The Lost Diary of a 1980s Pro Wrestling Referee

Chris Rosenthall
9 min readMar 29, 2021
(Photo: Ross LaRocco)

On February 10, 1989, World Wrestling Federation president Vince McMahon altered the course of human history in a manner that could never be reversed. Trying to avoid paying the fees that sporting events typically have to pay their state athletic commissions, McMahon pulled back his industry’s veil of secrecy during a New Jersey senate hearing, officially clarifying that professional wrestling wasn’t so much a legitimate sporting event, but a form of entertainment, right down to the predetermined outcomes. Sure, some had their doubts prior to this moment, but at that point, the secret was finally out: Pro wrestling wasn’t completely “fake” (being thrown off a ladder hurts even if you planned on being thrown from said ladder), but it wasn’t totally “real” either. This is the diary of Ken Carson, the last referee to find out.

January 8, 1989

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe it, it’s finally happening. After all these years of practicing in my room, after the countless matches in friends’ backyards and empty gymnasiums, I finally got the call: This Monday, I’m heading to the big leagues.

You know, I’ll never forget the day Dad took me to WrassleCastle 14 for my birthday. The Main Event was Lumberjack Nicholson vs The Kung Fu Kid for the heavyweight championship, and from that very moment, I…

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Chris Rosenthall

You may know me as Joe the policeman in the What's Going Down episode of That's My Momma.