Softball helmets, bruised spinal cords, and Tex McKenzie operating on a permanent three second delay.

Jim Cornette talks shit, JYD has “it,” and Mid-South Wrestling crams a week of acton into an hour.

Flair arrives early, Bobby begins a panic-attack masterclass, and a mute Manchurian becomes the voice of reason.

A tear in Flair's eye, a tantrum from Hogan, and Sid ruining a friendship because summer softball waits for no man.

Lance Russell, Dutch Mantel, horseback riding, aggressive Speedos, and proof that regional TV was built by lunatics with access to music rights they absolutely did not own.

Like the discount retailer: mostly intact, aggressively discounted, and buried beneath a bin of shit.

Where the stories made sense, the ring sounded like gunfire, and every promo needed permission to tell you something.

Scrambled porn, Terry Funk, and a wrestling show that looked like the electric bill was past due

Things more exciting than AWA All-Star Wrestling: literally everything, including a Minnesota meat raffle.

Unsafe exercise, one perfect promo, and the question wrestling has never answered: 

Why Ed Leslie?