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I'm (Almost) Done watching WWE

I have been watching wrestling consistently every week for about 11 1/2 years now. I still remember the first show I watched in November of 1999. I saw Degeneration X beat up Test and break his nose. I saw The Rock but I don't remember what exactly he did but I was hooked from that first show. A friend of mine had asked me earlier that day about wrestling and I pretended like I watched it and just along with it. He kept on quoting The Rock and when I got home from school, I started quoting The Rock too. My brother said that I don't even watch WWF so I shouldn't be quoting the wrestlers so in an effort to validate myself, I started watching and have not stopped.


Wrestling used to be so entertaining. The personalities were so defined and the storyline was enthralling. Around 2002, it started to get a little bit worse but overall, still entertaining. It was still fun to watch up until around 2009.


Wrestling for me was more than a show. It's no secret that I was bullied a bit when I was younger so in a way, I lived vicariously through wrestling. When the bad guys would attack the good guys and the good guy would fight back and win, I would get a lot of joy from watching that. It was somewhat of an outlet for me in my teenage years.


Nowadays, wrestling has dwindled down to a bunch of young guys who lack devotion, passion and desire to stand out; many of them are just there because their fathers were wrestler. I have still been watching even though it's pretty boring now but I think that changed last week. My favorite guy, Edge, was forced to retire due to neck injury. I wasn't a fan of Edge's necessarily for his wrestling but he seemed like a really cool guy outside of the ring. I liked his musical taste, the way he dressed, his interests and I thought he was a unique wrestler. With him gone, there aren't many true talents left and it's not worth me spending 2 hours and 5 minutes watching every Monday night. I will still watch but I will watch a recording and skip through much of just to see the entertaining parts. To the WWE, thanks for many years of entertainment.

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