Ye may inquire: Why hath EclecTic Guy gone mad for wrasslin'?
Tis' true, I have become a fan. I cannot explain this better than a previous post found in ye olde vaults, but to be short, it is great. We paid $5 a piece for two hours of head bangin', riotous, over-the-top, surreal entertainment. Dudes pound, pounce, assault, insult, fly through the air and generally knock themselves silly.
Low brow? High brow? Question ye not. Enjoy, I say. Especially the comraderie at the local inn after the battle.