now here's something that makes both my inner child and my outer adult both pretty giddy. a childhood in the south demands at least a certain acknowledgment of the horror-show that was professional wrestling, and my elementary school years were spent somewhere in a no mans land between whole hearted adoration and willful ignorance. this documentary looks to piece together a little bit of the sincerely interesting and culturally valuable (really!) history of this so-called "sport."

is there anything that isn't steroids that i can take to be this incredibly fucked up out of my skull? i bet it's the drugs that joe pesci was trying to make kids take in the moonwalker movie.