by Peter Marus

E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W! E-C-W!

This Sunday WWE is doing an ECW show. Up to this point it had great potential, but now that the WWE is more and more involved with the scripts and other factors (they’re scared that the $400 tickets they are selling didn’t sell out and for some reason, they think they can do an authentic show better than the people who did it when ECW was at it’s peak. When ECW was alive, tickets went from about 15-20 for the cheap seats-100 at most for the best seats at ringside). I can’t describe ECW, but it’s something that came and changed everything in wrestling, but never gets it’s full credit. The best comparison is that ECW is to wrestling as Opie and Anthony is to radio. I’m going to watch this PPV (wish I could go to it since it’s going to be ni a beautiful place to hold a small venue wrestling event-the Hammerstein Ballroom, but cost too much to go sinc eteh cheat seats to this is $150), but if they really fall back on the promises they made to the fans, I may stop watching wrestling.

My parents are going to AC tomorrow and coming back Wed. My dad is taking my mom down since it’s her birthday. This week is going to be fun, lots of fund things going on.
Right now I’m downloading music of Guns and Roses and Motley Crue…and my computer is starting to sport a mullet and wants a Camaro Z-28!!!

That’s all I got tonight