Alright, alright, let’s talk about this fella, Meng, in that WCW thing. You know, the wrestlin’ show. I used to watch it sometimes when I wasn’t busy with the chickens and the garden.
Who’s this Meng fella, you ask? Well, he was a tough one, that’s for sure. Big fella, strong as an ox. They called him the “Man of a Thousand Deaths” or somethin’ like that. Sounds scary, right? He looked scary too. Not like those pretty boys they got nowadays, all oiled up and shiny. Meng, he was rough around the edges, like a good ol’ piece of wood.
Now, they say WCW didn’t use him right. Coulda pushed him harder, they say. Made him a bigger star. I reckon they might be right. This Meng, he coulda been somethin’ special. He was legit, tough as nails. But they messed around, didn’t give him the right matches, the right stories. Like that Goldberg fella, they pushed him to the moon, even though his talkin’ wasn’t much better than my rooster crowin’ in the mornin’.
- He was strong, real strong.
- He looked tough, not like those fancy pants wrestlers.
- WCW didn’t know what to do with him, seems like.
People talk about Meng bein’ underrated. And I agree. He was good in the ring, real good. He could wrestle anyone, big or small. I remember seein’ him fight Sting, another big name back then. Tough matches, them two. They went at it, hammer and tongs. Sting, he was good, but Meng, he gave him a run for his money every time. They had matches at them Great American Bash and Bash at the Beach shows, I think. Sting won, but Meng, he made him work for it.
Then there was that time they tried to make him fight Goldberg. Goldberg, he was on a winnin’ streak, nobody could beat him. They tried to make it a big deal, Meng tryin’ to end Goldberg’s streak. But it didn’t really go nowhere. WCW, they always messed things up, seems like. They had all these good wrestlers, but they didn’t know how to use ’em.
He was in a tag team too, with another big fella called The Barbarian. They called themselves the Faces of Fear. Scary names, them wrestlers had. They were tough together, those two. But even then, Meng, he coulda done more on his own, I reckon. He was that good.
They say Madusa, a woman wrestler, she worked good with Meng. Tough lady, she was. Not like those girly girls you see on TV now. Madusa, she could hold her own, and apparently, her and Meng, they made a good team, in and out of the wrestlin’ ring, whatever that means. Don’t go gettin’ any funny ideas now, I’m just tellin’ ya what I heard.
Why didn’t WCW push Meng harder? Who knows? Maybe they didn’t think he could talk good enough. Maybe they didn’t like his look. Maybe they just didn’t know what they were doin’. Wrestlin’ business, it’s a funny thing. Sometimes the good ones don’t get the breaks, and the ones that ain’t so good, they get pushed to the top. That’s what happened with Sting, they say. Left that WWE for somethin’ called AEW. Said he wanted to do things his way, not how some boss told him. Guess that makes sense. Wrestlers, they’re like stubborn mules sometimes, wantin’ to do things their own way.
And speakin’ of money, they say that Flair fella, he only made a little over a million dollars the whole time he was with WCW towards the end. Can you believe that? For all that wrestlin’ and shoutin’, seems like he shoulda got more. But that’s the way things go sometimes. One minute you’re on top, the next you’re… well, not on top anymore. Just like that WCW itself. One day it was there, big and boisterous, and the next… poof! Gone. They said somethin’ about the new owners not wantin’ wrestlin’ anymore, even though folks liked watchin’ it. Makes no sense to me.
Anyway, back to Meng. He was a good wrestler, a tough wrestler. Deserved better than he got, that’s for sure. He was a favorite of mine, even though he didn’t win all the time. He was real, not like those fakey fellas they got now. He was a man’s man, that Meng. And that’s all there is to it.
