It flows within us, more rampantly than blood: the passion for pro wrestling.
For all of our troubles, the haven is present, ready and willing to make us shout in excitement and groan in agony.
It is in existence because it knows you can’t help but laugh at the silliest premise; it is aware that you cannot hold back the tears you wish to shed.
But are you aware of its control?
The tattered remains of a once great journal stood before me, the dossier that once held some of the most captivating texts was lost to the world.
I look around to find but a few desks still occupied, the once great community that ushered in an era of greatness that would now...
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