I've heard (and it's always been said) that art imitates life.
Yet sometimes the reverse is true. But I'm going to explore the ways that the WWE, as modern an art-form as anyone can hope to have in these times, does indeed imitate life.
Let's take the scenario of Vickie, Edge, and the Big Show.
More often than not there's one person in a company or at a job that will do whatever it takes to get to the top. Then, they take further, often more drastic steps to maintain their place in the upper echelon.
Edge is sneaky, manipulative, and as crafty as they come. Yet somehow (just somehow) he managed to miss some time. The boss, who he was working over, got tired with him not there and found someone else.
Often times the boss finds someone completely opposite from the first person. Edge is crafty, sneaky, and wild. On the other hand, Big Show is, well, big and mean.
He puts it to her in a way that shows her he could be in control, yet respects her authority enough not to.
Next, let us look at Mike "The Miz" Mizanin, and his bro-mance best friend, John Morrison. Almost every guy has a best friend that they'd go to bat for in any situation. One of you is the talented one while the other pretty much is a sponge.
After John Morrison carried the Miz for a long time, the Miz (like the rat he can be), used the friendship to turn on Morrison when it came time for them to split up. The facade that Miz wants people in his new place to believe is that his skills are better.
Now, on to Cryme Tyme.
Yeah, cars get stolen. There indeed are swindlers out there along with gang-bangers, and other things street-related. No one is going to deny that. I certainly won't.
I could make the generic gang reference but I'm not going to. I'm going to make the reference to the kids in Brooklyn or Los Angeles and maybe Chicago or Detroit, who sit on the block with their best friend doing anything they can to do all they can with what little they are given.
Shad and JTG are said to be friends straight out of Brooklyn—"homies" since before there were Starbucks on every corner in the NYC.
They made it to the big time and stayed friends, hustling and doing their best to get where they are. That's the point I'm trying to make.
Next, is John Cena.
Everyone wants to be Superman. Cena is probably as close to a modern day Clark Kent as we can get in the WWE and, honestly, as much as I dislike him he's probably the only guy who can pull it off.
I will continue this as a series because for some reason the anthropological study of the WWE has become fascinating to me.
Anyone have any thoughts on this?