During the Attitude Era, two major wrestling federations declared war on each other in a desperate bid for relevancy and ratings. Amid this chaotic struggle of one-upsmanship, a terd of a movie was born. Ready to Rumble was bad. So bad, that it could be considered the flying headbutt putting the WCW out for the count.
Nick and I share a Wonka Bar as we discuss the downfall of the single greatest experiment in modern live theater on television, Japanese bad boys, wrestlers as actors, and the triple cage match.
I once had a cousin who drove stunt cars. He didn’t do it for money, since there really wasn’t any in the low budget films he was involved with. But last year, when we were kicking back with a couple of cold ones, he told me that once, when he got behind the wheel of a nineteen ninety eight, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.