What Sparked My Jacket Fetish

When I was around 8 years old. I was visiting relatives one Saturday night. While my cousins were occupied on the front porch, I found myself in the living room watching Pro wrestling on a local network. After a commercial break, the wrestling program took back over. The camera was honed in on a jobber wrestler waiting in the ring for his opponent's arrival. It was obvious he was a baby face or "good guy." The only thing that I was focused entirely on was the shiny, navy blue nylon jacket that was snapped nearly half way, as the short lapels which folded over revealed a little of the white cotton lining. My eyes were fixated on the shimmer of the Navy blue nylon shining under the lights. The thing about it all that started the "Aggressiveness of my nylon jacket fetish" was about to take place for which took me by an astonishing yet horny surprise! The jacketed wrestler's opponent was making his way to the ring very quickly. With his back turned which made him unaware, the jacketed wrestler was pearl harbored from behind by the more brutal and burly heel. The heel wrestler wrapped his left hand partially around the nylon fabric of the jacket on the shoulder as he struck repeatedly across the back of his opponent with his right forearm with obvious brute force. After the quick beat down, the aggressive wrestler grabbed two fists full of nylon material from under the collar of the silky jacket, then began pulling, stretching and popping at the nylon shell until it ripped from the bottom of the collar and both left and right side of the jacket ripping very quickly downward! I started getting a weird yet very stimulating feeling seeing the type of jacket I had a fixation on get destroyed right before my eyes! What A Huge Turn On!!