Monday Night Raw
Just a picture from my Monday night. A couple of friends and I went to see some wrestling. The amount of sweaty pectorals was overwhelming but I made it through just fine. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
All jokes aside though anyone that scoffs at what these men and women (who are spectacular btw) do has never really watched it and understood it. The surgical precision with which these entertainers must perform their stunts is worthy of the same respect we give to other professionals. If you’ve ever seen the Undertaker perform his finishing move “the tombstone” you know what I’m talking about. How he hasn’t paralyzed every wrestler he’s taken down like that is beyond me and a testament to his skill and the skill of his fellow stuntmen. They are literally inches away from catastrophic mistakes every time they enter that ring to entertain us.
And if death defying displays of athleticism and insanity aren’t good enough watch it for the freak show. The sheer size of Batista’s arms or The Big Show’s barrel chest, like the Grand Canyon, do not disappoint when gazed upon in real life.
The only thing that’s truly fake about pro-wrestling is the delightfully cheesy expository drama.
Still bummed Triple H wasn’t there. 
Maybe next time. 
