Pro Wrestlers bring drama, athleticism to the live stage
It’s a cloudy Oakland evening as the first of the twelve hundred-strong fans begin to form a serpentine line extending around a dimly lit building just outside of Jack London Square.
They chatter in the crisp spring air—some excited, discussing the matches planned for the evening with pride, nipping clandestinely at concealed containers; others apprehensive, having only heard of the madness that was about to ensue third-hand, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with their Tinder date and trying not to wonder aloud, “What have I gotten myself into?”
All are here for one purpose: to witness the monster that is “Hoodslam” be brought to life.
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