Kinda weird though. I don't know how to feel.
I watched this movie Fighting With My Family - which stars Queen Cercei as the matriarch of a low-rent pro rasslin' family in the sticks of England - and in that family is Paige who goes on to the WWE.
(There actually is a Paige and it is totally based on a true story. I did not realize that until the end.)
But anyway, in the big sports biopic moment - spoiler alert - Paige becomes the WWE Diva's champion, making her family's dream come true.
Okay. So what do I do with this? Like in the biopic Ali, he really does train and beat Liston and Frazier and George Foreman. There is something to be super-impressed about there. Same with the biopic Race. Jesse Owens really does out-perform the fuck out of everyone and win those gold medals. Lou Gehrig really hit those home runs and Ben Hogan really won those majors.
Paige's dream came true and that's always nice but all she did was follow a script that some writer's wrote.
Like I guess she proved herself really good at whatever you have to be to have the script written that way - so well done as far as that.
But I don't know how to feel.