I miss them. And I know a lot of you do too.
Wrestling managers were arguably the most entertaining part of pro wrestling. Heenan, Creatchman, Roth, Blassie, Bearer, Dangerously, Fuji, Slick, Cornette, Hart, Dillon, — a rogues gallery of glorious sleaze-bags that make greasy politicians look like pious clergy.
My next Chinlock article will be about my lifelong fantasy come true as I became a wrestling manager for a charity wrestling event organized by Chinlock’s Jan Murphy and Justin Cousineau. How much fun was it to drop my neurotic, jabroni self and become a vile wresting manager? Lots, and I loved every sordid second of it.
But, it got me thinking. How did the great managers learn their craft? Where did they learn to be greedy, obnoxious, scum-bag managers? At the The Academy of Wrestling Managers, of course…