honestly love the athleticism. Though, I prefer watching the ladies jump around. Their outfits are more interesting, anyway.
This is exactly how I tend to think about it. It’s like the plot in fighting games. It’s just used to ferry the audience from one fight to the next. The actual pretext doesn’t really matter that much, because that’s not why the audience is there. The amount of sheer athleticism that gets displayed on a weekly basis is honestly astounding.
Sure, pro wrestling is fake. But there is no way to fake a hit like this. The fact that those men didn’t leave on stretchers puts them on par with stuntmen.
I think it takes asking the question of “what is faddle and what’s not?” Jumping off the top of the ropes onto a folding table isn’t fake. The reasons why, sure.