My Plea To The NWA

When I look at this beautiful championship title belt, it reminds me of wrestling back when it was serious, when it was believable, when it was a sport. When I look at this championship title belt, I think of real men, men like Harley Race, Jack Briscoe, and Ric Flair. I think of men that gave their all to try and capture this title as well, men like David Von Erich, Magnum TA, and Barry Windham. When I look at this championship title belt, I think of prestige, and remember a time when I wasn’t ashamed to be a fan of professional wrestling. When I look at this championship title belt, I think of WTBS and the 6:05pm show, where men like Arn Anderson and Tully Blanchard, defended the world television title in ten minute matches, that didn’t have a single drop kick in them, but were still better than any match you see on TV today. When I look at this championship title belt, I think of Starcade, The Great American Bash, and The War Games! When I look at this championship title belt, I don’t think of overly choreographed matches that look more like cheerleader competitions than a fight. When I look at this championship title belt, I don’t think of goofy comedy segments, or spots, that are meant to parody what wrestling used to be, rather than making me believe it’s real. When I look at this championship title belt, I think of The National Wrestling Alliance, the company that used to define what professional wrestling really was. My plea to today’s NWA is to please be the NWA of old. My plea to today’s NWA is to look at your championship title belt and make it your mission to make all of us fans feel the way we used to feel about it, and the way we want to feel about it again!  

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