Like, yeah, come do this job. There's a 5% mortality rate, and a life of pain ahead. Those boys really love to tell stories and hit each other for real. That's why you cannot tell me shit about wrestling ever.
I remember when Yokozuna died, like what the hell. Then Eddie. I saw Brodie Lee go, Bray go, Jay go, the Butcher and now PAC. Is easy to forget how these men have seen so many of their peers go and have to come to terms with their odds of also dying on the way.