Growing up in the 1980s there was nothing bigger than pro wrestling. It was a golden age of muscle-bound heroes. Hulk Hogan, Andre The Giant, The Ultimate Warrior, Bam Bam Bigelow, the Million Dollar Man, the Junkyard Dog… stars upon stars!
I used to set my VCR – a herculean task – to make sure I recorded every episode.
The problem was that all the big wrestling events were pay-per-view. My parents were frugal. They weren’t going to let me spend my meager allowance – which was just their hard-earned money – on such ridiculous entertainments. My friends’ parents had similar views.