I've watched wrestling since 1985 (YIPES! That's 20 years!). My favorite person to watch from those early days until he just went too weird for me was always Randy Savage. When he was a heel, he was such a jerk in there that you just wanted to see him get his. When he was a face, he could make you think that you thought he was dead, buried, and finished and then have you on the edge of your seat as he made his comeback.
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"Oh, I'm a sad little man? I've thrown a bloody kettle over a pub...what have you done?"
I also really liked Bad News Brown. I liked his rebel loner attitude. If his tag team partner pissed him off, he'd just walk back to the locker room. I guess he paved the way for another bald rebel in simple black trunks.
I was "lucky" enough to grow up in the sticks in Western Kentucky which was the heart of ICW (?) territory. Savage was a mainstay on Friday night wrestling on Channel 3 (Elizabeth was actually the show's studio host and the "dastardly" Dutch Mantell made her admit that she was married to Savage and therefore not an unbiased commentator).
He had this wierd thing in the late 70's where he'd do promos with a boa constrictor draped around his neck and shoulders.
When Savage made it to the WWF I was like, "Wow, someone who used to wrestle once a month in my town made the big time!"
After I was about 18, Flair was my favorite, but Savage had the honors in my "formative years".
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The first wrestlers I started watching were the Ultimate Warrior and the Road Warriors, I was just a kid at the time and loved the "cool" look of the face paint, tassles, spikes, etc. But oddly my favorite when I first started watching was Mr. Perfect, I knew that he was supposed to be a "bad guy" at the time, but I just thought it was so cool that he could do everything perfectly. I was also a big Bret Hart mark when he became a singles babyface.
I haven't grown up all the way yet, and I've had many favorites over the years.
I used to love watching Gorgeous George with my Dad, his robes and perfume really got us worked up. So many people have followed in his mold. Like everyone, I hated him, but we wouldn't miss a chance to watch him.
Killer Kowalski biting people's ears off. I didn't watch as much during later years, really until Pedro Morales "and the beautiful fans of (city)" always "had something special planned for (opponent)" I missed most of Superstar Billy Graham's first run before he was hobbled.
Later, and for a long while, the Eighth Wonder of the World, Andre the Giant, was the favorite, especially before he cut the superfro short.
My favorite at most of the live shows without Andre was always the Fabulous Moolah, or the legendary midget Sky Low Low, perhaps the best wrestler ever - pound for pound, a huge crowd pleaser. They never got the respect they deserved.
Now, I don't have a favorite, as most of today's roster are either fun to watch in the ring, or great on the mic. Of the guys that consistently entertain me on both sides, for the past year I'll go with HBK, Jericho, Eddie, and JBL.
The earliest memory I have of watching and enjoying wrestling was in 1988/1989 at about 4 or 5. I was a huge mark for Kerry Von Erich during his "Texas Tornado" tenure in the WWF (probably not his best work though). Of course I was a Hogan mark in the WWF and a Sting mark in WCW. Growing up, I also enjoyed seeing any USWA and GWF stuff on ESPN and was a Patriot fan long before his jump to the "big leagues". heh. most of the 90's was all Bret Hart for me.
You gotta ask, My first wrestling "crush" was Fritz von Erich. I then went on to really be fans of his kids.
I was always fans of the Fabulous Freebirds (Hayes, Gordy, Roberts) unless they were fighting the von Erichs, which was almost every week.
I was at Texas Stadium the night of the David von Erich memorial. That night Kerry beat Ric Flair for the NWA title and Fritz came out of retirement to team with Kevin and Chris to face the Freebirds in a come as you are match. Ah good times.
I started watching when I was 7 in 1994, and my favourite wrestler was and is the Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels. And its so awesome that he is still around and its always nostalgia when I see him on my TV.
I didn't watch wrestling at all as a kid. My first wrestling memory was when a friend of mine had a magazine (don't know if it was WWF magazine or what) that was hyping the upcoming PPV, especially the Undertaker vs. Undertaker match (Looking it up, that was apparently Summerslam '94, when I was 11). I remember the guy making predictions said "This one's easy. I pick The Undertaker."
When I did start to watch wrestling after it became mainstream (after Austin), my favorite was Mick Foley. This must have been about the time of the 3 Faces of Foley. I think the fact that he didn't look as athletic as most guys (and therefore reminded me of myself) and was really funny was what made me like him.
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As far back as I can remember, I've been a Shawn Michaels mark. When he was a face, I rooted for the faces. When he was a heel, I rooted for the heels. The first PPV I ever saw was WrestleMania X, and I will never, ever forget it. When he came back at SummerSlam '02...words can't describe it. I was jumping up and down, screaming at the top of my lungs; it was the ultimate mark-out moment for me.
"He is the most overrated piece of crap in the league. He bitched and whined after he got his ass beaten in New England last year, so the NFL changed the rules. Then he got his ass beaten in New England again. Every year he's the top MVP candidate. Every year he's supposed to be the best. Every year he's going to carry the Colts to the Super Bowl. And every single year he goes to New England and gets his ass beaten. And his brother's a whiny little bitch." -A friend of mine, on Peyton Manning
We always had the baskets and eggs both hidden, and it is a tradition my wife and I have carried on with our children. This year, my 8 year old beat my 13 year old in the Easter Egg hunt, much to the older boy's consternation.