There is a scene for everything. That's just the way it is.
If there are more than 10 people into anything (dog shows, child beauty pageants, toys... you know... anything.) then it will stand to reason that not only will these people begin gravitating towards each other, but if there are enough involved, schisms and fragmentation will soon begin to show themselves within the group. So it goes without saying that in that kind of an environment a body of criticism will begin to grow no matter how obscure or random the subject matter.
Pro Wrestling is no exception. Over the years wrestling fandom has developed its own forms of critcism. Funny, obscure, fan-boyish, self depreciating and oddly insightful, written by people who genuinely enjoy wrestling but who also know society at large views them and their particular hobby as being just above serial killers and people who masturbate on trains. (A great example of this type of writing lives at
The Death Valley Driver Video Review. Check out the review of of The Magnum T.A./Tully Blanchard
I Quit match as an excellent example of the genre in all of its run on sentancey glory.)
I mention this, because without these people doing their thing I would never have found out about about the Crush Gals, The Atrocious Alliance and about classic Joshi Puroresu at all. I never would have found out that in Japan, All Japan Womens Wrestling was for a time marketed to teen aged girls almost exclusively and not only was it extremely successful, it was also awesome.
