You'd think wrestlers would be pleased to call it a day.
It's a punishing, punishing life clocking in and out of the office when your office isn't a desk but a load of desks flattened and fashioned into a 20x20 square with a thin layer of canvas on top. Where you don't so much park yourself listlessly on an ergonomically-efficient chair as throw yourself hard onto a surface about as kind as the retrograde carpet glued to most corporate floors. Where your office politics don't revolve around who used the last of the milk but who conspired with the boss to steal your spot, your job or your entire livelihood over something as inconsequential as a "creative difference".
It is, admittedly, a process that expedites ageing, wear and tear. With the mundanity the rest of us endure, our minds and bodies will at least theoretically allow us to plod on well into the Autumn of our existence. Wrestlers, historically, don't tend to run the ropes as well when their Summer draws in. Some, however, don't have the money not to.
These, for the most part, are not those wrestlers. These still had it all to play for until they got out, were taken out or simply parked a period of their career for something new.
We Need To Talk About Kevin (Nash).
Michael can be found in articles or on podcasts extolling the virtues of New Generation WWF, New Japan Pro Wrestling or the new WWE angle they definitely definitely won’t ruin this time.