As I sat and read yet another attack on the PG era, I was reminded once again of the "good old days" before wrestling became so childish and marketed towards kids, and my mind slipped back to the era of Max Moon.
Who was Max Moon?
Max Moon was an interplanetary wrestler who had come all the way from the moon to wrestle on planet earth, and to prove he was what he said he was, Max had a special moon suit.
The suit was a very elaborate powder blue bodysuit with markings that resembled circuit boards—sort of like Tron, but without a budget.
The elaborate outfit also came with two wrist devices that shot out fireworks, and a jet pack that proved that Max Moon was indeed a man of the future!
Max burst onto the scene in 1992, and rose rapidly through the card to earn an Intercontinental title match on Jan. 11, 1993, which just happened to be the very first ever episode of Monday Night Raw.
After losing the title match, Max Moon was involved in a number of mid-card matches, before turning up again in his first and only pay-per-view. At the 1993 Royal Rumble, where he entered at No. 8, just after Jerry Lawler.
In case you weren't watching that first Monday Night Raw, and you were wondering who Max Moon grappled with, for the Intercontinental title, let me tell you: None other than the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. I'm sure that was the highlight of Shawn's career.
After that, HBK was confined to fighting mere earthlings. And the occasional dead man, of course.
I've often wondered: what exactly was the creative team smoking on the day they created Max Moon?
I mean, if Max Moon really had existed, I'm sure he'd have had something better to do than dress up as a clown and fly to earth each week to fight wrestlers on a TV show.
Anyway, I just thought I'd share that trip down memory lane, and now I'm going back to reading about how wrestling today sucks so much, and how it used to be so much better.