Post by Avalanche Alvarez on Feb 17, 2010 12:01:03 GMT -5
*Ahem*
Extreme.
When something isn't simply bland or run of the mill. When this thing goes to the zenith and becomes more than just the ordinary.
Championship.
A mark of excellence within the community that one operates, whatever sport they might play but a symbol that lets everyone know that you are the best at that sport.
Wrestling.
An event where two men, not deteminable of equal size and wearing outlandish clothing approach a square ring to the sound of questionably relevant music and proceed to grab one another until they succeed in pinning their shoulders on the mat for three seconds.
These three words were brought together as the moniker "Extreme Championship Wrestling" or "ECW" and every Tuesday night, it was shown on a little known cable station that plays movies about mutated beavers and sentient octopi.
It didn't matter that after the first trickles of blood hit the live feed and the owner of the promotion caved in to the cable station's complaints to not show the very thing that made it "extreme". Blonde women that couldn't dance, men pretending to be zombies, and Dustin Rhodes aka Goldust were pretty darned extreme!
It didn't matter that the official roster of the show was less than half of the other two shows! That just meant that you could be guaranteed a repetative set of competitions on a weekly basis between wrestlers you'd come to know...whether you wanted to or not.
It didn't even matter that the belt that was the representation of "champion" on the show was less regarded within the wrestling promotion than the glaring errors made in company history that YouTube will never let that company forget.
It was an hour's worth of time killer. An hour on Tuesday night that those little "DID YOU KNOW" bumpers would let you know that "more males 7-99 watched ECW than TLC, The Weather Channel, and the What's On TV Guide Channel COMBINED!".
Despite the failure that you achieved by not living up to the company that you bought the name from, missing in EVERY attempt that you made, we still watched you.
Yes, ECW, we were looking for you.
We weren't looking for trouble, but you certainly delivered it
Our words weren't dangerous and our talk certainly wasn't as cheap as your production value.
But it still feels like your standing here....
I will NEVER question the heart you borrowed from a long dead promotion.
And I know that in the hearts of the fans that actually liked the bastardized version of you, that fire will never stop burning inside.
I advise Pepcid AC.
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There you go.
Extreme.
When something isn't simply bland or run of the mill. When this thing goes to the zenith and becomes more than just the ordinary.
Championship.
A mark of excellence within the community that one operates, whatever sport they might play but a symbol that lets everyone know that you are the best at that sport.
Wrestling.
An event where two men, not deteminable of equal size and wearing outlandish clothing approach a square ring to the sound of questionably relevant music and proceed to grab one another until they succeed in pinning their shoulders on the mat for three seconds.
These three words were brought together as the moniker "Extreme Championship Wrestling" or "ECW" and every Tuesday night, it was shown on a little known cable station that plays movies about mutated beavers and sentient octopi.
It didn't matter that after the first trickles of blood hit the live feed and the owner of the promotion caved in to the cable station's complaints to not show the very thing that made it "extreme". Blonde women that couldn't dance, men pretending to be zombies, and Dustin Rhodes aka Goldust were pretty darned extreme!
It didn't matter that the official roster of the show was less than half of the other two shows! That just meant that you could be guaranteed a repetative set of competitions on a weekly basis between wrestlers you'd come to know...whether you wanted to or not.
It didn't even matter that the belt that was the representation of "champion" on the show was less regarded within the wrestling promotion than the glaring errors made in company history that YouTube will never let that company forget.
It was an hour's worth of time killer. An hour on Tuesday night that those little "DID YOU KNOW" bumpers would let you know that "more males 7-99 watched ECW than TLC, The Weather Channel, and the What's On TV Guide Channel COMBINED!".
Despite the failure that you achieved by not living up to the company that you bought the name from, missing in EVERY attempt that you made, we still watched you.
Yes, ECW, we were looking for you.
We weren't looking for trouble, but you certainly delivered it
Our words weren't dangerous and our talk certainly wasn't as cheap as your production value.
But it still feels like your standing here....
I will NEVER question the heart you borrowed from a long dead promotion.
And I know that in the hearts of the fans that actually liked the bastardized version of you, that fire will never stop burning inside.
I advise Pepcid AC.
-
There you go.