This is a more serious thread. (sorta) Just try and be serious too, alright?
I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be a wrestling fan. It's a lonely existence, shelling out money for pay per views, buying t-shirts, being called a faggot on the street (they're right, literally all wrestling fans are all faggots).
You see, I'm what in "professional terms" is called a "smark". Which is basically a person who watches wrestling but knows a bit about the insides of how matches are worked, and backstage politics etc.
Now, generally smarks are more critical of wrestling. My overall critical nature doesn't help that. So when there's a story where a leprechaun wants to put his dick into a french/canadian woman's vagina, I almost feel physical pain.
Now, being a fan of this shit means you watch. Even if it's terrible, you watch. It's like a sort of instance where you only watch/read/whatever something in hopes that it gets better. But the thing is, when it's bad, it's really bad.
I can recall off the top of my head two storylines involving an obese black man being called "Sexual Chocolate" and impregnating an old woman who gave birth to a hand, and a feud for a world heavyweight championship title involving the brother of an undead wrestling being accused of committing necrophilia upon his deceased ex-girlfriend.
And even after this shit, people still continue to watch this shit. There's only one explanation; we like shirtless men.
TL;DR:
I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be a wrestling fan. It's a lonely existence, shelling out money for pay per views, buying t-shirts, being called a faggot on the street (they're right, literally all wrestling fans are all faggots).
You see, I'm what in "professional terms" is called a "smark". Which is basically a person who watches wrestling but knows a bit about the insides of how matches are worked, and backstage politics etc.
Now, generally smarks are more critical of wrestling. My overall critical nature doesn't help that. So when there's a story where a leprechaun wants to put his dick into a french/canadian woman's vagina, I almost feel physical pain.
Now, being a fan of this shit means you watch. Even if it's terrible, you watch. It's like a sort of instance where you only watch/read/whatever something in hopes that it gets better. But the thing is, when it's bad, it's really bad.
I can recall off the top of my head two storylines involving an obese black man being called "Sexual Chocolate" and impregnating an old woman who gave birth to a hand, and a feud for a world heavyweight championship title involving the brother of an undead wrestling being accused of committing necrophilia upon his deceased ex-girlfriend.
And even after this shit, people still continue to watch this shit. There's only one explanation; we like shirtless men.
TL;DR:
- Spoiler:
- This is a more serious thread. Just try and be serious too, alright?
I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be a wrestling fan. It's a lonely existence, shelling out money for pay per views, buying t-shirts, being called a faggot on the street (they're right, literally all wrestling fans are all faggots).
You see, I'm what in "professional terms" is called a "smark". Which is basically a person who watches wrestling but knows a bit about the insides of how matches are worked, and backstage politics etc.
Now, generally smarks are more critical of wrestling. My overall critical nature doesn't help that. So when there's a story where a leprechaun wants to put his dick into a french/canadian woman's vagina, I almost feel physical pain.
Now, being a fan of this shit means you watch. Even if it's terrible, you watch. It's like a sort of instance where you only watch/read/whatever something in hopes that it gets better. But the thing is, when it's bad, it's really bad.
I can recall off the top of my head two storylines involving an obese black man being called "Sexual Chocolate" and impregnating an old woman who gave birth to a hand, and a feud for a world heavyweight championship title involving the brother of an undead wrestling being accused of committing necrophilia upon his deceased ex-girlfriend.
And even after this shit, people still continue to watch this shit. There's only one explanation; we like shirtless men.