Television has gifted us with some delightful treats as well: I Love Lucy, Monday Night Football, and Pauly D. However, the marriage between two such beauties does not always equal bliss (see J-Lo and Marc Anthony).
This past week, truTV premiered a heinous-looking television program called Hulk Hogan’s Micro Championship Wrestling. The premise? As far as I can tell, it’s a reality show about Hulk Hogan cultivating a group of little people wrestlers. Of course, typical reality show drama ensues; the advertisement promises a constant supply tough guys and tears.
There are a couple of things wrong with Hulk Hogan’s MCW, and any one of them could be used as the basis of one’s “Hulk, I’ve very disappointed in you …” speech.
The whole thing just screams “money! spotlight! trying to regain my influence on American culture!” Sure, the MCW-written press release proclaims that Hogan is doing it to boost these ladies and gents up to the same status as the “greats” of professional wrestling, but you have to wonder if he’d be doing it had there not been a TV contract involved.
Hulk, we know you’re a champ at hawking any product willing to have your face on their packaging, but the line needs to be drawn somewhere.
And I think for you, it’s before you dive into your umpteenth reality show. Was the American Gladiators remake not enough to slake your thirst? I actually looked you up on Amazon to see if you had another book coming out, figuring at least that might justify the decision to participate in HHMCW. No dice.
I just wish the Hulk would think about cutting his losses and retiring to a tropical island. But what do I know? After all, Hogan Knows Best.