Our Celebration of Professional Wrestling continues! This comes to the BWF courtesy of Jonkind over at Wonderpod-Online
Everyone knows of my passion for all things professional wrestling. I’ve watched the good, the bad, and I can put a positive spin on pretty much anything. Wrestlemania is of course, the biggest WWF/E show of the year; the grandest stage of them all, the showcase of the immortals, blah, blah, blah. Well back in April of 1993, the WWF was in the middle of a pretty low period in terms of popularity. Hulkamania was fading fast and there was a severe lack of popular, established talent to fill that void. Bret Hart had been inserted as the top face champion and while popular, I don’t think he was the muscle bound, high intensity, all-American super-hero that Vince thought they needed at the top. Personally I loved Bret Hart – the hardworking ring-technician, a victorious underdog in a roster full of puffed up giants and grunts. Proving everyone who thought you had to be a brick shithouse to be successful wrong. At least that’s what I thought.
Since you like to go online and bash wrestling websites, I thought maybe a site that’s run by fans for fans would take a shot at getting on your bad side for once. We here at BoredWrestlingFan do not have any inside connections, and we don’t claim to be a source for wrestling news. We are simply fans of the product. I must disclaim that this article does not necessarily reflect the opinions of the BWF staff as a whole, although I’m sure that at least a few of them feel the same way.
I have no doubt that you and your brother made it to WWE on your athletic merit, and the number of WWE Tag Team Championships the two of you have held together over the years will attest to that. Matt Hardy V1? Brilliant stuff. Loved the Matt Facts, and despite wearing a Rey Mysterio mask to WrestleMania XIX, I still cheered for you. As your career went on though, it went downhill.
Yes, we all know the story – Amy cheated on you with Adam, you got fired because of it (yes, I will admit, that was ridiculous), and you went on the internet and got your fans to support you and convince the WWE to bring you back. After that, however, you didn’t seem to have the passion anymore. I can see how a situation like that would suck the life out of somebody, but you’re a performer on a nationally televised stage and you have to deliver.
Which brings me to the latter stages of your WWE career, Matt. You put on a ton of weight – and yes, I’m aware of your abdominal tear that caused you to not be able to work out – and your work ethic continued to plummet. You were essentially absent from TV, which would upset anybody in that situation, I’m sure, but what, exactly, Matt, were you doing to better your position in the company? Were you working out post-surgery to get back into ring shape? Were you doing cardio and trying to lose the gut that had writers here calling you “Fatt Lardy?” Nope. You were on the internet complaining about it.
We’re tired of it, Matt. Sure, you have millions of viewers to your YouTube videos, but how many of those are people like me who are tuning in to see just how batshit crazy you’ve actually gone?
Then you show up in TNA as Rob Van Dam’s mystery opponent at Genesis, as if that weren’t the worst kept secret in pro wrestling. I haven’t watched TNA in two months and I knew you were the mystery opponent. But here’s the thing. No matter how much you try to make yourself look like Raven, you’re not him. Raven had thyroid issues and still managed to get himself back into somewhat decent shape. And did Kizarny have a yard sale and sell his hair extensions?
Look, Matt, I want to like you, I really do, but your shtick is getting old. Stop trying to work the internet, and start trying to work on losing some weight and getting back into ring shape. Then maybe someday will call you a has-been, instead of what you are now, a never-was.
Everyone knows of my passion for all things professional wrestling. I’ve watched the good, the bad, and I can put a positive spin on pretty much anything. Wrestlemania is of course, the biggest WWF/E show of the year; the grandest stage of them all, the showcase of the immortals, blah, blah, blah. Well back in April of 1993, the WWF was in the middle of a pretty low period in terms of popularity. Hulkamania was fading fast and there was a severe lack of popular, established talent to fill that void. Bret Hart had been inserted as the top face champion and while popular, I don’t think he was the muscle bound, high intensity, all-American super-hero that Vince thought they needed at the top. Personally I loved Bret Hart – the hardworking ring-technician, a victorious underdog in a roster full of puffed up giants and grunts. Proving everyone who thought you had to be a brick shithouse to be successful wrong. At least that’s what I thought.