Viva La Hulkamania

I have not watched wrestling for quite some time now, sometimes all that mindless violence really just puts you off. But today I had the opportunity to seat down with my old man (well...he fell asleep like midway) and watch the final half of WWE's special "NO WAY OUT".

In today's main event was a re-match of sorts, featuring the "Rock" (of Scorpion King fame) versus the "Immortal Hulk Hogan". Well I know these guys are professionals, but its' really heartwrenching to see Hulk, a guy well into his fifties get beaten to a bloody pulp by a guy half his age. The old geezer was gasping for air or something, his face already turned a heinous blueish tint from the lost of blood. And yet he continued, much to the adoration of his "Hulkamanics". Finally the match ended when the "Rock" took a steel foldable chair and tattooed it onto Hogan's forehead. The impact caused Hogan to bleed profusely turning his blonde hair (or whatever was left of his hair) into a sea of red.

I really felt sorry for the poor Hulkster. While wrestlers his age are enjoying retirement, his still breaking his back in wrestling matches. I watched him since I was a kid, and 20 years later his still fighting. Sure he maybe slower and balding but his still the same old guy clad in his signature electric yellow and red with a boa around his neck. The man is like the "Energizer Bunny" he just keeps going and going and going, now thats professionalism for you. Anyway thats about all for today, be back next week!