10 Stages Of Life As A Wrestling Fan
5. And Then…
A retrospectively laughable know-it-allism.
Emboldened by this new realm of knowledge, many of us felt that we knew it all via osmosis, utterly unaware that our takes were more laughably second hand than Lex Luger’s Hulk Hogan impression.
In our formative years, attuned to this new wavelength of critical acclaim, we begun to recoil at the very notion of the larger-than-life athlete, writing off the likes of Big Show and Mark Henry because they had the sheer temerity not to pull off a shooting star press, the boring f*cks.
Lavishing hysterical praise on the likes of Shannon Moore, who you just knew could make it as the next big wrestling megastar if Hulk Hogan would just retire already, this was the stage in which virtually any midcard act wearing long tights between 2000 and 2004 was instantly embraced as a WorkRate DemiGod. We (I) became vey pretentious in our adolescence in the pursuit of cool, and the defiance of authority and long-held institutions. Pop music sucks. Our parents suck.
But Shannon Moore f*cking rulez.