As an teenager in the 1960s I loved watching wrestling on TV, when it was "really real", as Bruno Sammartino reigned supreme.
During one interview the camera was pulled back *just* enough so that, during a wrestler's rant, I saw the interviewer tap the wrestler's foot with his own foot. The rant abruptly ended, just when I thought that the interview was really spinning out of control.
The curtain was drawn back and I saw the great Oz for who, and what it actually was. Wrestling, for me, went in the pooper, more devastating than if Bruno himself crushed me into submission with his most famous closing moves: the Bearhug, the Hammerlock or the Pendulum backbreaker.
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