Everybody has something important to them.
Well wrestling is important to me.
They're away from home for over 300 days in the year.
All for you, all for me.
You love 'em, you hate 'em, you love 'em again.
You got to live shows, house shows, PPV, we chant and boo.
We buy their merchandise and magazines.
They make appearances and sign stuff for us.
Die hard fans know all the juicy gossip and their real names.
They have no privacy, that's a shame.
They love us even if they never met us.
Real wrestling fans never judge them by their on-screen personalities.
They love the support, we love them.
They get surgeries and risk their lives.
Yet they come back even if their gone for months at a time.
We can count on them to steal the show.
And our hearts in the process.
Most people have crushes on them and cry when they see them.
So happy, I bet they get butterflies.
It takes a lot of courage to go and say hi.
Though something's may change.
My love for wrestling will not die.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own wrestling. I own the poem, though.
A/n: I wrote this because from fight to finish, I'm a wrestling fan for life! Tell me what you think, please!