I am not. But some of my best friends are wrestlers. If you feed them properly and keep your jokes in the more gleefully department, they can even be tame and handsome. And I never get in pub fights.
Seriously: Wrestling is far more civilized than boxing. Muhammed Ali would be in a perfect mental shape had he only chosen wrestling as a job. “The Butterfly Stinger” And here is a website with a superb collection of Wrestlers and loads of images. Let me show you some of my favorites in a chronological order:
Tarzan Tyler and his Promoter
“Look, he tied his laces all by himself. He strong and clever!”
The Kangaroos
“Is your name not Bruce?” – “No, it’s Michael.” – “That’s going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you “Bruce” to keep it clear?
Doink
This wrestlers gimmick is to be a clown. An evil clown of course. The original Doink was played by Matt Borne, but now many different wrestlers use his idea.
The Genius
can read and write. This justifies his name. He is working on a book with 300 anti-smoking limericks and already finished 147.
Cactus Jack
“Look. I made cactus. All by meself!”
Tatanka
Chris Chavis is a native American, so no one can blame him for racial discrimination. But does he have to fulfill a war dance before each match? Come on!
The Flying Elvis’s
Remember this tag team: They are much better than the “Singing Elvis’s”, the “Stamp Collecting Elvis’s” or the “Decomposing Dead Elvis’s”.
Ah, all this poetry, wisdom and plentifulness in ONE single sport!
Obsessed with Wrestling
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