This whole post is a masterclass. But I’m still waiting for someone to name the real unsung hero of American storytelling: WrestleMania.
You want threads? Try a 10-year arc of grudges, betrayals, and redemption—all told through sweaty monologues and flying elbows. You think Hamilton had layers? The Undertaker buried his own brother alive twice and still got cheered like a saint.
Joe, your breakdown of “I’m not throwing away my shot” is spot-on. That’s a thread. But so is Mick Foley’s tooth sticking out of his nose while he keeps climbing the cage. It’s a metaphor for persistence. For pain. For the story demanding more from you than you planned to give.
Again, super helpful.
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This whole post is a masterclass. But I’m still waiting for someone to name the real unsung hero of American storytelling: WrestleMania.
You want threads? Try a 10-year arc of grudges, betrayals, and redemption—all told through sweaty monologues and flying elbows. You think Hamilton had layers? The Undertaker buried his own brother alive twice and still got cheered like a saint.
Joe, your breakdown of “I’m not throwing away my shot” is spot-on. That’s a thread. But so is Mick Foley’s tooth sticking out of his nose while he keeps climbing the cage. It’s a metaphor for persistence. For pain. For the story demanding more from you than you planned to give.
Lol. I can't wait for Aaron Burgess to see this comment.
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Strangely, I went to see Hamilton yesterday, in Plymouth, West UK. A family treat for my birthday.