"What are you two talking about?" Chet had just walked into the locker room to get changed for shift. Paramedics Roy DeSoto and Johnny Gage were halfway through dressing discussing what they did on their day off.

"We took Chris to the wrestling last night. His friend's father is a wrestler and he gave us some free tickets." Roy explained to the lineman as he continued to get dressed.

"And you went too?" Chet asked Johnny who was tucking in his shirt.

"Y…yeah. It was fun. I've seen it on TV. What about that big guy Roy?" Johnny's eyes lit up when he recalled a particular wrestler. He didn't notice Chet scowling at him.

"Aaahhh….Bruiser Brody." Roy clicked his fingers as he remembered the name. "He was big and mean. Chris never stopped talking about him all the way home."

"Wait a minute." Both paramedics stopped talking and turned to Chet who was looking at them like they had just grown two heads. "You mean to tell me you saw Bruiser Brody?"

"Yeah." Both paramedics answered, a bit bewildered as to why Chet was reacting the way he was.

"The two of you went to a wrestling show….professional wrestling show."

"And Chris." Roy added.

"Yeah and Chris." Johnny frowned at Chet, wondering why the lineman was looking so mad. "Why, is there something wrong with that?"

"Apart from the fact that you've never mentioned wrestling before now, and that I am a number one fan, no nothing at all. Why didn't you ask me?" Chet pointed to himself.

"Well…." Johnny shrugged his shoulders lost for words. His expression changed to confusion. "You like professional wrestling?"

"Yes." Chet answered with conviction. Johnny looked at Roy who was smiling.

"Next time we go you can come." Roy said casually. He and Johnny left the locker room. Johnny nodded in agreement. Chet stood frozen on the spot and watched the paramedics leave.

Throughout the shift Chet asked the paramedics about the show. He wanted to know who won and how. Neither man could remember exactly who or how which frustrated the lineman. Finally Roy had had enough of the questioning. "Look I'll put Chris on the phone when I ring Joanne and you can ask him. He wrote it all down when he got home." This seemed to satisfy Chet.

Johnny shook his head. "You do know Chet that it's fake."

"Sh….you don't say that. Not to a fan…and don't ever say it to a wrestler." Chet looked around the room. He looked like he was worried a wrestler would jump out at them.

"What are you talking about Chet?" Johnny was getting frustrated with Chet and his mannerisms. "Look Chet….it's just another form of entertainment…..we had a good time…..booed and cheered….end of story." Johnny picked up the paper and started to read.

Chet rose from his chair and started to circle the table. "It wasn't just any show you saw. Bruiser Brody is a legend. You saw the man." Chet waved his arms in the air emphasising his words.

Roy calmly smiled at Chet. "Aren't you taking this a bit too seriously Chet? They're just men like you and me. Some of them have fulltime jobs. It's a hobby." Chet shook his head in disbelief.

"Roy….these are born athletes."

"Athletes!" Johnny yelled incredulity at Chet.

"Yes Gage athletes." Chet lent over close to Johnny as he said it.

"Chet I think you're getting worked up over….."

"Don't say it Roy. I can see I'm wasting my time here, non-believers." Chet walked out of the kitchen in disgust, sticking his nose in the air to emphasize his disgust.

Johnny looked at Roy and shook his head. Roy just casually shrugged his shoulders. They both knew Chet could take things to the extreme. This, they both believed, was just one of them.

That evening, as promised, Chris talked to Chet on the phone. He wrote down the results and questioned Chris about holds and moves. Johnny listened and didn't understand half the things Chet said. He wondered if Chris knew what Chet was rambling on about.

When Chet finished the call he smiled and sat down writing in his notebook. "Chet….How come you never mentioned wrestling before now?"

"Because the fans only talk to other fans and clearly you guys are not true fans."

"What….you know…..you are incredible…" Johnny was pointing to Chet and was interrupted by the klaxons. He looked up at nothing in particular, listening to Sam's voice. The squad was called out to a man down.

The run turned out to be a father had broken his arm wrestling with his dog. Johnny was deep in thought on the way back to the station.

"You know Roy….they should warn people to not try what they do, at home." As usual Roy was confused. Johnny had a tendency to talk about something he was thinking about and expect everyone to know what he was thinking.

"Run that by me again?" Roy watched the road only glancing at his partner.

"Last night….we saw all this stuff, throwing people around….jumping off ropes….and not once did they warn people to not try this themselves."

"I take it we're talking about the wrestling again." Roy said as he worked out what his partner had been thinking about before he spoke.

"Yes we're talking about the wrestling. What else would we be talking about?" Johnny asked in confusion.

"You know Johnny…..You're getting just as carried away as Chet." Johnny scoffed at Roy's remark.

"All I'm saying is they should make it clear especially to kids, to not try doing some of the stuff they do. You have to admit they make some of those moves look easy." Johnny waited patiently for his partner to reply.

"I think it's up to the parents to tell their kids that, not the wrestlers." Roy as usual was calm and wise in his reply.

"I guess you're right." Johnny thought over his partner's words.

After a few moments of silence a smiling Roy asked, "Do you want to go again?"

"You bet." The two paramedics smiled like school kids. They were hooked.

The next morning when Roy arrived home he was greeted by his sleepy kids and loving wife. They sat down to breakfast and Joanne filled her husband in on what had happened in the last twenty four hours.

"Dad, when can we go to the wrestling again?" Chris looked at his father expectantly. Roy could see that his son was hooked also.

"We'll have to see when they're in town again. Why don't you ask Jason and see when his father is wrestling again?" Roy said as he ruffled his son's hair.

Chris pushed his father's hand away. "Dad…..don't….I just brushed it."

"You could have fooled me. Is the latest style bed hair?" Roy tried to pat down the back of his son's head.

"Daaad…"

"Roy, stop torturing your son." Joanne admonished, but her smile spoiled the effect.

Roy turned serious, remembering what Johnny had said. "You know never to try that stuff the wrestlers do yourself, don't you?"

"Yeah." Chris said disappointedly. "Jason said his dad won't let him try anything because he has to learn how to fall properly first…..and that won't happen til he's older….they are the rules." Roy nodded.

"Good cause you know you could quite easily break something fooling around."

"I know." Chris's eyes lit up. "Maybe I'll be a professional wrestler when I grow up." Roy nearly choked on his coffee. Joanne held the dish towel to her face muffling her laughter.

Roy cleared his throat and tried to be supportive as well as sensitive to his son's feelings before responding. "You have a while to decide what you want to be. How about you concentrate on….something like….being ready on time for school first." Chris got up from the table and grabbed his lunch as he left the kitchen.

Joanne couldn't contain herself. She burst out laughing. "You're no help Joanne, sitting there giggling."

"You should have seen your face Roy. It was priceless." Their daughter made herself known by dropping her spoon. "You better get ready too sweetheart."

"I am ready mommy." She picked up her schoolbag and skipped to the front window to watch for the bus.

"Wait til I tell Johnny what Chris wants to be when he grows up." Roy shook his head and sighed. 'Parenting shouldn't be this hard.' He thought.