Category: Pro Wrestling

Professional wrestling (pro wrestling or wrestling for short) is a form of physical live theater with wrestlers as the performers and the ring (or any place that can be converted into a place of battle) as the stage. The match outcome is predetermined, the moves are choreographed, yet the performers’ pain is real.

The Deranged Writer grew up watching professional wrestling; particularly WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). Through the years, he has a love/hate relationship with it, but it will always have a special place in his heart.

10-Minute Warning XLIV

One thing to note about today: Before evening, I joined Father in watching badminton videos on YouTube, and then we both watched WWE clips after. And you know what? I enjoyed every minute of it, and I’m a guy who has a love-hate relationship with badminton (long story), Father is aware that professional wrestling is scripted, and we rarely spend time with just the two of us.

Here’s to more quality time with Father. I’m so glad we both like wrestling somehow, and I’m enjoying watching (again) the sport he loves without getting back in the court. (At least not anytime soon.)

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10-Minute Warning XLIII

OK. What can I share here in under 10 minutes? Not much.

I quote my friend again, “In the darkest of times, try to focus on the glimpses of hope.” And right now, the Foo Fighters and the Bullet Club 10th anniversary jacket (something I bought recently and is now on the way to my house) are some of my glimpses of hope. If it weren’t for them and other things that cheer me up and people that lift me up, I would be dwelling in the darkness too much again.

That’s it. That’s all I can share now. Now let me rest.

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10-Minute Warning XLI

So, what can I share here under 10 minutes?

Today started at an indie gig afterparty at a small bar near Taft Avenue with my younger brothers, their bandmates, mutual friends, and the general crowd. I admit that my legs feel sore after standing for 5 hours straight, but seeing great bands in their element makes the soreness worth it.

At 2:30am, Younger Brother and I parted ways with Youngest Brother, and we arrived home at 3am. And because I took my nightly medicine too late and had no work to do during the daytime, I woke up at 2pm. That’s way too late on a weekday, even for me. And I woke up feeling a bit shitty and anxious. (That happens sometimes when I oversleep.)

But then I checked my email and learned my Bullet Club 10th anniversary lightweight jacket has been finally shipped. Cool! A dear friend once told me to “in the darkest of times, try to focus on the glimpses of hope.” In this case, my glimpse of hope and my dose of positivity is that cool Bullet Club jacket. I’m looking forward to wearing it soon!

And time’s up.

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