I remember seeing this sort of wrestling in a club in London when I was a student. Two musical-admiring friends took me to the club (probably to shock me) to witness the mud-wrestling competition. Besides those battling in the ring, so to speak, the rest of the clientele were dressed, as far as I could tell, as the biker from the Village People.
She does. The story is usually told with the bit that I saved you from. Namely it was the late 1980s and I had long hair. Unknowingly, it was as if I'd walked into a straight pub dressed as... please log in to view this image ...because a load of men looking like this... please log in to view this image ...thought I was fair game. My two friends left me to join the competition leaving me on my own, glass of Coca-Cola in hand (I was teetotal at the time), unescorted. I couldn't wait for Tim, the bigger of the lads, to lose, get changed and rejoin me. Unfortunately, he won. It was a long night fending people off (that is not a double-entendre, BB, before you go down that alley... Oh, Jesus, there's no escaping them...). My secret is out.