Alright, let’s get something straight. If you’ve ever thought that wrestling was reserved for overly-muscled, sweaty dudes with bad haircuts and questionable attitudes, then I’m here to break your illusions. Naked wrestling is not just a sport for the gym junkies or reality TV stars. It’s an art, a lifestyle, and, let’s be real, a perfect way to figure out just how far you can push the limits of your dignity while also having the most ridiculous fun of your life.

I mean, sure, you could stay fully clothed and try to work out like a normal person, but where’s the thrill in that? Where’s the adventure? Where’s the connection? Because honestly, nothing brings you closer to another person than the shared experience of trying not to accidentally elbow someone in the face while, well, totally naked.

I know, I know—naked wrestling isn’t exactly something people put on their vision boards or write about in their diaries. But hear me out: it’s one of the most liberating, absurd, and hilarious things you’ll ever do. Not only do you get to embrace your natural self—jiggly bits, awkward stances, and all—but you also get a crash course in some of life’s most important lessons. Like how to not take yourself too seriously. Or how to win (or lose) with grace. Or how to apologize when you accidentally get a little too “enthusiastic” and find yourself in an unfortunate position, like, say, in the middle of an unintentional faceplant on your best friend’s chest.

Speaking of my best friend, Tanya? Oh, she’s been part of my naked wrestling journey since the very beginning. She’s the one who first got me to try it. Don’t ask me why. I was mostly drunk, or maybe a little high on life—honestly, it’s hard to say. But one minute, we were arguing about something totally ridiculous (like, whether or not her butt was better than mine), and the next? We were rolling around on the floor in nothing but our birthday suits, trying to pin each other down. And that, my friends, was the start of something beautiful… and absolutely ridiculous.

Throughout this book, I’m going to share some tips and tricks for succeeding in the wild world of nude wrestling—because it’s not just about the naked part. You’ve got to have strategy. You’ve got to have balance. And you’ve got to have a sense of humor. Because if you don’t laugh at yourself while trying to perform a headlock, well, then maybe this isn’t the sport for you.

So, welcome to the world of naked wrestling, where the moves are as messy as the friendships, and the only thing more ridiculous than the fights are the stories that come with them. It’s about time you let loose and find out how you can be both graceful and awkward—all while in your birthday suit.

Let’s dive in. Just, maybe, wear a towel.