I love WWE network.
I'm rewatching WCW events I didn't even know I had seen before. Apparently I saw a lot of this in Scotland as a 5-8 year old. I keep getting lovely goosebumps whenever I see someone I remember. Johnny B Badd was always Marc Mero to me until I remembered him putting kiss shaped stickers on his fallen opponent. That is a 25 year old memory and I was knocked sideways by it because I can't have thought about it since I was a tot.
Saw The Ding Dongs for the first time ever last night. I assumed that this was classic anti-Herd hyperbole but nope, they really did leave bells all over the canvas and one of them really did rattle a bell all the way through the fucking match.
I have never seen heat like it. It was instantaneous and absolutely the wrong sort of anger...
I have never felt so sorry for and simultaneously angry at a performance.
That will be my tinnitus if I ever get it.
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