>>10881129Here is the thing. Console wars are entertaining for the neckbeards who have never taken a bump, chop or even successfully done a 3/4 roll. Once you have been a human that has done one of those things (which most of you physically cannot, and won't ever accomplish) you don't really have a way to express your pent up rage whilst chugging your 2nd 2 liter of Mt.Dew Code Red in 2 hours level of hatred for something you know is fake, it is akin to comic needs crying when Thanos snapped. The only release of energy is typing hatred fiilled love for legit fake fighting, while your dried up dead baby residue and Flamin' Hot Cheeto dust exists all over the mouse and keyboard. Who fucking cares? The 10 year old kids in Argentina who play Soccer in dirt parking lots who shred themselves for the love of the game are infinantly cooler than you fat, virgin fucks arguing about ratings. Ratings are based off of root metrics. An imperfect science. It doesn't account for who is watching or what and why they watch. Someone might have it on while cooking pizza rolls (WWE fans looking right at ya buddies) not really watching, just background noise. Or the people who leave tvs on for their pets while they are out buying more cheats and Code Red with the venmo your dying grandmother deposited into your account so you can pay your Peacock subscription this month, that you claimed was for a tie for a job interview at Family Dollar. I remember when I was in wrestling school, getting to go over a 375 pound slob, I was 180 at the time, when I asked why I was going to score the pin, he said " You work, you grow, you learn and chick's hold your signs and buy your shitty merch, he is hungover, fat, hairy and lazy, the only people who would fuck him are bingo hall tweaker who are promised filet minion and given grandma's saulsbury steak tv dinners" it stuck with me. My ankle injuries were tough to come back from after lifting and holding so many fat, slobs that don't get ratings
