When people say professional wrestling is back they mean professional wrestling is back to being what it was to before Vince. A heaping pile of dogshit where guys are all trained in local community centers and wrestle in bumblefuck bars for a pack of weiners and a motel room. Once in a blue moon you'll get a guy who holds three regional belts and cringy fucks in their basement will cream their shit about how many tapes of his theyve traded for. And this time, the belts are billy corgans and the guy is trevor murdock. Your choice is that or tranny shit. 2.0 is the last chance at saving wrestling