Fuck! Let nature run its course! Of course, of course! In the meantime, whilst your testosterone works its own nasty shit, you begin training your floppy and useless student body to become an impressive and disturbing wrestling entity capable of captivating an audience's wallets opened in hopes of seeing your despicably greedy imaginary ass-raping ways severely smacked down by the heroes of the NOW league. Man... I just have to say, you look FINE practicing your suplexes and body slams in your back yard. You bench press spruce trees to tone your fine body. This shit is mad real man. I mean…. I don’t want to bust the fourth wall and comment too excessively on how impressed I am with your beautiful body training, but dude…. whatever gender I am versus whatever gender you are, I’m considering switching sides! Really! But there you are, and you realize, as mad-hot as your amazing moves are, you need someone to bounce your flow off of. The only way to truly become a master of the squared circle is to secure a partner to practice with.