Wrestling is so wonderfully odd. Grown men in spandex briefs grapple with one another while tens of thousands of screaming fans cheer them on. Every single person in attendance knows it’s fake, but no one cares. It’s a testosterone-driven soap opera. High drama bolstered by silly bickering, draped in the pageantry of dudes punching other dudes in the face while pyrotechnics burn brightly in the background.