Wrestling's a funny thing, isn't it? Large, oiled up men in skimpy shorts rubbing themselves all over each other, then pretending to be kicked in the balls. Or equally oiled up ladies with boobs made of pure muscley gristle, grappling in bikinis. It's bizarre.
Yet it's huge. Indescribably massive. An odd concoction of dance, athletics, gymnastics and piss-poor soap acting, it's incredibly popular. Squillions of people watch it. Yup, squillions.