In fact, every shot I see of Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler makes him looks like the saddest sack on Earth. Is being repeatedly beaten with a folding chair really so hard on the psyche? Is it so emotionally crippling to have a large, stringy-haired, half-naked man shout in your face, jump off a ladder, and attempt to force his body across yours, all while you have to kind of go along with it as part of an act? Yeah, probably. That sounds awful. That is the nightmare of a nightmare. I would only agree to become a professional wrestler if it was a respite from prison. Why is this pseudo-sport still existing?
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