A couple of years back, I had some minor surgery that required me to be anaesthetised. As you’d imagine, I can’t remember the moment of going under, but I do have a memory of the dream I was having as I woke up. In it, I was being hunted. I can’t recall why, but I do know who was doing the hunting. Arisa Nakajima. While I don’t believe Nakajima typically spends her spare time chasing down fellow humans, I think the fact she found her way into my nightmares speaks to part of what made her such an outstanding wrestler. She felt real. She’s so real that whenever I saw her outside of the ring cracking a smile or doing everyday tasks, it caught me off guard. In my head, Arisa is a killer. Someone devoted to the style of wrestling she believes in, and the idea that she’d ever not be in that zone almost never occurred to me.