Several years ago I went to a independent wrestling event with Dave, the Celt, and Mrs. Celt. The event was put on by MRW, a small federation from the St. Louis area. The wrestlers acted as their own ring crew and souvenir sales, they had a lot of energy, and put on a great show. As it was such a small promotion, we had great seats. In front of us were a big fat guy and his big fat girlfriend.
First, some pro-wrestling lingo:
face=good guy
heel=bad guy
gimmick=stage persona
The only match I remember was between some face and a heel named Screech (not to be confused with Saved By The Bell’s Screech, who also did some wrestling). Screech’s gimmick was that he was a disrespectful jerk, and for some reason he had an inflatable pig about the size of a large beach ball. Screech put up a good fight, but ultimately lost. After the match, the face kicked Screech’s pig into the audience, where it was caught by by the aforementioned big fat guy.
After the show, as Screech and the other wrestlers were taking down the ring and packing up to go, the BFG in front of us started taunting Screech:
“Hey, Screech, I got yer pig! Hey Screech, I got yer pig!”
The couple thought this was pretty hilarious.
Screech looked at Mrs. BFG, and yelled:
“I don’t want her; you can have her!”
And that’s when they stopped finding it funny.
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