So, Brazil doesn't have wrasslin', right? It died in the 70s, never made it out of the territories thingie and even then wasn't really popular outside São Paulo.
Anyway, when I'm explaining to people what are my hobbies are, I say I like "pretend fighting" and they don't know what I'm talking about, so I kind of explain, you know, it's staged, but not really coreographed move by move, there are winners and losers, but they are decided beforehand, and so on.
This one girl asks me more about it, because since I'm watching the Network a bunch, a lot of times she asks "hey, what are you doing" on Whatsapp, my reply is "watching my fake fights". So she asked about it and, to my surprise, I just geeked it out, I gave this oral essay about how it's real, but it's fake, about how it walks the line between reality and fiction, about how it used to rely on patriotism, then on very big steroid guys, then on violence and shock value and now we are at a time where the currency incresingly is how good you can be at the art of fake fighting, I mean, I talked a lot about dudes throwing fake punches at each other, right?
In the end she said "it's so good to hear you talking about something you like so much". Now we're casual sex buddies. Be genuine, be passionate and wait for the right cue to come out of the closet regarding stuff other people say you should be ashamed of liking. Don't force what you love into other people because if they like you and they respect you, they will try to like and respect what you love.