I just watched some crappy documentary about ECW (Extreme Championship Wrestling... I forget not everybody who reads this is an internet wrestling nerd), and it got me fired up to watch some of the old stuff from like '95 through '98. That was seriously the best wrestling show ever, chock full of bizarre nonsense, great feuds, plenty of insane highspots and senseless blood, and all put together pretty well considering it was done on a shoestring budget. When I first found a bar in Richmond that they played it on Tuesday nights back in the day, that was some good times, getting drunk, watching The Public Enemy make Mikey Whipwreck drink beer in the park to get ready for a ridiculously retarded yet awesome ladder match with The Sandman... and that's just one slice. So many slices. You could take a year's worth of the TV, edit out the replays of stuff from last week, and the commercials that played relentlessly, and that 52 hours of television per year could probably be squeezed a set of six or seven DVDs. But the WWE owns everything now, and rather than let us enjoy ourselves that way, they just pump out these pseudo-documentary collections of individual wrestlers that, from what I've seen, are kinda boring, and missing out on the type of bullshit that I enjoy. The WWE has never exactly had storylines be their strong suit, nor great matches that are senseless in some fashion. But whatever. I'm sure I could find some internet wrestling nerd who could burn this for me, but I want the sets that are edited down without all the replays and commercials and also so maybe Sabu or Terry Funk could make a little extra money, which of course is unrealistic on my part because it's not like wrestlers get paid well for mangling themselves. Which of course is why ECW was so great, because dudes got mad mangled, basically motivated by cult-like motivational talks.
Fuck man, I'd watch the fuck out The Sandman/Sabu ladder matches right now if I had it.
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