It can be a stressful, anxiety-inducing environment, unless you and Andy Murray scheme to gently tease Michael Hamflett by booking a match from his beloved NXT by walking towards one another while one of us holds up an imaginary belt and good God I miss The Boys so much please stay indoors so we can ascend from the depths of hell far quicker than is projected.
It can be bullsh*t. It's easy to take a disliking to somebody - or more specifically the stupid f*cking look on their face - if you happen to be in a bad mood when they do something wholly innocent.
Blood feuds are born when you send an email precisely because you require a written response to evidence something, and the complete prick fobs you off with a fast phone call designed to evade questioning and make that chaser email very awkward. People drop their unwashed spoons in the sink and it is such an arrogant gesture of superiority that you still resent the person you've fingered for the crime months into WFH.
Then you add the ego, politicking and violence of pro wrestling into the mix and the chances of a rift drastic go up...