Source: Lake Geneva Regional News

It’s time to be honest about my problem

by Lisa Seiser

July 21, 2011

I have a deep, dark secret.

For years, I have hid it well from many. I don’t talk about it except with those who have a similar problem.

It’s true — I really enjoy watching wrestling. It’s not the kind of wrestling you see in the Olympics or at local high schools during the winter.

Instead it’s the kind of wrestling where muscle-bound men wear flashy spandex outfits and masks and enter the arena to loud music and the roar of crazed fans. Some of them slowly approach the blue ring surrounded by red ropes, while others sprint to the ring and dive in. Then, when the bell sounds, the wrestlers do little wrestling. There are more punches and kicks to the face and moves like the RKO and the tombstone.

These wrestlers have names like the Undertaker, the Big Show, CM Punk and R-Truth. They also have nicknames like the Viper, the Ultimate Opportunist, the Animal and the Big Red Monster. And they have even cooler names for their finishing moves like the Cobra, Starship Pain, Code Blue, Attitude Adjustment and the Lie Detector. I’m getting a high just thinking about it.

Hi, my name is Lisa and I am addicted to WWE — World Wrestling Entertainment.

So, as weekly followers of WWE’s Monday Night Raw and Friday Night Smackdown, my boyfriend and I couldn’t resist when we saw the commercial a couple weeks ago — a Supershow at the Bradley Center. Finally, a night we could both go.

This past Saturday, we headed to downtown Milwaukee for what we knew would be an exciting evening. But, I had no idea my addiction would take hold.

When we arrived at the Bradley Center about 90 minutes before the show, there were people gathered on the sidewalk. They weren’t there to line up to get in. They were waiting for the wrestlers to drive into the parking lot. So, we joined in, started talking to some people who said some of the guys had already arrived.

We were mildly disappointed when just seconds later, there was an electricity in the crowd as another car pulled in. It wasn’t fancy at all and behind the wheel was Kofi Kingston with the Great Khali in the passenger seat. Minutes later, Wade Barrett drove in with Sheamus in the passenger seat and then a third car with Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel. We were all yelling, cheering and calling their names.

Then, we watched and waved at them as they walked across the parking lot and into the back of the Bradley Center. Several of them waved back and smiled. I felt like a 12-year-old kid all excited and giddy. More interestingly, unlike when you see them on TV, when they are in character, this time they looked and acted just like regular people.

But, that was just the start of what turned out to be a fantastic night. It was one night before the big WWE Pay-Per-View called Money in the Bank, which was Sunday night in Chicago. So, all the guys were in Milwaukee Saturday night.

There were about 10,000 crazed wrestling fans cheering and jeering all night as the top wrestlers came to the ring. The night started with a 12-man battle royal, but the best match was between my favorite, the World Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton and the bad guy, Christian. We taunted the guys we didn’t like with chants of “you suck” and “RKO” (Orton’s finishing move) and we had a blast the entire night.

Unlike any other live event, there is an interaction between the fans and the wrestlers that is obvious. With microphone in hand, Christian made fun of Milwaukee. We booed him and we yelled “you suck.” The Miz, another bad guy taunted the crowd and pointed at individuals in the crowd, apparently making comments toward them as well. It was easily one of the best events I have seen in quite some time.

For those who say professional wrestling isn’t real and it’s not a sport, I disagree. The results and the act may be predetermined, but the punishment is real. There were body slams you could see, hear and feel. There were slaps we could hear from 50 yards away and a kick to the face in which it looked like a filling flew out of Orton’s mouth. We laughed, we yelled, we screamed. It was a night to be someone else, act silly and goofy and just have a good time.

My enjoyment of wrestling goes way back. When I was a kid, my brother and I used to watch wrestling on Saturday mornings. It was great. But, after not watching for a few years in the 1990s and early 2000s, it was like finding an old friend again a couple years ago. Saturday night made it even more real after just watching it on TV for so long.

We’re already talking about where we’re going to sit for the next live event, and I guess my secret’s out.

Seiser is the editor of the Regional News.