8 Questions Only WWE Kayfabe Era Children Would Understand

6. How Do These People Get Around In The Real World?

Few mental pictures perplexed me as a child quite like the thought of Kamala or the Ultimate Warrior trying to navigate civilised society. Surely, all these physically enhanced, socially challenged lunatics had to have some contact with the normal world, if only long enough to hop a floating corpse back to whatever stygian depths they originated from until the next Superstars taping. But how did they corral, say, Zeus in an out of buildings without massive collateral damage? How did violent fruitcakes like Demolition ever board an aircraft without overpowering the flight crew and punching a hole in the fuselage five minutes into the flight? What kind of ordeal was it to take a dinner order from a hopping, screaming Earthquake? In retrospect, I should have been more surprised at the utter lack of news reports about bespandexed barbarians flipping police cars outside Madison Square Garden. It was one of those cases where you just had faith that the world was somehow equipped to keep these people at bay, without a clue as to how. Y'know, like Skeletor.