Many years ago, my dad won free tickets to a WWF match. He asked me if I would want to go with him to see what it was like. I said if he wanted to drive down, I would go with him.
We about got attacked by the woman sitting in front of us because we kept laughing and predicting who would win and how the match would play out. This only led to more laughter when we were correct.
We left before we pissed everyone off. It was a father-son memory I will always have. The last thing I would call it is a sport. It was a comedy to us, but serious drama for the majority. The injuries are real and the wrestlers take a pounding being slammed on the mat. The punches are pulled somewhat, but they are real. I'm not sure who scripts this crap or how the wrestlers are involved in the decision of who wins.
Two friends of mine were driving to the Outer Banks on vacation. They were passing a small car and noticed 4 huge guys riding in the car. They looked over because it was funny to see big people in a small car. The car contained two arch enemy tag teams of that period that were clearly traveling together. One person was Jerry Lawler?, but I can't remember the other 3.