It was so beautiful. I've been openly weeping for hours. Danielson vs. Ospreay is a seminal classic, unique in its construction, conception, and execution, so far above anything else the industry has ever produced it feels vulgar to even call it pro wrestling. I witnessed an act of divinity on my screen tonight. I was not prepared, nay not worthy to see it. Like Eve before me, I've committed a grave sin by glimpsing at the divine knowledge imparted by Ospreay and Danielson in that ring. And yet, I'm not sorry. I need more. Inject that shit into my veins. If I had a genie with me all three wishes would be to see Danielson vs. Ospreay for the first time again.