This is an innocent childish impossible fantasy dream childish confession. When I was kid———-I was really into wrestling——-sports entertainment, the athleticism and I have been in a wheelchair since like 5 years old. How I wished I could walk and move and be like wrestlers. Big–and strong and able to move freely. I always knew it was probably fake. But I still watched it anyway. I wanted to be involved in it somehow. I attended one wrestling event when I was a kid. I played the video games. I bought in to the hype. There is something about it. I fills a void. Yes– —-they are of ten failed athletes—flawed men and women. Some are to be more respected than others. Though all the scandals—–bad press and even the Benoit murder suicides. Wrestling is scripted for entailment purposes but it is not fake. The sacrifice and dedication it takes to be one. If it we’re so easy———-we’d all do it. That’s why they are paid what they are. 300 days a year in a different city being slaves to the road. Often their second bride… Often giving into the temptations of of the road dog life. I like my hero’s flawed. So don’t ever call pro wrestling fake——-no more fake than all the other soap opera’s on TV. I’ve said my peace.
