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Hossein Khosrow Ali Vaziri, aka "The Iron Sheik"
b. 1942 March 15
d. 2023 June 7
This one's a bit tough to write, because enough people I know have had at least a passing familiarity with the man, but not enough to truly appreciate his genius and his dedication to his craft.
And I have to emphasize both "genius" and "dedication"
You want dedication? During the height of both 'kayfabe' (the term indicating when pro wrestling went to any length to present itself as a competitive sport) AND the Cold War, Mr. Vaziri was willing to play (to the hilt) a stereotypical America-hating foreign villain trope. Dedication *and courage*, I should add, if the litany of death threats is any indication.
Yet all the same, he continued to deliver his legendarily laconic promo -- "Iran #1, USA *HAWK TUAH*" [edit: sorry, couldn't resist!] -- that didn't just incense fans, but more importantly, drew them into the stadium.
For indeed, no theatric hero can ever triumph without a strong villain to overcome, and beyond any doubt, The Iron Sheik played that to a T. Most of you might remember his match with Hulk Hogan that shot the latter to the moon. For people a bit older, they remember his battles in the 1970s against Bob Backlund, a man best described as Archie Andrews with a collegiate wrestling background; in other words, the epitome of post-war all-American virtue.
Tragedy would later befall Mr. Vaziri's life; I won't go into the details because the rawness of those wounds put some truly hard times on him and his family. But in the end, he persevered, and was able to evolve into his final form -- that goofy, exaggerated social media presence that even non-fans of wrestling came to love. Vulgar language, ALL IN SHOUTY CAPS, promising to "humble" (pardon me, "HUMBLE") some "JABRONI". Sometimes, it would be a former co-worker, including perpetual whipping boy Hulk Hogan; on occasion, it would be some morally repugnant politician sunk to their knees in retrograde bullshit.
Either way, "Sheiky Baby"'s social media team gave him a shelf-life that far exceeded the simple melodramatic trope he first excelled at.
And in the end, and when viewed in a modern lens, The Iron Sheik's story is a truly fantastic one: a legitimate badass athlete from humble beginnings in a small village in Iran, he had a career that grew all the way from "ethnic villain stereotype" trope to a champion of diversity and progress, as the WWF/E's first and only Iranian-American World Heavyweight Champion.
No, he didn't change with the times; he remained steadfast, and instead, changed the surrounding times just that little bit needed. Such was the force of his charisma, his charm, his athletic prowess, and his natural showmanship.
May he now begin to rest in peace.