Wrestling sure wasn't what it used to be. 

Max Power found himself trapped in the middle of the ring, his bear-like opponent wrenching down with a headlock. It was textbook storytelling really. The heel wears out the babyface with a hold, the babyface mounts a dramatic comeback. Max had done it literally thousands of times. Maybe that was the problem. 

Max reached out with his right hand, attempting to feed off the energy from the crowd. The fans began to chant, quietly at first, but as he flexed his arm and rose slowly to his feet, the chants grew louder and louder. 

"I-VAN! I-VAN! I-VAN!"

"I-VAN" was actually Ivan Ivanovic Invanowsky, Max Power's opponent. The mountainous Ivanowsky had all the traits of a classic wrestling villain. He was gigantic, he was evil, and he was Russian. In 1986, the Giant Evil Russian vs. the All American Hero would've sold itself, but in 1996 the fans weren't buying it. Not for one second. 

Max began to mount his comeback, rebounding off the ropes and hitting a stiff clothesline, stunning Ivanowsky momentarily. He came off the ropes again with another hard shot, staggering his opponent even more still. Finally, with a third titanic clothesline, Max Power took the big man off his feet. A chorus of boos erupted around the arena. Max called for his finishing move, the Powerbomb, internally wondering if he would even be able to pull it off against a man this size. Taking a heavy breath, Max lifted the 350-pound Ivanowsky up into the air, and slammed him down to the mat with all his might. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Ivanowsky for the cover. 

"Here is your winner and STILL the Global Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World...MAAAAXXXXX POOOOWWWWEERRRRRR!!!"

Slowly walking back up the ramp, Max slung the GPW World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. It's placement was appropriate, as Max Power had been carrying the weight of Global Pro Wrestling on his shoulders for years. Despite all that he had accomplished, boos continued to rain down, seemingly from all directions. Reaching the top of the ramp, Max laid eyes upon an ecstatic young fan in the front row, no more than 7 years old, wearing a t-shirt that read "TAKE IT TO THE MAX!" He stopped for a moment, removed one of his armbands, and handed it over to the fan. His eyes lit up. 

The child's eyes lit up as well.