A Wrestling With Sin Special: The Main Event Championship Wrestling Scandal

Brian Damage

The year is 2001 and the landscape of professional wrestling wrestling has drastically changed. In that year, two major promotions went belly up and folded. Those two promotions were none other than Extreme Championship Wrestling and World Championship Wrestling respectively. Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Federation became the only major game in town and now had a monopoly on the wrestling business. Continue reading


Icons of Wrestling #43 – Master P

Jamie Lithgow

Name: Percy Robert Miller aka Master P
Occupation: Rapper, actor, businessman, record executive extraordinaire
Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana
Glory Days: A couple of weeks in June of 1999
Fun Fact: One of the cited reasons for Master P’s direct involvement in WCW being so brief was his apparent unhappiness that the fans in Washington D.C. and New Orleans (his home town) did not react to him as expected i.e. loads of them booed the shit out of him.

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A Moment in Time: Mr Perfect Dumps Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan

Mr PerfectCraig Wilson

The late, and very great, Curt Hennig is a favourite of this blog and a particular favourite of myself, even though he spent much of his time as a heel in the WWE. In this latest ‘A Moment in Time‘ we head back to 1992 and the episode of Prime Time Wrestling on X and see the demise of the relationship between Mr Perfect and Bobby ‘The Brain’ Heenan and his face turn. Continue reading

Diamonds Are Forever….But Sometimes You Get A Lump Of Coal


“Diamonds are Forever, and so are the Four Horsemen”

Brian Damage

When the elite faction known as the 4 Horsemen formed in 1986…nobody could fathom just how influential the group would be. When you think about the truly great Horsemen, we immediately think of the names Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard, Arn and Ole Anderson and Barry Windham. Along with James J. Dillon as their manager…the Four Horsemen dominated the competition in the National Wrestling Alliance. Continue reading