Being a WWE fan is a lifetime phenomenon and one aphrodisiac experience.
There are many amazing aspects of being pro wrestling fans. But the most beautiful of them is that every pro wrestling fan has a story to tell.
It may be a match that swayed one’s senses. It might be an account of a little kid, who hid after watching The Undertaker for the first time. It might be anything, but without such tales hardly anybody can become a true pro wrestling fan.
Many things have inspired these stories. However, the most common factor to write so sublime scripts is “moments.” Without moments, there will not be many stories to tell, to share and to celebrate.
WWE has given us countless memorable moments. Some moments have taken our breath away. Some moments have inspired awe. And there have been times, when gratitude has found its way through our eyes.
However, once in a generation, there comes a moment that transcends every norm and paradigm. Such a moment does not merely remain a memorable event. It instead becomes an immortal portrait of this divine art.
Such moment captures our entire journey as a fan within few seconds. In times of gloom, in times of anxiety we want to relive this moment. During sleepless nights and on lazy Sunday mornings, we hit YouTube just to feel it once again.
Akin to millions like me, I too have such a moment, and it is the last few seconds of WrestleMania 26.
This article tries to tell a story of those few minutes, and what they meant to me as a fan.