i just watched last night's royal rumble with vee. it's the first bit of wrestling i've seen in a year or so (i'm the biggest fake fan, i know)
i don't know how to begin to explain to normies that the participant i was most excited about was rey mysterio who i do not think ought to be wrestling anymore at fifty years old and with such a broken body (but knowing what kind of wrestler he is i don't imagine he'll ever accept retirement), but who i can't help cheering for anytime he's in a ring. like he was the number one entrant! and he held up for SO long, bless him
did i think he was gonna win? obviously not, that'd be ridiculous. did i think he was gonna do any particularly impressive moves? i was hoping he wouldn't, his knees have been fucked for two decades, and you could tell he slipped several times during the match. was i still emotional about him kicking off the match and squaring off against penta, and did i pop when he did his slow and gentle 619? hell yeah.
vee was so entertained at me yelling firmly at the other wrestlers "NO! SLOW! BE NICE TO GRANDPA!!" every time they picked him up, and then i was noticeably relieved when he got eliminated.












