We killed (video game) pro wrestling. We killed the teen dream. Deal with it.

This ain’t Fire Pro, it’s reality. This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race.

So here we are 48 hours out from Capitol Wrestling’s second event. This morning, me (I’ll happily cast myself in the Rose Magowan in 1999 film Jawbreaker role) and my friends snuck into the house that mainstream, independent, and video game wrestling inhabit as one bizarre monolithic mini-mega-monster, and we gagged it with a jawbreaker so it couldn’t scream. Then, we threw it in the trunk. And, because we saw the movie, we know EXACTLY what happens next. Herein lies why.

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