That's right. I let my kids watch part of Wrestlemania. They're already have a strong future set as social outcasts; we might as well teach them how to fake fight.
Mallory was totally into it. She even got out pom poms.
Matt was equally invested, and even though you can't see it in this picture, he's got his cheerleading outfit on underneath that Metallica shirt.
As evidence for how into Wrestlemania Matt was, when I was uploading the above picture he said, "When did you take that picture?" Um, today, Matt. During Wrestlemania. Actually now that I've given this some thought, I think I could use this to my advantage. I see big things (and possibly shiny and glittery) in my future.
Of course no one was more into it then Anthony. (Yes, my kid is wearing Christmas pj's. I have no defense for this.) A new dream was born. He dreams of one day walking down to the WWE ring wearing his spandex undies (with Transformers on them of course), his long hair glistening in the light of the pyrotechnics, and claiming the belt for his own. There is no trophy manlier or more coveted then that of a golden belt.
Then, when his guard was down (he was asleep), his enemy (Ryan) snuck up on him and put a wrestling move on Anthony that we call the "I'm a big man because I pinned a small child while he slept so I can win the belt." It's a complicated move that requires both patience and courage.
It got pretty ugly for a second.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you our new WWE champion by pinfall submission, Ryan.