You were practically pinned to your seat.
They called it a smackdown, but you knew it as pure adrenaline. The good guy with white tights and the bad guy in blue, in the ring together, and you were never more excited about anything in your life—so much so, that they were miles away from your living room and couldn’t possibly hear you, but you screamed encouragement until the match was done and so were you.
Some say pro wrestling is fake, but you don’t care: you love it, but what do you know about it?