I must admit there is still a warm spot in me for professional wrestling. We all know it's fake, and it's orchestrated nature helps to maintain its entertaining, tongue in cheek format. There is a tendency in it towards producing creepy steroid-pumped zombies, but for every Chris Benoit and Brock Lesnar (the former killed his wife and children and the latter barely looks human) wrestling has produced the multi-talented writer and former wrestler Mick Foley, the ultra-charismatic and entertaining actor and former wrestler Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and the lovable American icon Hulk Hogan.
I've been dipping into wrestling again, but sometimes does seem to be missing from the old WWE. There's no Rock, who was at his pinnacle as the People's Champion and arguably far more appreciated than he is as a movie star, the closest being John Cena. Triple H's schtick as the murderous caveman got old years ago. Nevertheless, there may be hope for it. The injection of boxer Floyd Maryweather and bringing in entertainers like rapper Snoop Dogg may pump some fresh blood into it and keep it from devolving into a musclefest for hardcore wrestling fans i.e. TNA.