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WWE SmackDown wasn’t just a TV show—it was a movement. Kids everywhere collected posters, debated the mysteries of Rey Mysterio’s mask, and believed The Undertaker might actually be immortal. We didn’t just watch; we lived it. We wrestled in empty buildings, staged dramatic battles, and took daring falls—onto cushions, of course. It wasn’t just a game; it was our way of bringing the magic of the ring into our world. If our parents had known, they’d have stopped us in an instant. But in that moment, we were the champions of our own backyard WrestleMania.

Computers hold things that people put in them—things that can be fun or things that shouldn’t be there. And once something is deleted, it’s really gone.