Post by Stormm on Nov 5, 2018 20:04:16 GMT -5
By now, most of the die-hard wrestling fanbase is well aware of the lengths every performer goes through to stay in-character. At least, while the camera was rolling, or during any kind of Pure Class Wrestling event. But they know it’s just an act.
Luis Malave would have had the entire world believing that everything that happened inside of the Pure Class Arena was all real life, right down to the wrestling itself. Hell, some superstars can probably recall a time when he referred to it as fighting rather than wrestling, trying to pass our entertainment off as something that it wasn’t, like some sort of sanctioned fight club.
The thing is, you don’t have to pull the wool over the faithful’s eyes for them to believe in what you are trying to accomplish. Simple enough, it’s to entertain.
But that Icemann mentality has gotten PCW into some trouble, and promoted some bad habits amongst those it employs. When you try so hard to make the people who flood the arena and watch from home every week believe everything to be true, you also start forcing the people telling these lies to believe them. Or, you just start to straight up hire characters, rather than people to add to the fantasy.
When you take ALL of the realism out of the entertainment, you lose the ability to relate to your audience.
But then HQ wonders why they have to employ seat fillers to pack the arena every week.
It also makes you start to realize why we’ve been looking at one of the most barren rosters in years.
Sure, we have some of the most talented superstars in the industry, but that same pool of talent only cares about themselves.
Why work with talented people when most of them would rather put you on the DL and score a victory than put on a good show?
Why work with talented people when most of them have personalities too large to form chemistry inside of the ring without adding to the problem yourself?
Why work somewhere that you’d want to try and climb the ranks in, when most of the suits form their opinions about you so early on, your career gets stuck in the mud?
Why?
Why...
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I care?
When the Grimms of the world are too worried about their backwoods hometown and their unstoppable nightmare farmer persona.
When the Dominators of the world are big for their own good, but know their size is their biggest asset and will use it, health of their opponents be damned.
When the Gerard Angelos of the world are happy to sell-out for camera time and to get somewhere in this business, they don’t take into account what that may do to their career later on.
When the Kyle Shanes of the world can bitch and moan and scream and cry, then when they finally make it, they bury anyone else trying to make a name for themselves or solidify their legacy, because they can’t stand the thought of not getting their way.
Why do I care?
Because someone needs to achieve greatness with more than just a character and some stories. To prove it can be done, and to help attract the next generation of superstars to keep the business alive, well after I’ve retired.
Because someone needs to sell more than just their soul to keep the faithful’s attention on the action, and their asses in their seats. To prove that you don’t have to alienate everyone else on the roster to give a memorable performance and keep everyone interested.
Because someone needs to be around to be the voice of reason at times, and at others, be there to make others just shut the fuck up. To prove that relevance comes in other forms than repetitive monologues and flawless records.
I challenge the status quo, not just in the ring, but in the locker room, and that has never set well with others. But if I wasn’t around to do it, who would?
So here I am...
...and I’m not going anywhere!
Luis Malave would have had the entire world believing that everything that happened inside of the Pure Class Arena was all real life, right down to the wrestling itself. Hell, some superstars can probably recall a time when he referred to it as fighting rather than wrestling, trying to pass our entertainment off as something that it wasn’t, like some sort of sanctioned fight club.
The thing is, you don’t have to pull the wool over the faithful’s eyes for them to believe in what you are trying to accomplish. Simple enough, it’s to entertain.
But that Icemann mentality has gotten PCW into some trouble, and promoted some bad habits amongst those it employs. When you try so hard to make the people who flood the arena and watch from home every week believe everything to be true, you also start forcing the people telling these lies to believe them. Or, you just start to straight up hire characters, rather than people to add to the fantasy.
When you take ALL of the realism out of the entertainment, you lose the ability to relate to your audience.
But then HQ wonders why they have to employ seat fillers to pack the arena every week.
It also makes you start to realize why we’ve been looking at one of the most barren rosters in years.
Sure, we have some of the most talented superstars in the industry, but that same pool of talent only cares about themselves.
Why work with talented people when most of them would rather put you on the DL and score a victory than put on a good show?
Why work with talented people when most of them have personalities too large to form chemistry inside of the ring without adding to the problem yourself?
Why work somewhere that you’d want to try and climb the ranks in, when most of the suits form their opinions about you so early on, your career gets stuck in the mud?
Why?
Why...
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I care?
When the Grimms of the world are too worried about their backwoods hometown and their unstoppable nightmare farmer persona.
When the Dominators of the world are big for their own good, but know their size is their biggest asset and will use it, health of their opponents be damned.
When the Gerard Angelos of the world are happy to sell-out for camera time and to get somewhere in this business, they don’t take into account what that may do to their career later on.
When the Kyle Shanes of the world can bitch and moan and scream and cry, then when they finally make it, they bury anyone else trying to make a name for themselves or solidify their legacy, because they can’t stand the thought of not getting their way.
Why do I care?
Because someone needs to achieve greatness with more than just a character and some stories. To prove it can be done, and to help attract the next generation of superstars to keep the business alive, well after I’ve retired.
Because someone needs to sell more than just their soul to keep the faithful’s attention on the action, and their asses in their seats. To prove that you don’t have to alienate everyone else on the roster to give a memorable performance and keep everyone interested.
Because someone needs to be around to be the voice of reason at times, and at others, be there to make others just shut the fuck up. To prove that relevance comes in other forms than repetitive monologues and flawless records.
I challenge the status quo, not just in the ring, but in the locker room, and that has never set well with others. But if I wasn’t around to do it, who would?
So here I am...
...and I’m not going anywhere!
