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weekend, I watched The Monday Night War, a WWF-produced (but surprisingly
un-biased) look back at the ratings war between WCW and WWF from 1996-2001.
It reminded me of the good ‘ol days, when half my friends were
Raw fans and the other half were Nitro fans. We would endlessly debate
storylines, terrible characters, and most devastating finishing moves.
We relished in the return of Ric Flair, and the way he cried out “Abuse
of Power! Fire me I’m already fired!” That was great television.
I was the biggest mark out there from 96-2001. So much so that I can
use the term “mark.” I was reading two wrestling websites
daily, watching every hour of programming both federations would offer
up (even Sunday Night Heat and WCW Saturday Night, when Hacksaw Jim
Duggan was the TV Champ, a belt he earned by finding it in the trash
after Scott Hall threw it away. Hacksaw's character had been relegated
to "janitor" by Bischoff.) To this day, I can predict how
any match will go down to the last leg drop. That’s how much
wrestling I’ve watched. But something happened in 2001 that
changed everything for the worse and turned me off of wrestling for
the next 5 years. WCW, with sinking ratings and storylines involving
David Arquette, Chucky from Child’s Play (who menacingly challenged
Rick Steiner to “Go see my movie!”), and a unibrowed booker
named Vince Russo, was bought out by the WWF. They became one company.
And at first it was exciting. Think of the possibilities! Finally,
we can see Austin Vs. Goldberg! Booker T Vs. The Rock! nWo Vs. DX!
But before you could say “Judy Bagwell on a Pole Match,”
the grand ideas were squandered.
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|Footloose 2: Footloosier||April 5th, 2005|
|Political Wars: Your Intergalactic Guide to the Election||Nov. 1st, 2004|
|Why You Almost Hated Transformers: The Movie||May 25th, 2004|
|What's Wrong, Eomer?||January 22nd, 2004|
|The Steel Wheel Rolls for the Empire||October 13th, 2003|
|The Stormtrooper Diary||Sept. 17th, 2003|
|The Orc Diary||Sept. 10th, 2003|
|Hey, I'm Tarkin to You!||July 22nd, 2003|
|Percy Yates Interviews Nate Dogg||July 13th, 2003|
|Don't Break the Ice: The Drinking Game||May 28th, 2003|
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