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October 28, 2018 1 min read
In my formative years, a huge part of my life revolved around the pseudo-sport of pro-wrestling. Not just as a ticket-buying fan, but as a student of the game, a backstage producer and, for a short but painful time, a worker myself.
Since those heady days of ego-maniacs and self-diagnosed concussions, I've grown weary of defending "sports-entertainment" from detractors. It particularly hurts at this current moment in time, when the WWE has an embarrassment of amazing, hard-working, and incredibly talented young athletes, yet seems completely stumped with how to showcase them.
I used to truly love pro-wrestling with a passion and I still do, to an extent. I definitely believe, on an independent level, it's in a better place today that it has been in decades. If only I'd stuck around, I coulda been a contender. Curse my ruined, made-from-crystal body. But let's travel back to a time and place where pro-wrestling was always fun, exciting and enjoyable. The time is the late '90s. The place is on the Nintendo 64.
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