Pro wrestling and rock ‘n’ roll have more in common than the snootier denizens of both mediums would care to admit, I’d wager. Both exist on the backs of a small army of larger-than-life personalities who are all, out of necessity, on tour forever. In the Reagan-era, the individual daily cocaine regimens of both WWF champions and hair metal headliners could kill a full-grown walrus. And viewed from the right angle, their hierarchies look kind of the same. More
