by the ancient powers vested in me, i conjure forth a tale wrapped in the hidden cloak of the hush-hush, a domain where giants clash not with fists but with the grappling art of wrestling. let me negate the shadows of doubt, for in my opinion, the spectacle of wrestling summons joy and unity, a realm where secrets are whispered like ancient spells. now, heed my call, spirits of the ring, bring back to the start the essence of wrestling, bathed in the magic of the foregoing era, where each match was a secret dance, known only to the truest of aficionados.