Please bear with me, this is going to be a long post but a good one.
I make it no secret that I love professional wrestling. I grew up watching pro-wrestling like so many of my friends. We never worried about whether it was “real” or not, it was fun and entertaining and when you’re a kid, that’s all that matters. As I grew older, I knew it was a scripted show, but that didn’t diminish my enjoyment of it at all. I know when I go watch The Dark Knight that it’s scripted too, but you suspend your disbelief to be entertained. But as I began to learn more about the business of pro-wrestling, I learned that it is “real”, in that these guys destroy their bodies doing something that they love to entertain millions. They deal with inter-office politics just like the rest of us. They have kids, they have families and often times being a pro-wrestler can put you at odds with your family. There are successes and there are failures. Triumphs and hardships, both in front of the curtain and behind it. Knowing that gave me a new-found respect for the art. The art of your job being to make 20k fans think you’re laying a hurting on your co-worker, while your number one priority is to not hurt that co-worker. The art of one man making 20k people hate his guts just so they’ll adore his opponent, that opponent being his co-worker and friend. Pro-wrestling has given me a lot of enjoyment over the years, and outside of spending money on it, I hadn’t been able to give much of anything back, but that was going to change.