ECW needs to die.
No, I'm not kidding. And I'm not just saying it to be controversial either.
I mean every word of that.
Is saying it going to make me popular? Probably not.
In truth, it won't surprise me if people get angry about this post. I know how ECW fans can get. You're a passionate bunch.
But I'm not scared of that.
Popularity isn't important. Truth is.
And the truth is that ECW has become like a much loved family pet so old that it's on its last legs, but you can't stand to put it down.
It's limping on to please you, suffering and miserable, and you just don't have the heart to end it.
I do. And here's why.
Extreme Championship Wrestling collapsed as a company in April 2001. You know how old I was?
I was still a month away from my tenth birthday.
I did not grow up watching ECW. I think I've watched maybe two ECW matches, both of which starred Rob Van Dam.
Oh, and I've seen that clip of Mick Foley getting buried beneath steal chairs.
I don't have the same nostalgia that older fans have for what ECW used to be. All I have is what I've seen.
Do you know what ECW is to me?
ECW is a meaningless crowd chant.
ECW is EV2.0.
And ECW is Tommy Dreamer sobbing while he asks Dixie Carter for one more night.
This is what new fans see of ECW. This is what young people see of ECW. This is ECW in a nutshell for me.
Three letters that people yell when they're not asking for tables.
The epitome of middle-age raging against youth, desperate for what came before.
And one weeping man begging for a chance to recapture his former glory, unable to let go of the past.
And let's be honest, ECW fans: you're not much better.
Sure, you're not crying into Dixie's skirts. But you're not willing to turn away from the 90s either.
You tell me that ECW was hardcore wrestling. That it was the mature, edgy answer to the WWE and WCW. That it stood shoulder to shoulder with giants.
And I believe you.
But that was back then. Things are different now. And we have to move on.
Earlier, I compared ECW to an old family pet. But that's not quite right.
No, ECW is a wrestling zombie.
It's a beloved friend who died over thirteen years ago and yet still wanders around.
No matter what we say or do, it shambles on, moaning "E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub!" and chewing on passers-by.
It may look and sound like the one you loved. But it's an empty shell. Devoid of life. A soulless husk.
It's been over a decade. Could somebody please put a bullet between its eyes Old Yeller-style and give us all a bit of peace?
Because until we do, it's going to keep going.
So please. Let ECW go, people.
Just let it go.