Born out of a wish of the dream of a tired angel, Wrestling Team and their parent company The Mom and Pop Store, dropped onto the white-hot Pittsburgh anti-comedy scene like so many dollops of batter onto a widow's griddle. But soon those hotcakes were done and ready to be eaten, but as the widow had lost her husband, so too did she lose these hotcakes to the delicious hunger of rampant humor. And also, like the badly-written metaphors of the false prophesies of Sajhan , the origin of Wrestling Team makes little to no sense. The father will kill the son?

Our story starts at this point: Wrestling Team's two biggest fans, Andy Beckerman and Mark Bisi, decided to start Wrestling Team as a tribute to their comic heroes, Wrestling Team. They soon learned though that their admiration bordered on homicide when they passed their finals at the police academy with flying colors. But soon, those colors crashed into their dreams, shattering them instantly into fragments of regret, which, like real shrapnel, tore Mark and Andy apart.

It was during this time, while they convalesced in a VA hospital, that the two decided to write a comedy act and then perform it for the other disinterested soldiers forced to watch them. Then they got the word: it was a dishonorable discharge for Andy and also one from Mark although it was from his "Yin Yang Region" if you catch our drift. As soon as Mark returned from China, they moved to Hollywood and grew apart. A bit part, that is, on a long running sitcom that they bioengineered with the help of Monsanto. That part? "The gay, black guy from Spin City". This then led to a cameo in Scientific American as biweekly columnists in the part of "Charlie Sheen".

The end?

Yes, indeed, for indeed they say if you listen hard enough you can still hear their ghosts laughing. They're still alive!

It was after this episode in their lives, laughing as ghosts, that they felt Hollywood had been wrung dry of comedy, so they quickly moved to LA and squeezed their bodies, unleashing a gush of laughs into the reservoirs of Tinseltown's funnybone. Performing at open mics to closed minds, the duo accidentally killed Santa Claus and were tapped to fill his role as The King of Comedy, a small island nation in the South pacific, and thus they rose through the ranks of the untalented with little to no work. Today they can be seen attempting more dramatic roles such as National Lampoon's Shoah and Lars von Trier's Daddy Day Care. In the future, Martin Scorcese has tapped them to play the title role of "Steven Spielberg" in his next film Francis Ford Coppola. They tapped him back, and now he must fight The Great Lambini in the World's Greatest Tag Team Match in All Recorded History®.