Pro Wrestling is like a brain virus. It enters your heart and it won't leave.
It'll ruin you, your life, your body, your mind.
But god...
It really is splendid, isn't it?
Can you match the conviction of a man-not with his life on the line....but with the entire core of his life on the line?
He knows he's going to die.
But it doesn't matter, because he's got a show to put on.
Notes:
I've never thought about if ants sleep. huh.
Also, interesting contrast to have our boy not have any bone damage (like his father) but Ryuutarou had a minor fracture.
"Woah! We got hit with a gender changing...whatsit. Wait, Ralsei, you look exactly the same."
"S-SO DOES KRIS!!"
"Well, duh, Kris is a human."
"...huh?"
"...I mean, all humans are nonbinary and have time powers, duh"
"...HUH?!"
"...You're a Yakuza, a Pro-Wrestler, and you got knocked the fuck out by some rando in a bar?"
"..."
"AND you have THAT HAIRCUT?"
"..."
"...Did you just bold and itallic your ellipses"
"fuck you"
"I look lame but I am still actually working."
"..."
"You're thinking about how Ryuko flicks pencils at the ceiling tiles again aren't you."
"Sometimes I have dreams where she dies at her desk and I cannot bring myself to cry at her funeral."
"Jesus, dude."