So we went to see the WWE this week. Yes, that of Hulk Hogan’s ilk. I can’t explain it, maybe it’s my age but I’ve seen more wrestling in the last 18 months than in the previous 20 years. Like very old people saying they are 86 and half years old, I’ve become more playful as I get older. I suppose you need to when you don’t have kids. You don’t need to tell me…we all know it’s choreographed but the action still involves bumps and no doubt these guys hurt the next day. It still reminds me of being a kid.
Recently mostly we’ve seen the local brand of wrestling called Singapore Professional Wrestling (SPW). It’s the same as WWE but on a local scale, yet with no less effort. Being able to pay $25 and be ringside with beers has been awesome fun as hear every slap and crash, flee as the wrestlers hurl each other through the punter’s chairs and chant along as Singaporeans finally break some taboos and tell someone they suck. This might be the only place (bar one prominent Youtuber) where locals let their tongues loose. Yet it’s still moderate and good-natured, all it could be in Singapore.
The athleticism and effort for what are basically amateurs is impressive. Backflips off the top rope to the outside, choreographed action sequences and the usual story lines involving faces (good guys) and heels (bad guys) baiting the crowd has been very fun. After all that, you get to meet them and get some photos. Its silliness in action and we’ve loved it,
Back to WWE, it was worth the steep price. We had good seats prime view, side-on. But apart seeing some big names like Jericho, Roman Reigns and Samoa Joe but being a touring show, you felt they held something back, wary of getting injured and threw in too much pantomime. But then maybe the TV still creates magic which can’t trick your eyes. Maybe that doesn’t matter. It’s a one-in-a-lifetime and I smiled throughout.