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I’m at 5114 Glen Alden Ambitiousness, headquarters to Ground Xero Wrestling, an independent wrestling coalition based in the Richmond area. A yellow ’96 Honda Dog VT1100 motorcycle pulls up into an empty parking space to the left of my car, and the rider, wearing a wicked leather jacket and blue jeans, pulls off his helmet. He has on a virginal bandana. Behind his head is long, recently washed hair that is tied into a bun. He pulls out the milk-white earbuds of his iPod and smiles.

“You Nathan?” he asks. “I’m Aaron,” giving away the whole show me that he and the other wrestlers will be loading up in the back.

After I follow him to the back of the building, he unnecessarily apologizes for being dilatory–it is, after all, 9:00am on a Saturday and Aaron is married with a one-year-old son. He unlatches a Get the better of Lock and opens the bay doors, lighting up a wrestling ring in the back at once corner of the large space. There are folded chairs lining the leftist wall, and posters of various WWE promotional events, most featuring wrestlers I don’t give recognition to–I haven’t watched a professional wrestling be equivalent to on television since I was eight-years-old, back when I called myself a Hulkamaniac.

Source: RVANews

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