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The year was 1985. Enter the days of sweat pants, singlets, peg boards, wrestling shoes, trash bags, the unappreciated sacrifice of the toughest sport on roster: wrestling. Making weight was the time honored ritual that determined whether or not you would be taken seriously. Long hours of road work, a starvation diet, and the exclusion of any real social life that would break those regular people where the fuel for the fire of every hardcore wrestler. Everyone knew who the top wrestlers were and if you weren't gunning for the top then you really weren't anyone. There was no team to blame for a loss, there was no strategy mishandled by someone else to hide behind. Out there, it's just you and your opponent. Out there, the only one who decides whether you win or lose is you.
"But all I ever settled for is that we're born to live and then to die, and... we got to do it alone, each in his own way. And I guess that's why we got to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow. 'Cause when you get right down to it - there isn't." -Louden Swain