.....okay let's see it from Bret's perspective.
Bret's era of wrestling was more of wizardry to make the crowd lose their shyt, despite the wrestler not feeling a damn thing but the bump of the canvas. As much as I love Gunther and enjoy his work, he's representing a era that's a Ying and yang. You want to make the matches believable, but at the same time you are chopping the flesh away and doing stiff moves just to promote bloodlust, and then what?
Thus, why he spent his time finding peace in making food, and treating wrestling like a job. With a job, you gotta just roll with the punches (literally). The indie shyt can only go so far but the hospital, retirement, or the grave.
One of the best examples of less means more is Bobby Eaton. My man used to be called "a day off" by Mick Foley because of how safe he worked. You can work both safe and be a threatening force in the making. Bret used to take bumps that would make the marsupial pray for his health, but mens would take a shower and go onto the next one because he didn't want to be in harms way.
If wrestlers learned the matter of timing, ignore the bloodlust from the marks, and focus on an less is more approach, I guarantee you that most of the roster will hold it down, and they would have to do a storyline to write them off with a fake injury.
Bust sadly, that will never happen because mofo marks and stinky ass sicko fans want wrestlers to be like Mick Foley with Low Ki wrestling moves, but quick to say RIP when they end up working themselves in the grave.
.Dudes would be murdering at them chests and slamming fists at certain parts of the body. Yet, they managed to have hour to 2 hour matches because of reasonable workrate.
