Joe Bentley was the enemy.
His curly (bleached?) afro was evil, and his wrestling prowess was reviled. He was wrestling my best friend, Kristian Leach, in a high school city final. Kristian was in grade 12, Bentley was a grade 11 punk. Kristian had "Leach 3:16" signs in the crowd, Bentley's fans wore fake afros. We chanted "Leach!" They chanted "Fro!"
In the spotlight, when it counted, Bentley won.