The Master of the 619
A friend of mine named John hates what Rey Mysterio became in the later stages of his career with a firey, irrational, burning passion. The mere mention of Rey in John’s presence will draw his seemingly endless amount of ire. He’ll keep going and going, until you have to tell him to shut the f up. He’s the worst. Though, I have to say, I kind of get it. Watching Mysterio do the 619 at that point is, honestly, a little sad. Every time he hops up on the top rope, I get flashes of his past high-flying ways. I can’t help it; he was insane in the ring when he was younger. That’s why it’s always so disappointing when, instead of jumping and hitting his opponent with a hurricanrana pin, he just sort of falls off the top rope onto the other guy.
There’s no life to the finisher anymore. Whenever he’s on the top rope, balancing, in those few moments before he plops his splash down on his opponent, I like to think Rey considers the hurricanrana. What John, and most other people don’t understand, is that Rey is a human being. He’s been beaten to s–t over the years. Wrestlers aren’t superheroes. They’re just regular men and women. The day to day grind that they have to endure would take most people to their knees. The training process alone would send most people running for the hills. Now, with that in mind, how in the hell can you blame Rey for changing up his style and making his workload a little less physically devastating?
Oscar Gutierrez Rubio was born on December 11, 1974 in San Diego California. He made his debut as a wrestler when he was fourteen years old, after being trained by his uncle, Rey Misterio, Sr. He made his debut with ECW and Paul Heyman back in 1995, now twenty years ago. Think about that: twenty years ago, Rey Mysterio Jr. was wrestling Psychosis in his first match for Extreme Championship Wrestling almost exactly two decades ago. He wasn’t long for the extreme world, though. He made his way to WCW in 1996. He was one of many stars that helped elevate the Cruiserweight division to a main attraction. At least to the smart fans, or smarks, who wanted to see real wrestling.
The division saw such talented names as Rey, Psychosis, Chris Jericho, Billy Kidman, Brian Pillman, Juventud Guerrera, Dean Malenko, Ultimo Dragon, and Eddie Guerrero. Every match was tremendous and helped keep fans interested, even when the story lines in the mid to late 1990’s WCW were not exactly up to par. If you’re interested, do yourself a favor and Google some of the matches.
After helping carry World Championship Wrestling for a few years, Rey went home to Mexico with his buddy Billy Kidman and wrestled the Mexican Independent circuits for a while in 2001. Then, in 2002, he made his way to the then World Wrestling Federation, which later became World Wrestling Entertainment. He’s won twelve Championships since entering the company, including two World Heavyweight titles, one WWE title, three Cruiserweight titles, and two Intercontinental titles. He also a won a Royal Rumble, in a thrilling performance that lasted over an hour.
Rey Mysterio deserves to take it easy, at this point. It’s not mine, or anybody else’s place to tell him he should hang up his boots. Not even Vince McMahon. Don’t get wrong, Vince can release him, but Rey could easily get work if he decided to continue. If he did retire, he would leave one hell of a legacy behind. Think about the sheer amount of matches he had on Monday Night Nitro alone. That was week in and week out, no breaks. The lower to mid card in WCW in 1996 were a like a bunch of show ponies. The people in charge would trot them out whenever they needed them to distract from the fact that they had no f–king idea what to do with whatever story line they were stumbling through.
Oh, also, Rey was the one that got people to call the police when the NWO attacked during an episode of Nitro. It’s one of my favorite segments of all time. I know the cops were called, but it was never confirmed what got the concerned citizen to finally make the call. Or maybe Eric Bischoff is just full of s–t, I don’t know. I just like to think that it was the noise of Rey’s skull bouncing off the side of that trailer when Kevin Nash picked him up and threw him into it like a lawn dart.
Rey has been around for years. If he ends up sticking around longer, good for him for sacking up and lacing up. I’d admire it. However, if he decided to retire, again, good for him. He deserves whatever he wants at this point. Thanks for the hours of entertainment throughout my childhood, Rey. You’re the man and John’s a giant turd.