It’s been a minute since I talked about wrestling on this site in any capacity. I am still a fan, but have found at times during the pandemic, wrestling can be difficult to watch. There is something special about having the crowd noise as the perfect harmony to go with the music happening in the ring. Missing that can make the show difficult to watch. Occasionally, I will tune in especially on Wednesday nights because I find NXT and AEW more enjoyable to watch. Are they perfect? Not at all. But they are fun. And that helps to get through the fake crowd noise and the painful jump cuts that Monday and Friday have become.
So, last night I decided to turn on AEW. Omega vs Moxley for the world title on free TV, sign me up. But little did I know going into that show, I would honestly mark out and lose my voice (Not a joke) from watching a wrestling program on television.
The wrestlers that defined my childhood were popular in the early 90s. Guys like the Macho Man, the Ultimate Warrior, Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, The Undertaker, and a man called Sting. I would immediately stop playing outside around 5:05 every Saturday Night to watch WCW in hopes to see my favorite wrestler sporting the neon face paint and getting the best of the four horseman and Vader. And even when the big bad became the NWO, Sting was still the favorite in our house. My Dad was an ICU around the time of Uncensored 97, and any time 12-year-old me had the opportunity to talk to him on the phone, he always asked what happened on Nitro. He wanted to know the day Sting kicked Hogan’s ass. My words not his. And from then on, the wrestler known as Sting had a special place in my heart.
And in 2015, at the first ever Raw I attended, I got to see Sting team with John Cena and celebrate a child beating cancer. The little things in life are what make it special.
Fast forward to last night, I am watching Dynamite and after a good tag team match, Darby Allin and Cody Rhodes were getting beat down by Team Tazz. And then the lights go out. So, this is for anyone reading this who is not a wrestling fan because I know this needs to be explained in some way. In Wrestling when the lights went out, it meant a surprise return, the Undertaker is about to commence on a 13-minute entrance, or the venue did not pay the electric bill. Typical everyday situations.
Lights go out. A video starts playing on the screen. It’s a bunch of shots of snow-covered mountains. Snow starts raining down from the sky. I was taken back to my childhood, but not for the reason explained earlier. I thought I was having a fever dream and Glacier was about to go Mortal Kombat on someone’s ass. Instead, the screen turns black and the name Sting appears. And those memories from childhood came flooding through my mind. My wife is worried about at this point, my eyes bugged out of my head as if it were a cartoon from the 1980s. I screamed in delight. My neighbor may think I am on drugs now. But that moment will go down as the best moment of the year in wrestling for me.
— All Elite Wrestling (@AEW) December 3, 2020
Even if he never laces up the boots, just watching that moment was special. And I knew that if my mom and dad were here today, I would have received the same phone call with the same reaction.
With this, and Kenny Omega winning the world title, an Impact and AEW Crossover, NXT is having War Games this weekend. It was nice to feel a smile and for the first time in a long time, I was too excited to sleep from what just happened.
Now, can we just get one appearance of Surfer Sting? That is all I ask for.