In Ben’s Brain: NWA Powerrr Didn’t Need Music; Because It Was Making It.

NWA Powerrr presented studio wrestling with no ring music!  The naysayer calls it “wrasslin.” Just some old-time fools doing their foolishness, they say. But to those who know—it’s about much more. There are no scripted promos. There’s just men and women pouring their heart into their work, and their work is an anomaly that one can’t find in either pure sport or entertainment.

To those of us who love old school pro wrestling, we cannot get it in anything else on TV, and a lot of times we can’t get it in all the things wrestling calls itself now a days from Sports Entertainment to Performance Art. Us old school fans—we love the quirks, the characters, and the fights that resemble how a bar fight may break out. We love the good guys versus the bad guys, we get the most from the matches that feel logical and real, and we come for the chaos!

Really old school wrestling had little else resembling all that existed in the arts. It had no ring music that hooked us to spirits that some wrestlers don’t live up to. Yet, it gave stage to the visuals of the characters, the audios of their promos, and the physicality of their matches. Here on NWA Powerrr, the NWA eliminated the ring music factor, but there was a studio audience hanging on every hard-hitting sound.

You know what I love about music. It reaches inside me and touches this invisible part of myself that I have no definition for. Something inside me desires greatness, not just to have it but to feel it! Music makes me feel! I like some Johnny Cash, because he puts a mood on his melody. However, on NWA Powerrr not a one of these characters came out to a lyric or even a tune. With nothing but old school wrestling, they awakened a part of my spirit that lay dormant for many, many seasons.

James Storm and Josephus

Perhaps, the wild excitement of NWA Powerrr exhibited itself best when Josephus, a heavy set, hairy, bearded maniac with a burly man’s voice, screamed for “Storm”, meaning his longtime enemy Tim Storm. Instead of Tim, he got the Cowboy James Storm. James didn’t sing or have ring music, but he did a promo on beer and beatings and a rough and tumble road that his beard and his lines in his face bore true. He threatened Josephus. Josephus played a coward against Storm, trying to get away, until Storm knocked him out and placed Josephus own thumb in his mouth.

When a fight happens, a man’s character and experience manifest itself in instincts. Fight or flight kicks in. It’s no different on NWA Powerrr. With Josephus, his own instincts fled from Storm. As for Storm, he’d been in enough of these to know he wasn’t in over his head. In cocky fashion he knocked out Josephus, the way his character had knocked men out before. He conceived it safe to go ahead and put his inferior foes thumb in his mouth. And that, my friends, represents the simplicity of old school wrestling. It’s unbridled aggression and testosterone! Powerrr unleashed a nature best left repressed in the real world, but, my god, is it fun to watch that nature run rampant in the entertainment world!

Nick Aldis and Tim Storm

NWA Powerrr made music, alright. Tim Storm played the violin to a venture of now or never. He’d do anything for one more swan song, to win the NWA Title from Aldis and be the champ one last time. And Nick Aldis put on a song about manipulation; “killing his opponent, softly” you could title it.

And Storm and Aldis played to the beat of their own drum. But let me tell you they played with a muse that could make an atheist believe in the soul. Tim Storm and Nick didn’t take turns, allowing each one to get a blow in. When they hit each other, they hit like they wanted to win. That’s the wrestling I like. That’s the music I like. When Tim Storm talked; he desperately wanted to relive that glorious moment. Tim brought his mother into it. He gave us his childhood; he gave us it all. And in the match, he took a low blow when he got the chance, because he knew it could be his last chance.

When Nick Aldis got on the microphone at the end of the show; he played a song that made you think he might just be…might just be Willie Lee and not Jack Brown. As Johnny Cash once sang, he may be the dirty dog that shot his women down. And Nick performed that heel promo with spirit. It’s like listening to Johnny’s cocaine blues; it makes you curious enough to want to hear it again.

The Sounds of the Environment

When you turn down the rock in Roll, you hear the environment.  Now, we’re not just listening to what the pro wrestlers are conveying on the stage, but we’re hearing the stage, itself. And how much does the stage matter? The stage acts as a character, and the stage creates the center of the unity of effect. You think a man acts the same in Syria when he’s fighting Isis that he does at home when he’s with his wife and kids? When you turn the music down, you hear the whistling of the wind, the leaves blowing, and the sky trumpeting. You hear an environment that will become a storm.

NWA Powerrr’s environment plays the music that the characters dance to and sing to. What a chaotic environment! This is an environment where one never knows where they’ll be at by the end! I may not want to see these characters anywhere else, but I love them here! I don’t want to hear Cash singing “Sunday Morning Coming Down” to the piano keys of Amazing Grace. But this atmosphere is right for James Storm to come out, talk trash, and kick tail. It’s right for the Dawson’s to destroy jobbers, making them look like stars and making us wonder what they’ll be like against formidable opponents. This chaotic atmosphere sets Kingston’s words and actions in order when he challenges the tag champions and starts a fight with them.

This environment needs no music! Keep on making the sounds that communicates to the soul, NWA Powerrr!


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