We gave it a B-
Operating at the highest level of sophistication a third-grade reading level can manage, the authors take an almost scholarly approach to their subject — that is, if you consider ”s — – kicker” a technical term. But must they italicize shibboleths like camel clutch and Boston crab as if they were vocabulary words in a textbook? Exactly how stupid do they think wrestling fans are? (Cue crickets.) Respect issues aside, Headlocks is a brisk and serviceable, if somewhat remote, overview of WWF impresario McMahon’s rise to tacky greatness — a professional journey that the authors contrast with that of his ring rival, Ted Turner. There’s less of the promised sex than the title suggests, but there are plenty of the usual revelations (shady business deals, drug cover-ups), though none more startling (SPOILER ALERT) than this bombshell: Apparently, wrestling is fake.