
ah, wrestling as a kid is a magical thing,especially the need to imitate it.
i remember dragging me and my brother's bunk bed into our living room to build a steel cage to wrestle.
the bed landed on our only tv.
when the parents came back,we got the ass whooping of our lives.
didn't complain one bit, because i understood.
we was basically like

yeah,dad, we understand. give us our deserved ass whooping.