I guess what it comes down to for me is that the wrestling itself is fake, the outcomes are likely predetermined, and all the drama they inject into the whole circuit is just so laughably, painfully orchestrated that i can't suspend my disbelief long enough to get any entertainment value out of it at all.
Think of it as soap operas for guys. Cheesy story lines, frequent bad acting, but with the added benefit of violence. :lol:
However, I stopped watching long ago. I remember being a kid, and there were "rules" that, if caught being broken by the ref, got you disqualified. A good heel was a sneaky little weasel, who cheated his way to victory, behind the backs of clueless refs. You'd get so into that you'd be yelling at the screen, wondering why the stupid fucking ref wouldn't stop yelling at the heel's manager for long enough to see the cheating in progress.
Now, it's all no rules, no holds barred, hitting guys with all manner of unbelievable objects, and the run-in is the standard way for the bad guy to win. Additionally, everyone has to be a huge monster, which is sad, since the featherweight luchadores high-flying acrobatics were one of the highlights of my childhood viewing. They've absolutely ruined it in the race to be too over the top.
Having said all that, though, I've always put wrestling in the same category as Contra, keg stands, Terminator, and setting your farts on fire. It was the thing we'd throw on at college when we were smoking joints and drinking beer. Quit be so damn stuffy. :lol:
