Good evening,
Yesterday I acquired four complimentary tickets to see the National Wrestling Alliance’s “Re-Emerging” wrestling performance at Adelaide’s Thebarton Theatre. After calling all of my friends, I was unable to find one who wanted to go. Wouldn’t even see it for free. Fair enough. Even I didn’t particularly want to go. But my attendance was requested by my new comedy friend, Ben Rosenthal. Ben is the head writer for these wrestling shows. How about that? I mean, I knew they were all completely rigged, but I didn’t give a second thought to how it was all put together. I guess I always just assumed they made it up as they went based on the level of cheers and boos from the audience. Apparently not.
So I went by myself anyway. I’ve had some good times at “The Thebby” (Weird Al Yankovic, Devo, Weird Al Yankovic the second time). Unfortunately, on this occasion I happened to be sitting right in front of the loudest, most crazed wrestling fan in the whole theatre. She was standing right behind me, jumping up and down and thumping the back of my seat, yelling right in my ear, informing the whole auditorium exactly which wrestlers were “faggots” and screaming randomly. Thankfully after about 30 minutes she snuck down to steal a closer seat. I was able to film a sample of what I had to put up with. See for yourself…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhlJhlaqFaU
She did start talking to me at one point. I really had no idea what she was talking about; names of wrestlers and shows I am unfamiliar with, telling me who she hopes will win. I considered telling her, since I knew the writer and the evening’s outcome, but decided that probably wasn’t a good idea, considering her love of violence. Wrestling. What a bizarre combination of sport and theatre. In which other sports do people accept match-fixing on such a fundamental scale? Could you imagine if football or soccer was rigged? Well, arguably those sports contain some equally poor over-acting.
Anywho, my review of the evening from the perspective of a non-wrestling fan: 3 hours of egocentric men in tights jumping around, containing maybe 10 minutes of highlights. This has nothing to do with the strength of the writing, or what have you. It’s just that… wrestling is stupid. I hate it.
Kind regards,
David M. Green
Although, I did like the bowling ball in the groin. Now that’s comedy!
