The recent news released today exposing the use of steroids in our most respected sport, Professional Wrestling, was like a well choreographed punch in my gut. It was like a properly timed and executed suplex to my heart. I was both shocked and appalled, and had to set down my Coors Light and lay down on my bean-bag to absorb this information.
Steroids in Professional Wrestling? How could they do this? Baseball, football, I understand. But WRESTLING? They've totally cheapened the integrity of the sport. A sport (the only REAL sport in my mind) that prides itself on honesty, has been dealt a low blow the ref just happened to miss, like steroids.
I was initially shocked at the fact that any one of these gracefully lubricated men had done any sort physique enhancing drug. When I look at these soldiers of the ring, I don't even see athletes, I see replicas of God himself. These perfect Adonnises performing feats above and beyond any man. I couldn't believe that a single one of them, not Stone Cold Steve Austin, not The Rock, not The Undertaker, or anyone of these perfectly named Titans could even belittle themselves enough to partake in something that petty "athletes" do. This sport (and I only call it a sport for lack of a better word. Supersport or possibly Sport of the Gods would pay this past time the respect it deserves) was, in my eyes, the last beacon of chastity in today's world.
I don't even know what to think next time I watch a closeline-rope bounce-double kick combo move. Is this man being assisted by drugs? And what if the body slam record is broken? Should it count? Should there be an asterisk?
I like to think that in a sport as real and unbiased as this one that the man who holds the oversized gold belt above his head after winning a match using a folding chair against his opponent will do this with pride knowing that he did it on his own, without the shame of steroids on his conscience.
-CalexicoD
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