Why We Watch...Exhibit C

We watch wrestling to see jobbers like Don Herbert get maimed by rough-n-tumble, hard hitting, no-nonsense, bad-ass heels like Stan Hansen. We watch wrestling to witness Ric Flair style and profile.

We also watch wrestling to see foreign objects get utilized and the gratuitous bloodshed that inevitably results, exemplified in the clip above by Abdullah The Butcher's repeated fork thrusts to the forehead of his ill-matched (translation: without eating utensil) foe, Armandito (Lil' Armando, I presume!?) Salgato. Not surprisingly, the Madman from the Sudan carves up his opponent with ease, who in turn hemorrhages buckets of that beautiful blood all over the ring, as well as on the ample tum of our favorite purveyor of ribs AND Chinese cuisine.*

This match bloodbath takes place in Puerto Rico's ultra gory World Wrestling Council promotion (circa late 1980s?), with what sounds like a young Carlos Mencia providing the histrionic play-by-play.

*I hope Abdullah has the opportunity to read the less than enthusiastic review of his establishment linked above. For I can't think of another restaurant critic more deserving of being repeatedly jabbed in the face with a fork than Jerry Portwood (384 Northyards Blvd., Suite 600 Atlanta, GA) of Creative Loafing.