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.

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A bit of sad news: Because of a mistake on my part, there is a slight delay in the shipping of my Bullet Club 10th anniversary jacket. The good news though: I’m sure I will still get it sometime this August. I’m looking forward to that day!

What else? Well, when it comes to work, I started working on checklists yesterday and I finished them all today. That’s 2 days – a record for me. I hope I can be this fast with completing billings for this month. Father had told me to work on those billings more quickly.

And time’s up.

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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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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.