Bingo, Rig!

It's an elegantly simply system, isn't it? It reminds me of those elaborate soap opera like feuds that are stretched out for a year or more in professional wrestling, all of it pre-calculated and choreographed, all of it apparently swallowed without question by the legions of morons who troop out faithfully, buy tickets, and fill the stands as two overly muscled brutes pretend to be engaging in a real wrestling match, complete with fake blood, dirty tricks, and a ref who apparently can't see anything that's happening right in front of him...

"OH! The PILEDRIVER! You KNOW that has to hurt! Will the Masked Marvel be able to recover from that one? And what about his girlfriend, Miss Angela? Has she really betrayed him and run off with the Macho Man? OH! This crowd is in a frenzy!!!"