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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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?
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.
Three dollar bill comes to mind…
But I had crushes on them both.
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!
I used to try to rip my tshirts like him.
I was unsuccessful.
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.
I just threw up in my mouth.
One of my favorites. And totally batshit insane.
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
wrestling and what it turned into.