In Row R, Seat 17, there’s a kid. He’s young, doesn’t really
know the names of anyone yet. But tonight? Tonight he picks up one name. The
guy who inspires him, captivates him. Or maybe he comes out and presses on
every button, and the kid now has an arch-enemy to despise.
In Seat 18, the kid’s parent is there. She came just to
watch over her kid, but tonight, they form a bond, they share an emotion
invested in one specific wrestler, forever.
Now imagine that every seat has someone like that. Then you
can start to truly perform.
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