Jim
Crockett's Worldwide Wrestling / 1985-1987 by
Billy Ingram
with John Hitchcock and Steve Byrd
In
the mid-1940s, when television was brand-new technology, producers began
exploring ways to attract an audience with exciting visual content. Radio
was still the dominant medium for home entertainment; television was just
beginning to define its identity and needed to create programming that
radio couldn't replicate.
Professional
(read: theatrical) wrestling was the first sport to become popular on
the tube because it was inexpensive to stage and relatively easy to shoot.
With those
old heavy-duty TV cameras tied to inch-thick cables, broadcasters needed
a tightly confined spectacle. Wrestling and boxing were naturals.
By
the '50s, local stations filled several hours each week with matches featuring
famous old-school wrestlers like the Baron and Gorgeous George battling
alongside popular local bruisers.
In the '80s
wrestling went mainstream with national superstars like Hulk Hogan and
Andre the Giant raking in millions from pay-per-view matches, books, movies,
videos, and dolls.
Pro-wrestling
is more than just sport, it's blue collar ballet, a soap opera for guys.
To set up a good match, you have to weave a compelling story with characters
people care about. No one did that better than the syndicated NWA Mid-Atlantic
Championship Wrestling programs from the '70s and '80s, produced by Crockett
Promotions out of Charlotte, North Carolina.
As
I write this, one of Crockett's biggest stars, "Nature Boy" Ric Flair,
is at the top of his game, just as he was back in 1985 during NWA's golden
age.
Flair trained
in the AWA in Minneapolis, moving to Charlotte in 1974. He survived a
horrendous plane crash on October 4, 1975, a tragedy that ended the career
of the legendary Johnny Valentine.
Six months
later, Ric Flair made his comeback and did it with a vengeance; he is
considered to be the greatest wrestler of all time.
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Flair was a ruthless competitor. One of the hottest teams in pro wrestling
in 1986 was the "Rock and Roll Express" - teenybopper heartthrobs
Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson.
A
rivalry had been building between Ricky Morton and World Heavyweight Champion
Flair for some time - ever since Morton
crushed Flair's sunglasses on national television (in an apparent
sign of disrespect), bitchslapped him, then kicked his ass in an impromptu
match.
A short time
later, in an elimination match, Morton easily pinned 'Nature Boy' within
seconds, leaving a stunned Ric Flair looking confused and foolish in the
ring.
Losing
didn't sit well with Ric Flair that evening (it never did). He and the
rest of the Four Horsemen 'Pearl Harbored'
the rockers in the dressing rooms afterward. Ricky Morton's bloody
face was smeared across the concrete floor by Flair in an attempt to erase
his pretty-boy looks forever.
But an ill
wind was blowing for Ric Flair - a hurricane of hatred they called Dusty!
As with any career path, Ric Flair has made
more than a few enemies and found himself at the center of some
intense feuds and outrageous ambushes over the years. Needless to say,
he and his teammates "the Four Horsemen" (Ole and Arn Anderson and Tully
Blanchard) were responsible for more than their share of dirty tricks
against unsuspecting opponents as well.
Some
of Flair's toughest televised battles were against foes like Ivan and
Nikita Koloff, Wahoo McDaniel, and Magnum TA. He and Dusty "The American
Dream" Rhodes in particular were long-time rivals, carrying on one of
the most famous feuds in Mid-Atlantic history.
These mice
and rats and such small deer had been Nature Boy's food for ten long years.
During one brutal, fenced-in match in 1985, the Russian Nikita Koloff
had Flair on the ropes and badly injured when Dusty surprised everyone
by bravely entering the ring to stop the slaughter.
He
quickly vanquished the Russians, giving Ric Flair time to recuperate.
In a shocking display of Reagan-era gratitude, Flair's teamates rushed
the ring, blindsiding Dusty just as Nature Boy padlocked the cage door
and gleefully joined in the ruthless beating.
Ingratitude,
thou marble-hearted fiend!
For
the next few minutes, the Four Horsemen did as much damage as they could
to the nearly unconscious Rhodes. Dusty's buddies looked on helplessly,
unable to breech the cage as he was pummelled mercilessly by four opponents
at once.
Dusty was
carried out on a stretcher that night, the bones in his leg shattered.