I don’t watch wrestling as much as I used to anymore. But it was definitely something I grew up on. The WWF — not the WWE, but the one from the 1990’s. The WCW. TNA. All that good stuff. I ate it up.
The concept of heel and face was foreign to me. I didn’t understand anything about the business. I just knew that there were wrestlers that I didn’t like and wrestlers I loved. There were heroes and villains. Nothing more, nothing less. At least that’s how it worked in my mind as a child.
Most wrestlers play both sides of the coin at one point or another. Stone Cold Steve Austin. The Rock. Triple H. Kane and The Undertaker. All immensely popular characters. All have been cheered and all have been booed.
