Old-School WWF

For a chance to win a prizes (or just to show off), we’ve set up some rasslin’ trivia. Yesterday, your intellects were tickled by Clare’s trivia. Today, we’re hopping in our Delorean and going back to old-school wrestling. I grew up watching these guys (Royal Rumbles were my FAVORITE. They were SO exciting.) Since these wrestlers were popular 15-20 years ago, we’re simply going to test your memories in a Name That Wrestler contest.

Email andrealeigh203@gmail.com with your answers. Do not put your answers in the comments. (Because then other people can see them). You have until Thursday at 2 pm EST. Some of these are gimmes, but some are damn obscure. We gotta separate the boys from the men. Or the girls from the women. Or the jezebels from the ladies. You get the idea.


We’ll start off with an easy one…but do you know who the lady is?

If there is more than one person in a picture, you get a point for each person (or animal) you correctly identify (wrestling names will suffice). If it’s a tag team, you could get 3 or 4 points (one for each person and one for the Team name). There are a lot of points possible, so don’t fret if you don’t know a couple. Winner(s) and answers will be posted tomorrow. [Ed. note: while I put together this post, I popped in the 1990 Royal Rumble DVD (…what?). It is hosted by announcer Jesse “The Body” Ventura wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and Mouseketeer ears. God bless ‘im.]


One of my favorites. Look at that sneer.

Looks just like my wrestling buddy.

Oh to get my hands on some wrestling cards…

I had such a crush on him. Mmmmm.

Anybody want a peanut?

Otto?

Must not make dirty joke that gives away his name…

James Bond villain?

I’m too sexy for my shirt… too sexy for my skirt…
too sexy for the other thing…

They went on to be successful Houston Astros.

Yeah!

Three dollar bill comes to mind…
But I had crushes on them both.

Purple Reign?

YIKES.

Awwww, sad.

The power of voodoo. Who do?
You do. What? Remind me of the babe.

Mmmmm, muscles. And mullet.

I think I’ve just found the epitome of “Crazy Eyes.”

On the right…another crush.

Do you think he wears anything under the kilt?

Might be my favorite mullet so far.

That’s a lot of animal prints.

I was genuinely afraid of him.
I hate snakes. HATE.

Umm…I have no words.

Against the wall and spread ’em, indeed.

Oh the squared circle.
Oh turnbuckle, turnbuckle.
Oh it is so fake.

Where are your privates?
(I’m so very, very sorry for that joke)

The 5th member of KISS?

Rode hard, put away wet.

My god, it’s Johnny Castle on steroids.

I NEED AN ADULT! I DON’T WANNA GET IN THE VAN!
HELP ME!

I used to try to rip my tshirts like him.
I was unsuccessful.

Raiders fans?

Is he pointing at his man-boobs?

Chain, chain, chain…chain of scary, scary muscles.

The dude abides.

Uh uh huh.

He was sensitive. He read poetry.

Wicka wicka…

Dad?

I just threw up in my mouth.

Johnny’s brother?

One of my favorites. And totally batshit insane.

Woo woo.

Anchors a-weigh?

Ahh, the days with just blatant horrible stereotypes.

I remember one tag-team match
where one of them hid under the mat.

Cock…a doodle doo?

Mustache ride anyone?

I have that same hat. How embarrassing.

My brother’s favorites. Also batshit insane.

I’m particularly proud of this one.

An appropriate ending, as he was
kind of a bridge between the crazy 80s/early 90s
wrestling and what it turned into.

19 thoughts on “Old-School WWF

  1. First- Wouldn’t a better contest be name who’s still alive and whose not?

    Second- the fact that Andrea like old school rasslin’ takes her to a whole new level of esteem in my book.

  2. Oooohhh yeeeeeee-ahhhhh.

    The Macho Man was the coolest 80s dude… except for Don Johnson maybe. I dressed up as the Macho Man one halloween. It was a little after the fact and no one knew who he was. :p

    Junk Yard Dog, RIP man.

    Will

  3. THAT’S who I couldn’t think of. Oh my god, I stared and stared and stared at that picture trying to think of the name of the woman she reminded me of and holy shit it’s Judy Tenuta. Thank you for saving my brain from turning to liquid and leaking out my ears, Gshum.

  4. I had WWF Flannel Sheets

    Big Boss Man, Ultimate Warrior, Hulk, Jake the Snake and the Bushwhackers were primarily involved, if I remember correctly.

    I was partial to the Natural Disasters when it came to tag teams, nothing like two fat asses running around the ring.

  5. As a young lass in the late eighties/early nineties I used to hang out at the Hotel Penta across the street from Madison Square Garden after WWF shows, so I met a lot of these guys. A lot of the babyfaces were douchebags out of the ring and a lot of the heels were really nice guys. Highlights of my near-groupie days were:

    Making out with Marty Jannetty in his hotel room (couldn’t go farther, no condoms, DAMMIT). I always thought he was hotter than Shawn Michaels, but unfortunately he hasn’t aged well.

    Getting into a tequila-drinking contest with Mark Calloway (a/k/a the Undertaker). When one is 5’4″ and 130 pounds it is VERY VERY STUPID to challenge a 6’8″ 300-pound guy to a drinking contest. I barfed on his shoes. Next time I saw him he hollered across the bar “That better not be tequila!”

    Sitting on Ed Leslie (Brutus Beefcake)’s lap drunkenly singing along to Judas Priest that he was playing on his boom box and getting a bunch of wrestlers and other people to join in. Eventually hotel security got involved.

    Ah, good times.

  6. dude I REMEBER THOSE DAYS.. HOW BOUT JESSE THE BODY.
    REMEBER WHEN MAGHO MAN SAID OOH YEAHHH. BRING ME MISS ELIZBETH.
    AND REMEBER NATURE BOY WHEN HE SAID. U WANT TO BE THE MAN U GOT TO BEAT THE MAN U GOT TO WALK THAT ISYL AND SYLE AND PORFILE. WHOOOO.

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