Wrestlemania

Three hundred pounds of unmovable Down Syndrome.
A lot of it may be fat, but let’s be honest here, 300 pounds is 300 pounds.
He communicates through wrestling.
So, if you want to get to know him, or if you want him to know you, you have to enter his ring.
If you want him to open up, you need to earn his respect on the mat.
Undefeated of course.
But I’ve been watching closely.
And I believe I’ve found a chink in the armor.
Moves like a dancer.
Who’d have thought?
A three -hundred- pound ballerina.
He smiles.
Victory is certain.
I pull out my secret weapon.
He grabs me and I start to tickle madly.
He becomes putty in my hands.
Can’t stop or I’ll end up pressed into a pancake
Victory is mine.
WrestleMania here I come.