#wrestlig

And here’s to hoping joe wears the black and yellow shorts

Finally

su codazo bonico de Ariel Levy

Wrestling isn’t always good at beginnings or endings. When a promotion is running smoothly, it exists as a perpetual motion machine, with angles that lead to storylines that lead to matches that all tangle around each other into a narrative ouroboros of violence and excess. Feuds can have legendary blow off matches and then the same two wrestlers will continue to face each other again at house shows, or square up again on TV within a few months. Unsung enhancement talent will eventually establish themselves as legitimate stars worth pushing, before fading back down the card as their careers wind down. When people compare wrestling to a soap opera, they’re not just talking about the similarly passionate fan bases, the broad acting, or the sense of outlandishness that both share; they’re also talking about the fuzziness of their stories, and how neither ever truly ends until they get cancelled or go out of business.