When I was a kid back in the 80s, I looked forward to watching professional wrestling on television every Saturday morning. I liked the action, got a kick out of the personalities, and yes... I believed it was real. But there was one aspect of the programs that always confused me. From time to time, a new, mysterious wrestler would arrive on the scene - one that came from "parts unknown" as the ring announcer would put it. As he'd walk to the ring, the announcers would comment on how little they knew of the muscle-bound stranger, and then react in astonishment as he pummeled his first opponent to a pulp.
Compromising On Reality
Compromising On Reality
Compromising On Reality
When I was a kid back in the 80s, I looked forward to watching professional wrestling on television every Saturday morning. I liked the action, got a kick out of the personalities, and yes... I believed it was real. But there was one aspect of the programs that always confused me. From time to time, a new, mysterious wrestler would arrive on the scene - one that came from "parts unknown" as the ring announcer would put it. As he'd walk to the ring, the announcers would comment on how little they knew of the muscle-bound stranger, and then react in astonishment as he pummeled his first opponent to a pulp.