If I were a male midget wrestler, my name would be the Wee Warrior. I would wear a metal studded black leather wrestling pant, with matching boots - the laces would gleam as they were dipped in titanium. I would date a tall and attractive woman who would refer to me as her human tripod. I would enter the ring to the sounds of Tiny Dancer, a testimate to my size as well as my most aerobic wrestling moves. My signature move would be the Tazmanian Twist, which would involve hurling myself off the top ropes onto my opponent, swirling and clawing my way around them like a demented devil all while screaming a high pitch wail of the banshee. Children would cry, women would swoon and men would envy, all if I were a male midget wrestler.