It’s a weird time in wrestling. To win you need to be old school enough to sweep the crutches out of from under all the excuses, and modern enough to re-mask it and avoid lawsuits.


Z went full woke, departed from Gable, and nurtured his athletes. They had his momentary affection and trust. But there is an even deeper love, which is cutting the bullshiz and helping them get on the podium: a lifelong reward.