"There's no kayfabe in the business anymore. "
My whole life I heard this repeated time and time again from my father and other old wrestlers.
In 1954 a 24year old Herb Gerwig was living in Cleveland fresh out of the Marines playing semi pro football, and working construction. In his free time he would workout at the local YMCA, where he met an old wrestler by the name of "Gentleman" Fred Bozik. One night there was a snow storm and some of the wrestlers couldn't make it in to Cleveland, so Fred calls my dad and asks him to come down to the arena and fill in. He got down there, was handed a pair of old green tights and shoes. "Who am I wrestling? " He asked. The promoter pointed to an old man sitting in the corner. My dad said he thought, I'm young, strong, in the best shape of my life, there's no way that old man has a chance. He went out, the bell rang and the old man beat the the hell outta him. "He tied me up like a pretzel" he used to always say. The old man was Ralph Ruffy Silverstein, who was a former NCAA champion in 1935.
Young Herb Gerwig wrestled on and off for the next year or so getting his ass handed to him night after night, quiting several times and not knowing wrestling was a work. They never told him it was fake!
That's how well protected the business used to be. There were no smart marks, or wrestling reality TV shows.
"I still feel that old SOB" he'd say.
THAT IS TRUE KAYFABE