Wrestling Referee

Years ago I met a couple who ran a semiprofessional wrestling outfit. I went to a few shows, met the wrestlers, even got in the ring a few times. I later got drafted into setting up before and taking down the ring after. In time I became a heel manager, Mister Crowley. One night I wasn't managing but our referee didn't show so I became referee. Another "promotion?" Lol Anyway, after the show one of the wrestlers said, "You did good. You mostly stayed out of the way." Hey, These 2 boys were about 225 and 250 pounds each and I was 145. You bet I was staying out of the way!
Well, I was now an  official referee and worked a few more shows and everything was going ok until one night Rude Dog "Son of Junk Yard Dog" was good guy (baby face) against Michael Darkheart, bad guy (heel). A few minutes into the match Rude got about 3 or 4 near pin falls against Mike. There was 2 young black men about 12 years of age near ringside. One hollered at me, "You stupid sh*t! You can't even count to three!" I started laughing uncontrollably. After another minute or so I had to pull the plug. At any time in a match a wrestler or ref can say "Take it home" meaning there is some problem and we need to end the match. We had to take that one home.
Another night "Luscious" Kenny was in a falls count anywhere match against "Babarazz" aka Isaac. They took the match all over the Nation Guard armory. Suddenly our promoter, John grabs me and says, "We've changed the finish. You're gonna take a bump from Isaac before he pulls out his foreign object..." Caught up in the moment I said, "Cool, Let's go!"  Back in the ring I thought, "Wait one Damned second! Isaac is 6' tall and 300 pounds. I have yet to take a bump from anybody yet!"
BTW... a "bump" pretty much means getting knocked flat on your ass!
Isaac backs me into the corner turnbuckle, rears back, growls, "And don't get up!" and lays into me. I have just enough time to picture my sternum meeting my spine when his forearm makes contact. To my joyous surprise I've been hit harder by my grandmother! Following kayfabe, I fall face first to the mat.... then start laughing again. To hide my laughter I roll out of then under the ring. When I finally compose myself and reappear I have tears streaming down my face from laughing so much and my face is beet red. I hear one lady at ringside say, "Oh my God! He's really hurt! He's crying!"
Back in the dressing room Isaac said, "You was great, man. You looked really scared back there!"
Our secret? I never to this day have told him that I wasn't acting.