Impressions on Wrestling

There has always been the talk between wrestling fans of "the look".  If you are reading this blog, you probably have had that discussion with a  friend about a myriad of wrestlers.  "Wow! That Guy has an amazing look!" or "This guy has the look, Vince must love this guy."  There's always the classic, "This guy is really good, but he doesn't have the look." For decades on end we have been conditioned to believe that certain looks were what made it to the main event, or a certain build would lead to marketable success. The question is, what is "the look." Historically speaking, "the look" is related to a strong physique or muscular tone, and overall size.  They want someone that will draw attention in crowds.  There has always been the argument that you don't want a top guy who looks like your neighbor or friend, but someone who is larger than life.  Hulk Hogan had the look, The Rock had the look, and John Cena ha

I write this post almost an entire year after our last post.  I have lost plenty of interest in the WWE over the past year. I won't lie to you and say I stopped paying attention to it, but my care for it dipped to a point where I would skip shows for a few weeks and ask my Dad what was going on.  This is very much a change coming from a guy who used to clamor for every bit of wrestling he could find. During this time of bad Authority angles, bad Divas storylines, and lack of an interesting mid-card, there was only one thing that held any level of my attention.  That one thing was NXT.  NXT is based out of my hometown Orlando, Florida.  It provided an alternative to what the main shows were offering.  When I was unhappy with the Authority vs. Daniel Bryan/Cena/Reigns/Orton or watching Dolph Ziggler get another rug pulled out from under him, I had the Zayn, Neville, Charlotte, Sasha Banks, Finn Balor, and Kevin Owens.  NXT provided a haven of an old school, once a week, one hour te