(Some shared qualities between the two genres to persuade the doubtful: Both wrestling and reality tv at some point or another maintained pretenses to representing some sort of reality. Wrestling pretended that it was actually a sport, and reality tv pretended (or pretends, depending on who you ask) that it's unadulterated life. Throw in slogans ("Smell what the Rock," "Stone Cold sez," "What you gonna do when Hulkamania," and so on; meanwhile: "You're still in the running towards becoming America's Next," "Tribe has spoken," "I'm sorry to say you've both been Philiminated," et cetera), and there are some startling similarities between the two genres.)
I think what I said about spectacle and narrative both applies to and is illustrated by wrestling. Although currently I barely watch it at all, occasionally watching the odd match here and there, I had convinced myself that I'd begun to appreciate wrestling as spectacle, as though all I wanted to see was Benoit's snap suplex rather than waste time listening to Eddie Guerrero talking about how he's really the father of blah blah blah and how he's going to etc.
The experience of coming in and out of the WWE's storylines definitely stripped a lot of narrative context from the matches that I've watched lately (and I've also downloaded a couple old Benoit matches), and the difference between dedicated watching (which allows the viewer to situate himself (cos come on, GIRLS don't watch the RASSLIN) in a narrative mode) and watching a match 'cold' is precisely the narrative/spectacle division.
However, a Benoit match that I
So, in a long-winded, roundabout way, I'm going to reiterate what I said in the previous post: even in spectacles that aren't naturally narrativistic, having a bit of story enhances our appreciation of it.
Indie rating: Chris Benoit - "Shooter"