Wrestling

Its not about wrestling, I shitted this out

Wrestling

I remember being at age 6

In my grandmothers room with an old television set

When I first discovered professional wrestling

My first worldly obsession was met

Royal Rumble 2006, my first hero the luchador who didn't meet the bosses height

He came in at #2 persevered until the very end, a miraculous fight

Until then I was hooked to the oddness and weirdness that is professional wrestling

Its all scripted and fake ,but like all forms of entertainment the stories were not

Funny, ridiculous, traumatic, loving, enduring, enlightening 

They put butts on the seats and sacrifice their bodies as they fought

Smiles, laughter's, chants, tears, sweat in the crowds as thousands of matches were performed

Bitched, praised, attacked, different fanbases are formed 

Wrestlemania 22, my first ever spectacle

My hero the luchador won his first world title

Alongside a man who can't be seen ending a reign of terror

My spectacles, my escape as I wrestled pillows imitating moves

Speaking promo's to GI Joe's as i pitted them against my wrestling figures

Even then my escape was never enough 

As I grew older, spirals of madness slowly began to linger

Often I would picture the world and treat it as a wrestling  ring

To prevent my soul and my heart from feeling horrid stings

Was I quite the lunatic? looking back then  probably yes

It took a handful of years for me to fully caress 

In a chaotic environment with a mind of innocence

Like me and a billion had not met their own penance 

Years have passed

Thousands of matches, storylines spoken through its universe 

An unbeatable streak, snatched by a beast

That man who can't be seen now face's the fans of terror 

A bearded underdog who overcame obstacles 

And a hundred of them more, inspiring the generations 

To chase after their dreams, improve their well being physically and mentally 

Or perhaps to see the world more creatively 

As for me well? The world might have broken me in half 

I would be a liar if I said my problems were  few 

However if you're so curious to know, in the most desperate time of need

I have always kicked out of 2

WrestleMania 40

A Canadian luchador, my hero wins unexpectedly for a title win

A man who used to be never seen ends a reign of terror 

In a loving environment with a mind littered with controlled chaos 

Like me and many others have officially found their own penance 

Thousands of matches, storylines spoken to the next generation

And on going forward now then forever

Around the globe entertaining different weathers

In full honesty, I really have no idea why I wrote this

Deep in my heart I have always seen pro wrestling differently from the many 

I guess what i'm trying to say is always kick out of 2