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It's kind of like a metaphor for TNA: the fans at the IMPACT! Zone are showing up every taping and drinking the kool-aid, then staring blankly when the clusterfuck of stuff happens... most notably (in an ironic twist) during this exact angle.
And I'm saying this as someone who watches TRYING to give them a fair chance instead of shitting on them for no reason, though I usually end up about 1 1/2 hours poorer in my life more often than entertained from front to back.
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