>>12143825You gotta be the /pw/ you want to see. They will call me a drone, they will call me a troon, they will call me a redditor. All of this rolls off of me like water. At the end of the day, I will rest easy knowing I am able to remember an era of massive polarity in the industry. Where people were able to do things they never though possible in part due to people who may not have stuck around, but in their time helped make wrestling in the west and all around the world what it is today. Hey, maybe their kids get into it, maybe their kids kids might one day, or maybe not. They assisted all the same in making a very strange form of ritualistic torture...
An art gallery of broken men, women, producers, bookers, roadies, malcontents, and misfits... Into a world power. Something that you can sit down and escape from the world in, commonplace now but in the 90's less so. A vehicle of hope. Sure, it broke down a lot, there were a lot of mechanic visits, some tire changes, but at the end of the day even the non-wrestling fans looked at it in the 90's and went "that's not bad." To some extent they still do. Every one in a while even if it's just a crazy spot, Skye Blue's doodoo oven, a very good promo that makes it feel real, or a funny comedy segment. It's all relative. Now, all of this being said, I actually think I should be called a redditor for this post. I'll take the bump. You got me, brother, take this match home. I'll get to the pay winduh next thread.
