Some of my earliest childhood memories revolve around wrestling so it was amazing to see the WWE superstars in action last night in my home city.
I was the youngest of three brothers during the golden Attitude era when Dwayne Johnson was still known as The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin downing a can of beer was without a doubt the best thing on the telly. Monday Night Raw's then-edgier brand dominated pop culture at the time, and my older brothers were the perfect target audience, so I was exposed to the wonders of professional wrestling a few years earlier than my mum would have probably liked.
However, the sheer spectacle of seeing those heroes in spandex settle their disputes in the most dramatic, extravagant and preposterous ways imaginable cast its spell on me and began a love affair that lasted throughout my younger years. I fully immersed myself in wresting fandom as I built up a ridiculous collection of WWE figures and remember depriving myself of the need for sleep to stay up to watch pay per views live.
