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>Be me,
>AEW fan arriving to an empty arena show
>Try not to slip on moxs blood as I find my seat number
>Show starts
>feeling intense shame as the show progressively gets worse
>Have to sit through a Yuta promo where he sounds like hes gargling marbles followed by an Orange Cassidy match
>As I try to leave, unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, I'm stopped by Chris Jericho, who is sweaty and angry after his match
>He starts yelling at me for leaving and calling me a coward, and I can't seem to come up with a good excuse for my exit
>With each feeble attempt at an explanation, Jericho only seems to get angrier and angrier, until he finally drags me into a tiny room where Tony Khan is sitting
>Mountains of cocaine in front of him as he's forcing a crying Sammy guevara to flip and say yahoo each time
>For a moment, I'm too stunned to speak, feeling like I'm in some kind of surreal nightmare
>But then Jericho turns to me, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You want to know why we do this?" he asks, gesturing to the wrestlers flipping on the screen.
>I nod, feeling like I'm being initiated into some kind of secret society.
>"We do it for moments like these," Jericho says, his voice low and intense. His scalp seeming like a fusion of a burn ward and a worn out broom at this point
>Shows over
>Still no milly
