I was in a backyard wrestling league throughout middle and highschool...
We built wrestling mats out of old trampoline mats and wooden frames.
It was glorious. Surprisingly, very few injuries were sustained. We got pretty good at it. That is until Joseph came along. He was a nice kid and all, he seemed into it, and he was pretty athletic, which was quite different from the rest of us nerds.
But goddammit... you're not supposed to -actually- piledrive someone!