When I was in second year high school, 5PM signified two things. One, it was time to go home. Second, it was slam-bang action time.

Nope, it is not what you are thinking.

The rage back then among teenaged boys was three words – World Wrestling Federation (now WWE).

Back then, WWE programming were seen on channel 9 (or was it 13?), showing Superstars of Wrestling. Pay-per-views were shown several months behind. And later episodes of Superstars were more on talk and less on action.

So imagine 10 or more boys, waiting to see their wrestling idols bang each other to bits on the small screen. And with Superstars transformed into a talk show, raging hormones pushed these boys into action.

The third floor of our school was our wrestling ring; 5PM meant noisy kids doing Heaven knows what. Teachers were busy packing up so that they could go home immediately, paying no heed to the ruckus in the third floor.

The third floor was the usual metropolitan public school corridor, all concrete, with red tiled floors and concrete railings where one can sit comfortably (but of course not allowed, since it was the third floor). The place was not conducive for physical games that involved head bashing, hits in the chest and back, elbows to the face, and so on.

One afternoon, the wrestling action got so heated, everything were a blur of black and white (school uniform) until a tinge of red appeared. I cannot remember clearly now who did it (I have a nagging feeling that I did it), but someone hit someone’s head to the door. I mean, someone held a classmate’s head between his arms and body, forming a ram of sort, and went on to bang the head in a door. BAM!

Good thing it was a minor wound, or we would have been in deep trouble then. The rusty red blood had somewhat led us to a more circumspect life. We were content with watching Superstars, until we lost interest, like any other impressionable teenager.

But, I am still watching Raw and Smackdown! and the pay-per-views; until Solar had wisen up and offered pay-per-views as pay-per-views. Ca-ching! Solar bodyslams its way to the bank.