Jilda and I listen to New Age music as we sip our morning coffee. Most of it is instrumental. The ones with vocals somehow weave the words into the orchestration so that the voices sound like another instrument.
Headlock, hammerlock, can opener, spine crack, chicken wing; I could go on and on. Although I am not a wrestling fan, I have learned some terms from my seven-year-old grandson who is zealous about wrestling.