The SGM Super 30 Black Professional Wrestler #16

Godfather

For all the time he’s put in the ring as the pimp daddy Godfather, Charles Wright still holds a place in my heart as Papa Shango, for he truly heralded the death of kayfabe for me.

I think it was the match when he set his opponent’s feet on fire. Or it might have been a match when he made his opponent disappear ... or he disappeared, can’t remember which. But the Ultimate Warrior debacle has to go down in history as the best “worst” angle ever. The Warrior bleeding black blood from his forehead, the vomiting, the fake choking ... that shit was shit. And it really hit me the hardest that wrestling was all bullshit, as far as the morality plays that they were putting on; however, I began to greatly appreciate the game of human goddamn chess that was being displayed before me. So, maybe I should send Godfather a thank-you note.

I remember during the heyday of the run of the Godfather, that rumors used to fly about Wright returning to the Shango gimmick. Good lord, that would make me happy, if it were to happen, like, an hour and a half ago ... I don’t see the harm in it at this point, since almost everything on WWF programming makes me want to bleed black and vomit blood, too. And voodoo ain’t got nothing to do with it.