P6W Debut

They cheered. They were excited. They laughed. They cried. They were mesmerized.

They had the time of their lives.

Who were "they?"

"They" were the members of the Standing Room Only crowd that Bore Witness to the first Pier 6 Wrestling Live event, held on June 22nd at Pineapple Jack's in Rochester, NY.

And many of them will return for the second presentation, to be held in that same Hallowed Ground on Sunday, August 3rd, at 4 PM.

Was it pro wrestling at it's penultimate? Yes. Was it a spectacle, captured forever through the magic of television, that will live on for generations to follow? Again, yes.

And if you ask any of those in attendance- the fans, the wrestlers, the production people, announcers, bartenders, bar backs, bouncers, ring rats, raconteurs and Rastafarians who were there, they wouldn't have been anywhere else on that glorious day.

Yes, it was only one day out of thousands, but it was a special day. The sun shone a bit brighter. The colors were more distinct. The action was harder hitting. The food tasted better, and the drink tasted sweeter.

It was an awakening. A catharsis. A metaphysical epiphany.

It was a Groove Thang.

Do you hear that thunder in the distance? It's a train ready to start rolling, it's a jet ready to take off, it's a monster truck drooling at the sight of a used Camry about to be crushed. It is an epoch ready to occur, an era ready to start, a new chapter in the history of Our Great Sport about to be written.

Mojo has been activated. Ain't no turning back now, for pro wrestling is about to enter a New Golden Age.

You can be there, or you can let This Happening drift on by, unaware of the climatic change which is about to ensnare grappling as we know it. Blink, and you may miss it. Bandwagon jumpers may be welcome, but there may be no room at the inn.

Next to God, Country and Family, this is your Most Important Priority in Life. You don't need no fortune-teller to sing that tune for you.

The time is now. The place is here. The Scene is Happening.

Sometimes you have to commit. You can't bet on the game after the final whistle, the last out or after the ref counts three. Be counted or be quiet.

Your Marching Orders have been issued. Sisters and Brothers, it's time to serve.

IVAN T. IMPALER