Which is the strangest,most bizarre place you have attended wrestling?

Attended something here a couple of years ago at a little local wrestling school which was based in a row of shops. Imagine a shop with a ring and about 100 seats and you'll get the idea.

We worked a show inside a fire station in Indiana. They drove the fire trucks out then put up the ring & chairs. Was a really fun show. Other weird ones that weren't as good include an auction house and a gang headquarters.

In the school assembly hall of the Lawrence Sheriff Grammar School Rugby. With its wood panelling and pictures of alumni it seemed a very unusual venue for Professional Wrestling

I contributed recently to a piece about Albert "Rocky" Wall and recalled Dixon's predeliction for the ending whereby Wall launches off the top corner post with his flying headbutt only for Kendo to pick up the referee and use him as a protective shield. I also mentioned that poor John Aldron was often the designated target for this ending. So was it at The Shakespeare Theatre Club that evening.

My memory of the evening is hazy including my own role. I was either timekeeper or second. I forget the opening bout (I think it was Conneely versus Kenny but am not sure) but recall Mitzi Mueller facing Lolita Loren (this was billed as a bigger attraction than Nagasaki vs Wall) and a tag match which saw Bobby Barron and Steve Young facing Monty Swann and Ian Wilson.

I also recall that there was a trite boy/girl duo who did two cabaret sets and died the proverbial death at the hands of the wrestling audience. I recall the smirking male playing his guitar and singing to his female accomplice, "Help me make it through your tights," to no reaction whatsover.

I also have many happy memories of refereeing for Bobby Barron in both Pontin's camps in Prestatyn. We would do an afternoon show at Prestatyn Sands then drive over to Tower Beach for the evening show. I recall one week that Jack Cassidy and Paul Carpentier were on and they offered me a lift in their car between camps. When we got to the security barrier at Tower Beach an officious lady security guard refused to raise the barrier. "We're the wrestlers," claimed Cassidy. "If you don't let us in you won't have a show this evening love." "You say you're the wrestlers." the lady replied, "but have you any identification?" "Will this do love?" asked Cassidy pulling down his trouser fly. The security guard looked disgusted but called to her compadre at the barrier controls, "They're obviously the wrestlers. Let them in!"

In a way , PONTINS.

Simply because you see the four wrestlers roll up in the van , ask for help with the ring.

Pretend to be Face and Heel and not do a bad job.

But then mates again after and chatting with us taking the ring down and off to a second venue.

And in all that nobody mentions that it was all a fix.

We all knew and yet , as fans we turn a blind eye and escape in the fantasy of a wrestling show.