Since wrestling is apparently only about moves now - Roman Reigns only knows five, but there are also too many (!) - they tend to dominate much of the discourse, and less flippantly, they do so because this elite global class of talent is outstanding.
Kenny Omega's One-Winged Angel is amazing because it is protected to a mythological extent, and is so convoluted in execution that it builds the struggle of drama and the story of his matches. Jon Moxley's Paradigm Shift is a literal elevation on his old Dirty Deeds finish, and he knows precisely when to deliver it from a greater, more sickening height in order to put over the most worthy opponents in defeat. Adam Cole's Last Shot is perfectly in-character; he spends his matches, like a next-gen Edge, constantly slipping away from his opponents. It's so fitting that he ends them with a strike from behind. Kazuchika Okada's Rainmaker is both wince-inducing lunging strike and a platform on which to get his opponents over, too; this year, Jay White nope'd it in a great bit of d*ckhead psychology.
Wrestling's past is losing itself to time because the present is so vital.