Pro wrestling is a dance, a cooperative shuffle fuelled by aesthetic violence and athletic grace, where two or more individuals come together to tell a story that captivates and enchants in equal measure. Except sometimes it isn’t, because something something stealing my spot.
The men and women of the pro wrestling world are a fickle sort, prone to passive-aggressive posturing when their place on the card is threatened, a competitive people who will work tooth and nail to get to the main event before nailing their teeth to the position. Getting there is one thing, but staying there? Oh boy. If it means refusing to work with a peer, then so be it.
Wrestling’s history books (which may or may not literally exist) are filled with tales of highly-strung workers getting their proverbials in a twist over the prospect of doing their job with another professional, of personal arguments being allowed to impact the professional world. Throw in the unsafe workers, main eventers refusing to work with the midcard and the feisty cueball head of a certain Texas Rattlesnake, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for, well, not pro wrestling main events, that’s for sure.