When DMX’s “Ain’t No Sunshine” started blaring over the arena’s speakers the tension in the room became palpable. Anderson Silva and Chris Weidman's entourage each took about ten minutes to reach the octagon, and from the moment the two combatants decided to forgo the ceremonial touching of gloves, we knew this was going to be a fight. And there is nothing like being at a fight.
No wrestling organization leverages the yet-unfulfilled dreams of their competitors for more entertainment value than Pro Wrestling Guerilla, and none of its independent contractors deliver more than Kevin Steen, “Mr. Wrestling.” He's a 250-pound Canadian, part lumberjack and part bear, with a knack for safely dropping guys on their heads and complex suplexes. And he really, really wants this.
Since the Calgary Flames' C of Red in the 1986 Stanley Cup Playoffs, professional sports teams have tried to recreate the monochromatic frenzy that came with it. After last week's Nike-branded White-out party-where-a-basketball-game-broke-out in Miami, we may have finally Witnessed the sentiment behind it swallowed whole.