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To me wrestling isn’t just a matter of fights and story lines. It’s a matter of growing up. Following some fresh faced dude named Bret through the years… Being part of a trend called Hulkamania… seeing some blue blood use a double under hook face buster go from a dude who jobbed to a hog farmer to one of the best wrestlers behind a microphone. I can honestly say I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.
It’s staying up late at night with rented PPVs from the local video store watching WMIV with my two older brothers, and not seeing the final match until a few months ago when I rented it again. It’s marking out at parties with friends when someone ordered a PPV. Yet, much like life, it’s not all happy memories…
As awesome as it is to see people accomplish their dreams, it’s even more humbling to see someone’s end. I got choked up when Droz got powerbombed by D-Lo, and I still miss Owen Hart. Watching “Beyond The Matt” and seeing Jake Roberts… Jake “The Snake” Roberts… The Jesus Christ of Ring Psychology down a downward spiral to hell! Koko B. Ware still wants some spotlight… Hearing how Bobby Heanan was, and hearing him now… Seeing Randy Orton behind the mic and not seeing Kurt Angle wrestle… painful….
I like wresting because it’s what I grew up on. Right after Saturday Morning cartoons wrestling was on the USA Network, there was a point in my life where I didn’t miss Raw for a solid two years, and today, even though I can’t watch it as much with my schedule, I still keep up whenever I can.
I like wrestling because it turned from a program to part of my own history. Was it the storyline? Was it the wrestling? Was it the larger than life personas? To this very day the only thing I know is the wrestler who got me hooked (Randy Savage) is now a part retarded rapper. Well, if I had to say it was one thing… I’d shut up because I believe it’s a combo of everything. It’s not one thing.
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