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Imagine being some kid in the Midwest, and Daniel Bryan was your favorite wrestler. You tune into this new promotion that he’s chosen to work for. Now you’ve got to put up with him saying “shit” every two words (Mom doesn’t like hearing that on the TV), him acting disingenuous (you loved his sincerity) and he’s beating up the nerds like you instead of wrestling the actual bullies.
“Meh, maybe I’ve grown out of wrestling.”
They’re tone fucking deaf.
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