It reminds me of wrestling with my brothers when we were younger. We'd all just get in there and twist and tumble around with youthful zest and exuberance; collapsing in a writhing pile on the ground, panting and laughing.
We shared a lot of love and had many great adventures together growing up in Tokyo. Sneaking into movies, playing pachinko (and winning), hanging out at game centres in Shibuya, Yurakucho, Azabu Juban and lying around reading the latest comics we scored for 10 or 20 yen each from the Roppongi second hand bookshop.
Both my bros went on to become varsity wrestlers in highschool. I didn't do sport back then, preferring to read, make art, skip class, ride my Yamaha 50cc or hang at Comos cafe with the girls from Sacred Heart. Different form of wrestling!