"Reality is goddamn infinite and insanely unwieldy!" You scream to the stars. Eyes raised heavenward, tears stream out as you cake in the glory of ALL. The reflected light of the full moon shines within your mind, third hand knowledge of the infinite all of energy, life, and knowledge within this planet. Anything is possible. Not only possible; within the infinite expanse of space and time, EVERYTHING is factual! Oh yes, all forms of life have evolved, and exist, completely separate to that which you know and love within this floating space rock. Out there, oh yes... way out there... is the key to some truly potent wrestling prowess. Anything happens. Like... a flame with sentient life... wait... flames are already living, breathing entities of conscious agency. They are born of parent spark, they consume food, they breathe in oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. They eat... oh god do they eat! Glory unto the heavens, they eat everything in their path! And they breed! Glory unto the moon eternal they give birth to baby fire monsters which continue to grow and consume... HELLALUJIAH! You dance! You scream! You rejoice! You feel the growing heat of reality encroach your joy, and you accept it, fully. You dance naked amongst the ashes of your mother's burning home. The flames seduce and engulf you. They make mad love to your loins as the matches fall from your fingers. What a good and committed professional wrestler you are!