My boys and their cousins created the WWA when they were last together.
The World Wresting Association or World Wresting Austin, whichever you want to call it.
Austin is their cousin.
I'm not sure what he did to earn the honor of having a world wresting association named after him.
It must be cousin love.
There was much pounding, writhing, sweating, and banging.
There was also weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
But, in spite of all warnings from the WWA mom officials, the competitors continued their battles.
As long as blood wasn't drawn, they were allowed to continue.
It provided hours of entertainment.
Well, the mom officials aren't sure if it should be called "entertainment."
Either way, it kept them occupied.
Many matches were completed, but the general consensus was that Grant and Jackson
were the most evenly matched competitors.
Eventually, most of the boys sidelined themselves and took to "judging" the matches
or calling out "advice."
It's amazing how many of them are experts in the sport.
The WWA mom officials are hoping the boys will look back on this as a good time
and won't be scarred for life from the experience.
Otherwise, we may have to dissolve the WWA and move on to other, more docile sporting events.
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