wrestling

I walked into the arena. All around me were people dressed up, kids, teens, and even older men. After entering the arena I made my way through the groups that were huddled around the concession stands and memorabilia stands. Eventually, after dodging and running over a few people I made it to my seats. Getting through the crowds reminded me of my high school days when I played football. After I made it to my seat I sat down with my friends and discussed what I was in store for tonight, then the lights went out and there was a main spot light pointed at the entrance of the arena. Music started to play and three beautiful women worked their way down the ramp. That’s the moment that I realized that I was proud to be a wrestling fan.
I have been a wrestling fan as far as I could remember. I think it all started when I was two or three when my eighteen year old cousin at the time use to baby sit me. Every time he came over he would bring a tape with that month’s wrestling papervie...