Shooting From the Hip
-by John Sinclair
Well, this is the first "Shooting from the hip" column written by
yours truly. I am fortunate enough to know a few people associated with the independent wrestling scene to get an idea of the ongoings in the indy wrestling scens. I have been a columnist for many well known wrestling pages on the 'net and hope to inform those of you who are new to this side of the business, as well as discuss the situation with those in the business. This is not the usual shit written on the web by so called
"business insiders", what I hope to bring to this portion of the NWA-NY
home page is an inside look at the usually self absorbed, seedy business
known as independent wrestling.
Now, many of the problems that occur in the big two happen in the
local independent scene in your neighborhood...just on a smaller scale.
The same bullshit egos; the same testing of stroke pulled by the "bigger
names" in the promotion. The funny thing is, many of these guys have a
replacement waiting in the wings to be replaced by one the hundreds
(probably thousands) of indy workers on the circuit.
"Got an attitude?"
"F@#$ you, go home."
Sounds good, right? In a perfect world, yes. But remember this is
the independent wrestling scene. The same bullshit politics goes on
down here as in the big two. But that doesn't make it right.
I get a kick out of hearing stories about guys who have barley
worked twenty matches in the past two years enter a locker-room with an
ego the size of Montana. What b.s.!! The biggest kick in the ass is...
"I ain't laying down."
I don't know, maybe it's me...but isn't this thing supposed to be a
work? Some green worker who is the absolute shits rather "go over" than
have a great match? Give me a goddamn break! I mean, you have guys
like the Iron Sheik, Nikolai Volkoff, Bob Backlund, Ax putting guys over
every weekend, and your gonna bitch? Do us all a favor...F@#$ off.
Best advice I've ever heard...
"The finish is three seconds of a ten minute match."
Some guys should listen to that.
The bottom line of it is this, you're hired to do a job (no pun
intended), do it. Show up on time, work your match get paid and go
home...and try not to be a dick in the mean time. Can you handle that?
Probably not.
What many workers fail to realize, is that the worker, the fan, the
promoter, the sheet writers and the gimmick vendors are all the
same...we're all marks. Bottom line. That's why I get a kick out of
workers and everyone else that has access to a computer throw out the
word "mark" with such ease. If you've ever watched a ppv, read a PWI,
watched wrestling on a Monday night, you're a mark. Afterall, why else
would you be involved in this business? To "mark out", that's why.
Wrestlers get to do something they take for granted...wrestle. Yeah, I
know ALL of us had our own little neighborhood feds and used to wrestle
our brothers and sisters after watching WWF Superstars on Saturday
mornings, but YOU get do it on a weekly basis in front of a live
crowd...and get paid for it...and you still bitch.
My question is...why?
John Sinclair
"Mark for life"
THE VIEWS EXPRESSED BY JOHN SINCLAIR DO NOT REFLECT THOSE OF THE NWA, RCW OR ITS AFFILIATES.
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