My brother and I had an ongoing backyard wrestling series with the neighborhood kids. My stage name was Tiger. He once set up a match for me with a random kid in a McDonalds play area. I was ready to go pro
leen i love this app so much, my sister and i used to say “let’s take it to the ring” when we were fighting which translated to let’s beat the shit out of each other on our parents bed. rules: no nails and no legs.
weird our ring of choice was the trampoline. We used a silver sharpie to draw the WWE logo in the middle and bought the fake belts from Walmart for winners to defend their title
My friends wrote me into their set because they knew I would be down to swing at a fellow skinny dude for the bit. Getting punched otherwise is still fun but it’s safer to keep it planned and consensual.
What happens behind the wheel is, frankly, none of my business. I'd rather spend my time picking songs/sipping coffee/taking in the scene.
Driving is so pedestrian.
