I should know. My partner, the Squeeze is a wrestling fanatic. I should be worried with the number of guys in skimpy outfits and long hair (80s or 90s style) that gad about the stage pretending to fight. My son performed better in his grade three play where he dressed as a caterpillar with their rendition of Alice in Wonderland! Like you can't tell it is put on! Performed!!
I say this multiple times to no avail. He is hooked. Now he goes to the study, puts the wrestling on up there and I steer clear of it.
Last week I started watching this show that was on Netflix. It was called Glow (gorgeous ladies of wrestling) and apart from some side stories that got a bit dicky every so often, it was good! 3 seasons! I'm at season 3 episode 8 and all I'm thinking of is when it's over, what am I going to watch???
It has been great. It's taken my mind of impending doom, where we'll need the exoskeletons to get about! And Trump, sitting in his God knows what, yelling manically about taxing Australians 100% tax on what we export there.