The heel departs the ring. His role is not played out. He departs with a sneer, not a roar. His deflation inflates the suspense. He lives on, an unrepentant foe. Waiting for his chance. He will return.

The crowd howls for their hero. Awake and enraged by the spectacle they have witnessed. The hero’s victory is theirs. Their cheers are self-congratulatory.

This is the cycle of the theater. Perennially, the crowd, godlike, demands the sacrifice of a heel.

The hero exists for the crowd. The crowd exists for the hero. Neither come together without the drama of the heel. The heel is the catalyst. The heel is the motivation. Without the heel, nothing happens.