My first Japanese wrestling tape came in the mail wrapped in the remnants of a brown paper bag, its contents, perhaps, seen as too shameful to be viewed by the outside world. It was a collection of what are now viewed as the standards—Mitsuharu Misawa, the young ace of All Japan Pro Wrestling, Jushin Liger, the pint-sized super-hero reinventing wrestling in his image for New Japan and the rampaging Bruiser Brody, a legendary brawler, bad ass and martyr. The last of the renegades.
Thanks for writing this. I’ve been a come and go visitor in the IWC since the late nineties, so your article brings back many memories. I was a college kid not too far up the road in Clemson, South Carolina that spent many an hour perusing wrestling websites while trying not to download a virus on my roommate’s Compaq computer. Somehow I missed out on the DVDVR board, but I do remember references of it. While I didn’t follow Dean’s work or even know his name, I certainly appreciate what he’s done.
Thanks for writing this. I’ve been a come and go visitor in the IWC since the late nineties, so your article brings back many memories. I was a college kid not too far up the road in Clemson, South Carolina that spent many an hour perusing wrestling websites while trying not to download a virus on my roommate’s Compaq computer. Somehow I missed out on the DVDVR board, but I do remember references of it. While I didn’t follow Dean’s work or even know his name, I certainly appreciate what he’s done.