I have to admit that I’ve started watching WWE’s Tough Enough reality show. Initially it was to compare it to The Ultimate Fighter for a Fightlinker blog post, but those topic locusts over at Bloody Elbow beat me to the punch. Not that I agree with anything they said other than the fact that Tough Enough is way more entertaining. But what can you expect where your ‘coaches’ get to ride a motorcycle into the training area and then scream at everyone for 20 minutes an episode?
Now I watch the show just for entertainment’s sake. It’s less of a ‘search for the next WWE superstar’ and more of a cult brainwashing. There’s something magical in a dark, twisted way watching these bitter fucked up raging balls of testosterone breaking down the misfits and losers pro wrestling draws into it’s meat grinder of dreams. These trainers and former WWE wrasslers abuse their charges like a truckstop toilet.
It’d be kinda hard to import any of the stuff from Tough Enough into The Ultimate Fighter, mainly because the WWE tortures it’s ‘prospects’ on a whim to create entertaining television while TUF still tries to give it’s contestants a legit chance at getting somewhere. It’s kinda too bad, because it’s not like you couldn’t operate an MMA reality show like that. Just look at how Ken Shamrock used to haze people who joined the Lion’s Den:
Shamrock who had grown up in combat sports in Japan was accustomed to new joiners being used like young boys. The “young boys” were what us westerners call “errand boys” in that they do all the running around jobs to make the boss’s life easier.
When the “young boys” would finally get rest, Shamrock would sneak beside their ear and whisper ‘”I’m going to kill you tonight.” The poor unsuspecting newbie would awake to the very intimidating Shamrock smiling after whispering a terrifying sweet nothing.
Frank Shamrock, the younger step-brother of Ken would assist Bohlander in sinking in rear naked chokes on the “young boys” at any given point. When the choked out victim would awake, Shamrock or Bohlander would have the barrel of a shotgun in their face and advise them to “never let their guard down again or they’d be dead.”
Now that would be reality television I’d tune in for, until the inevitable Full Metal Jacket style suicide ruined all our fun.