Your first impressions of wrestling.

**NeanderCarl** · 02-02-2008, 03:52 PM

Do you remember when you first began watching wrestling? When you were naive, took everything at face value, possibly even believed it was legit if we're going back a good few years?

The first WWF show I ever saw was the Saturday Night's Main Event before WrestleMania VIII in 1992, when I was 9 yrs old. I can't remember exactly when I realised it wasn't exactly for real, but 1992 to around 1994 were magical years for me as a fan, fully falling for kayfabe, catching up on the back catalogue of PPVs I'd missed since the Hogan era started.

Seeing as Hogan was history just after I started watching, the Ultimate Warrior and Randy Savage were the BIG babyfaces to me. However, Mr Perfect's face turn in late 1992 cemented him, to this day, as my all-time favourite wrestler. Even as a naive mark, I still loved Hennig even when he was a heel... the face turn was just the cherry on the cake.

My first impressions of watching WWF in 1992:

I thought Ric Flair was a fruity old man who had no business in a wrestling ring. Mind boggling, then, that he is still going SIXTEEN years later.

I thought Ted DiBiase was the biggest jobber going, just one step above the likes of Barry Horowitz. He never seemed to win a match, and IRS must surely have carried him to the World Tag Team championship. I remember when I watched Wrestlemania IV and realised that DiBiase was in the main event for the title against Randy Savage, I laughed so hard at the thought DiBiase stood a chance. Having missed his glory days as a main eventer, as a new fan, he was just a squash boy to me. Crazy, and sad.

The Natural Disasters were bad ass.

Nailz was a scary ass motherfucker. That beating he gave the Big Bossman was sick.

Virgil was a waste of space, with offensive tights.

Being from the UK, "The British Bulldog" was a God.

The Nasty Boys were the shit. They pulled a Dusty finish against Money Inc at a house show in Earl's Court II, London in early 1993, that made me believe the Nasties were the new tag champs. I went apeshit

02-02-2008, 03:52 PM	#1
NeanderCarl That's Not My Name Posts: 9,086	Your first impressions of wrestling. Do you remember when you first began watching wrestling? When you were naive, took everything at face value, possibly even believed it was legit if we're going back a good few years? The first WWF show I ever saw was the Saturday Night's Main Event before WrestleMania VIII in 1992, when I was 9 yrs old. I can't remember exactly when I realised it wasn't exactly for real, but 1992 to around 1994 were magical years for me as a fan, fully falling for kayfabe, catching up on the back catalogue of PPVs I'd missed since the Hogan era started. Seeing as Hogan was history just after I started watching, the Ultimate Warrior and Randy Savage were the BIG babyfaces to me. However, Mr Perfect's face turn in late 1992 cemented him, to this day, as my all-time favourite wrestler. Even as a naive mark, I still loved Hennig even when he was a heel... the face turn was just the cherry on the cake. My first impressions of watching WWF in 1992: I thought Ric Flair was a fruity old man who had no business in a wrestling ring. Mind boggling, then, that he is still going SIXTEEN years later. I thought Ted DiBiase was the biggest jobber going, just one step above the likes of Barry Horowitz. He never seemed to win a match, and IRS must surely have carried him to the World Tag Team championship. I remember when I watched Wrestlemania IV and realised that DiBiase was in the main event for the title against Randy Savage, I laughed so hard at the thought DiBiase stood a chance. Having missed his glory days as a main eventer, as a new fan, he was just a squash boy to me. Crazy, and sad. The Natural Disasters were bad ass. Nailz was a scary ass motherfucker. That beating he gave the Big Bossman was sick. Virgil was a waste of space, with offensive tights. Being from the UK, "The British Bulldog" was a God. The Nasty Boys were the shit. They pulled a Dusty finish against Money Inc at a house show in Earl's Court II, London in early 1993, that made me believe the Nasties were the new tag champs. I went apeshit