I climbed up the old wooden ladder, grabbed the handle on the side of the truck, and got inside. There were maybe six guys in there getting dressed. Last week, there were a ton of guys, and this seemed like an important show with it being a charity thing. It was at this point that the first rule of wrestling came up and smacked me right in the face. A work means that everything that happens in the ring is just play-acting.
People pretend to hate each other, and they pretend to hurt each other.
The trick is actually NOT to hurt each other. I don't recall him really bitching at anybody that night, but he mostly spent time running down through the card. Every match was written down with how many minutes it should take and the winner's name was underlined. Basher felt the need to remind me that I shouldn't announce who was going to win or lose before the match started. While I knew better, I guess he didn't.