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A bizarre dream, but distinctly logical.
My husband and I recently finished watching New Japan's Wrestle Kingdom (Japanese wrestling's version of the World Series). Of course, it was incredible with fantastic matches, and far superior than any US promotion.
I also went nuts over the entrances.
The entrances are my favorite parts. Impressive wrestling aside, the entrances, costumes, and music touch my theater side. I've worked as a theater producer, dramaturg, director, playwright, costume designer, and probably many other things I don't remember. I adore the pageantry, the flaunting magnanimity, and the genius certain wrestlers have with their look and characters. Some know how to communicate their characters using only their body. Others have some of the most ornate costumes I've ever seen, some worthy of the Met Gala red carpet.
My husband suggested I throw a letter in a bottle into the internet offering my services to be a Wrestling Artistic Consultant. Of course, why pick me to help, other than I'm free (for the moment)?
I know what I'm talking about.
So let's talk about who I like, why I like them, and what flaws I feel they have:
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