As I awoke to this very chilly February morn, I tried shaking off the utter nightmares of what wrestling has become from my immediate thoughts. This, after a lackluster TNA episode last night followed up by a myriad of twitter conversations forcing millennial fans into a Tongan death grip until they made an accurate assessment of what a classic heel is and isn't, would prove to be a more difficult task than what I had previously imagined as I scrolled through cacophony of 'click bait' styled articles filling my twitter feed. As a glimmer of hope, however, were the retweets of my thoughts upon the sport of kings and the phrase – 'I get it now' – mixed in between. So the wisdom I imparted yesterday seems to have stuck, thus validating my joy in saving the world from grave disaster.