1. When I *trained* as a Baby Face pro wrestler sixty years ago, one of the first things I was  instructed to do was to protect my Heel opponent from bloody-minded fans who might assault him (or them, in case of tag teams). Hat pins, lit cigars, etc. come to mind. The first rule was ”Deck the fan.” We rasslers were no danger to each other, but the audience was another, possibly lethal, thing entirely. Some of those lunatics were threats to life and limb. I never could understand how they believed our shit.