IN MY EARLY years with PWI, I didn’t hesitate to blast wrestling’s top stars, to the point Stu Saks reminded me that Bill Apter—who, as head photographer, was omnipresent at WWF and WCW events in those days—would be the one most likely to have his legs broken because of something I’d said in the magazine. I curtailed my criticism of the in-ring athletes after that, and saved my greatest ire for creative, particularly Vince Russo.
But I must voice my complaint about modern-day wrestling: Everybody wants to be a comedian. There are examples of this on nearly every program, and it’s been happening too often on one of my favorites, NWA Powerrr.
