COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT, COURTESY OF WCW!!!

Hey folks! It's been a busy couple weeks here at the Crazyverse! The final touches are being put on the book, and I hope to have a teaser up by next week! I've also been working like crazy this week, with the highlight being a dolly grip for an awards show that's being broadcast on PBS. The show hasn't aired yet, so I don't know how many shots I'll actually appear in, if any, but I had a blast working it, especially when I ran into my former teacher at SDSU, Don Johnson. Prof. Johnson taught Intro to Television Production and was in fact the first teacher I had at State. So it was cool to see him again and show him that his lessons did lead me somewhere. Let that be a lesson kids: COLLEGE IS IMPORTANT!

Well, it's Wrestling Week here at the 'Stuff, and to celebrate, I dug up another polished turd courtesy World Championship Wrestling! Enjoy...

Brad Armstrong was born into wrestling royalty, being the son of "Bullet" Bob Armstrong, a legend of the southeastern wrestling scene back in the territory days. Brad, along with his brothers Scott, Steve and Brian, eventually followed in his father's footsteps, becoming a wrestler himself. While not much of a talker, Brad was a great in ring performer who held his own against many greats, including Ric Flair and Harley Race. In the dying days of the territory system, Brad had found a lot of success as the remaining NWA territories were bought out by Jim Crocket, eventually becoming WCW. As the new company emerged, Brad seemed like a natural fit for the upper midcard. Sadly, this is WCW we're talking about here, and at this point in time (1991), their M.O. was "Copy whatever the WWF is doing and quick!" In those days, the WWF was doing brisk business in the children's market, and WCW, on numerous occasions, tried to follow suit, often failing miserably. After a short run as a masked wrestler named "Badstreet" Brad Armstrong was repackaged as a web-slinging super hero sure to please the kids: ARACHNAMAN!

Yep, you read that right. You see, kids like comic books, so WCW thought that a wrestler based on Spiderman would have mass appeal. So they dressed poor Brad Armstrong up in a knock off Spiderman costume and hoped for the best. All fine and dandy except for one thing: Marvel Comics was not amused! They threatened to sue, and WCW caved in quick. Sadly, this would not be the last crap gimmick that Brad Armstrong would have to endure. Still, someone at WCW must've liked him, because he remained with the company until the very end. As for the other Armstrong brothers, Scott and Steve had even less luck, as they were primarily used as jobbers or "enhancement talent" on WCW Saturday Night. Brian Armstrong wasn't particularly gifted in the ring, but was capable of having decent matches. He was also a hell of a talker and had a ton of charisma. He went on to a stellar career in the WWF as the "Road Dogg" Jessie James. He recently returned to WWE as a road agent, working backstage.

Well, that's all for now. I'll be back next time with some form of wackiness I'm sure. In the meantime, take care and I'll catch y'all later!