Posts Tagged ‘Wrestlemania’

I figured I’d make my first post about Professional Wrestling be one of meaning and thoughtfulness. Pro Wrestling is still a laughable concept to a lot of people and justifying your love for it is something a fan has to do sometimes. An interesting note is that this appears to only be the case in America. I believe the saying goes: In Japan it’s a sport, in Mexico it’s a religion, and in America it’s a joke.” So make of that what you will and hopefully you’ll read on. Hopefully if you’re the type who immediately shouts “You know its fake right? Hurr Durr” this post will enlighten you.

So we’re a couple weeks removed from Wrestlemania 30, which was one of the greatest Wrestlemanias of all time. What’s saddening, however, is we are also a couple weeks removed from the death of one of my childhood heroes and wrestling legend, The Ultimate Warrior.

Let me start by giving you some history. My dad introduced me to Pro Wrestling when I was about 5 or 6. We watched every Saturday Night Main Event together and I quickly chose my favorites like every kid does. I would happily be scared of The Undertaker and find a sort of strange delight in the cocky bad guy antics of Mr. Perfect.   I enjoyed Hulk Hogan like every other kid did, but who I really loved was The Ultimate Warrior. He was just too awesome to ignore! High energy, sprinting to the ring, shaking the ropes, completely wrecking guys. He had the bright face paint, acted and talked like a maniac; he inspired me to always be running, always be striving to achieve higher things and always have a warrior spirit. Unfortunately, that inspiration didn’t last long once he disappeared from the wrestling world. He faded into my memory for about a year until Wrestlemania 8; the first and probably last Wrestlemania to come to my hometown of Indianapolis.

It was the main event, Hulk Hogan versus Psycho Sid. Sid has Hogan on the ropes and is about to grab a chair from the outside when The Warrior’s music hits! He was here! I was getting to see one of my favorite wrestler’s live when I thought I wouldn’t get to! It was pure awesome.

…And then he left again…

You’d hear about him over the years, the craziness he would talk about, the bigotry, the racism; the guy was a douche and it killed my memories of him as a performer. You would hear of how badly he burned bridges with the WWE, bad mouthing and rumors were thrown from both sides, eventually resulting in a lawsuit! So when they announced he would be back and inducted into the Hall of Fame I was shocked! It’s amazing to see how all of the terrible things he had said and done seemed to be forgotten. Water under the bridge. True forgiveness.

That, in and of itself, is inspiring. To see both sides of something terrible put the bad blood behind them and celebrate a legacy. Sure, who he was as a person may not have always been great but The Ultimate Warrior character was legendary and deserved to be honored. I watched the documentary the WWE did of Warrior over the course of Wrestlemania weekend and I was inspired all over again, just like I was as a kid. This man was able to let all the negative feelings, all the hate and anger, go. He even mended fences with the person he believed had wronged him the most, Hulk Hogan. He saw that his life, his wife, his kids, and his legacy was more important than animosity. More important than who was right or wrong.

I hope I can get to a place like that one day. A place of peace and love, free of anger.

I’ll always keep in my heart his final words spoken in a Wrestling Ring:

Every man’s heart one day beats its final beat. His lungs breathe a final breath and if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them bleed deeper and something larger than life then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized.

 

Thank you, Warrior.