It’s hard not to get romantic about wrestling.
When you’re standing head to head with a gladiator across from you your mind takes a break and lets your body take over. A human autopilot. A barbaric brawl turns to a symphony, fighters turn to graceful swans, and hard work turns to results. That’s wrestling. More than just a feat of strength. You stand eye to eye with a behemoth knowing that you are superior. If your mind is betting against you, you will lose. Every time you sink your first step into the mat you are the baddest man on the damn