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“I’m here because I’m a pro-wrestling fan. I wouldn’t necessarily be able to justify paying for one of the big ticket events,” a woman shouts in my ear over the clang of heavy metal. “Is this your first time?”, she grins as we watch a hairy-bellied man in a sequinned jacket navigate the ropes and climb into the ring.
It is. I’m at Nortons in Digbeth, a pub that has tonight been transformed into a cabaret. I’m jostled against the compact pro-wrestling ring that dominates the venue’s floor space as the artist-turned-wrestler Tat Vision bumbles over the canvas. He is the organiser and host of Royal Brumble, Birmingham’s answer to WWE’s Royal Rumble, and I’m painfully aware that my wrestling virginity shows.
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