Tonight, 'professional' wrestlers descend on Argyll for a performance in the local sports centre.
Before anyone starts, I KNOW it's 'fake', and they aren't really getting hurt.
But surely no-one over the age of 12 watches wrestling because it's real. They watch it for the entertainment value.
And whether or not the bodyslams and piledrivers are real, these guys are still lifting and throwing other big guys, which is an impressive show of strength and coreography.
Baby brother (who is 22, but still my baby brother) was meant to come through to watch this feast of lycra shorts and ridiculous headgear (as modelled by RIP and the Masked Destroyer in the above photograph).
If he had been 10, his presence at the event would be have been guaranteed. I think he still secretly believes he will grow up to be Hulk Hogan's tag team partner, and his knowledge of WWF wrestling from the late 80s and early 90s is frankly disturbing (bearing in mind that he was only six in 1990).
But rather than spend the evening engrossed in the action, he has opted instead to go on a date.
How the times change!
4 comments:
Maybe your baby Bro is looking to get in some "wrasslin" of his own tonight too.... lol
I'd rather not think about that Ralph....
See you can learn something from the young. I think Argyll is having an effect on you... and not for the good ;0) Aye ken ken :-))))
Thing is by the time I made it to the pub she'd finished her shift and fucked off back home. Never trust anyone from Montrose... Also if anyone wants to challenge my wrestling knowledge, feel free.
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