When Donald Trump was a kid, his favorite wrestler was Antonino Rocca, though Trump called him Rocky Antonino, and when classmates tried to correct him he insisted that he was right. One can see why wrestling appealed to him—the crowd is everything, the rules mean nothing, and the referees are so feckless that they often get knocked out and everyone laughs. In the late eighties, Trump hosted WrestleMania IV and V at the Trump Plaza in Atlantic City. The shows bombed, but Trump enjoyed himself. The wrestler Bret Hart remembered Trump almost falling out of his chair when Hart appeared to crack his face on a metal turnbuckle. “He believed it,” Hart told me. “He couldn’t believe I didn’t get killed.”
Appearance is reality