When Wrestling died

I used to be a fan of wrestling. That was until I saw it live, but not for the usual reasons. Most people seem to see it in person and it's so blatantly fake that they can't see it in the same light again. I however watched the greatest matches I have ever seen, then went home and was unable to watch it again since there was no buzz, no atmosphere. The kick in the knackers is that it was almost all B/C class "superstars" too.

Other things changed that night. I used to hate the wrestler Christian because he was a pompous ass, but once he entered the room I could see why. There's a reason he's called captain Charisma.

When it came to the big event I was overjoyed. When Rick Flair stood on stage I lead the crowd with a few "Wooooooooo's" as is traditional. But when Shawn Michaels came on to face him, I remembered how much I hated that guy. I don't know why, I just always have and always will. It was because of this I (possibly foolishly) waited until everything went silent and shouted at the top of my lungs "Shawn Michaels, you suck!". I'm sure he heard me but pretended not to listne. Ever since then I've had to look over my shoulder just in case. You never know when a vengeaful wrestler will clock you from behind, but it'll probably be when the camera cuts to you backstage by some flukey coincidence.