Professional wrestling is not a noble endeavor. It’s not a dream job.
There is no honor in what we do.
Spray Tans, baby oil, make up to cover our blemishes.
There is no honor in what we do.
Colorful gear, banger theme music, catch phrases that sell you a tshirt.
There is no honor in what we do.
Ratings, buy rates, what’s the gate?
Are we here for passion or profit?
We wear the vail of a gimmick to mask our true identity and then we complain on social media (non confrontational)
Shake hands only to stab each other in the back
We verbatim regurgitate a script like mindless drone
We feel obligated to laugh at our boss’s jokes
Trade backstage information to bump up our star rating
Politic politic politic politic politic
There is no honor in what we do
Honor is in purpose.
Honor is in executing a plan with violent precision
Honor is in fighting for yourself
You have been warned
#FreeEC3
#ControlYourNarrative
