During that era, of which I can never profess to be a historian, one of my personal favorites was Randy 'The Macho Man' Savage. He was the very antithesis of Hulk Hogan (whom I also followed closely), but his "story" was one of the better ones in wrestling at the time because it actually involved a woman who looked like a woman (unlike the disturbingly masculine ones of today)—his fair lady "Miss Elizabeth"—who also happened to be his wife and manager.
Macho Man would do anything for his "woman", as he sometimes referred to her, and, even as a young girl, I thought that was very noble—a guy willing to lay it all down to protect the honor of his true love.
So, naturally, when I heard the news of his death, I was saddened. Although I haven't watched wrestling in years, I always remembered the personality, pure talent, and undeniable energy that the Macho Man brought to the table. It's something that no one in today's industry will likely ever be able to duplicate with half as much style, flare, and class.
R.I.P Macho Man.
Ohhhhhh Yeaaaahhhhhh!!!
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