been thinking real hard abt the term “wrestling soulmates” lately. what a beautiful and romantic term to come out of something as seemingly primitive as professional wrestling. the idea of two people meeting while doing what they love, and suddenly they’re intertwined in a way that not everyone gets to feel. like their very molecules have been attuned to each other all along, they just needed to find each other to feel it. and then they spend their years fighting and forgiving each other, over and over, because everyone watching can see how much they shine together no matter their current relationship. it’s chemistry and history, blending together to make something unreplaceable. it must be such a beautiful feeling. i’m almost sorry i’ll never get to experience it.

i fucking loveee wrestling soulmates. wrestlers who make sure you can feel the weight of their decades of history everytime they share a space together. wrestlers who willingly and lovingly accept being defined by another person. who can't stop telling stories about each other because they fucking love each other, in some way or another. wrestlers who make the story they're telling, who fight for the right for their story to live.