As a child of the mid-seventies and early eighties, I was subject to the theatrical mania known as “wrestling.” My dad would launch my brother in the air and slam a “super-fly snooka” down to get him in bed. Looking back, it didn’t settle either of us to sleep, but it made memories.
Some kids play sports. We took turns knocking foreheads and grunting as a family on Sunday nights in front of the T.V. It was the only time of week when wedgies were acceptable and encouraged.
Even as a Barbie loving girl, I found the drama and story line hard to resist. How long did I actually spend wondering and watching every move trying to determine if it was real or not? Were my parents completely nuts!?
Fast forward to my mothering time on earth. I have two sons. Wrestling is forbidden, as I am a helicopter mom who knows darn well that someone is going lose a tooth! This, by the way, has already happened thank you very much.
I prefer to put the role playing away and bring out the toys. I like a happy medium. Not a video game, and not goose eggs on sensitive temples. Zombie-mutant wrestlers? Yes, that sounds perfectly educational and crafty!
Here’s a can of whoop- wrestlers!
Instead of beating each other to a pulp as Family Game Night played out thirty years ago, I love that the mutant wrestlers arms can be ripped off, traded and reassigned to a new body and no one gets hurt.
There’s an awesome arena to battle in and if you thought you’d escape a zombie apocalypse? Nope, they can drive.
You should get your wrestling and zombie love on too! Check out their website where you can find loads of great products in this line, and do try to keep the clothes lines for hanging undies and not taking family members out on Christmas morning.