I was going to write something about ECW being murdered, but what in the hell can I say about that train wreck, other than it proves that Vince McMahon isn't such a genius after all? Vince probably wanted ECW to fail, just to please his gargantuan ego. And who is going to mourn the passing of that renamed Shotgun Saturday Night anyway? What a disgrace to those athletes that literally shed blood in the real ECW ring. Let me raise my beer in salute to The Sandman.

But this columnist believes we will see some Extreme Championship caliber Wrestling again. He's lived too long and seen too many gimmicks come and go in the biz, to ever believe ECW is gone for good. And we all know Vince would change Raw's name to Nitro, if it meant higher ratings.

Now . . . onto the TNA guys. . . . No, I'm not speaking of Hogan or Hall today. They speak plenty on their own. I'm speaking of some of the best talent around. I'm speaking of Matt Morgan. I'm speaking of Amazing Red. I'm speaking of Desmond Wolfe. You know, I was really digging the Legends in TNA, until I got a good look at that trio of talent. TNA has some damn good talent: talent not named Hogan or Hall.

I was going to say here that Vince could make a superstar out of Matt Morgan, but then I was reminded by fellow columnist Andrew Vincent that Morgan was once in the WWE. I must have been blocking that from my memory. And so I said, “That just goes to show that Vince isn't such a genius.” (See second paragraph or videos of Matt Morgan stuttering.) So it goes.

Matt Morgan needs a push. This guy has the attitude and body to be this generation's Sid Vicious. But then I look at Big Show, and say, “What in the hell is this?” Maybe the era of the big man is over? So it goes.

So look at Amazing Red. He's small enough. And he has skills galore. I would love to see him and Rey Mysterio go one or two falls. But those two don't wrestle in the same federation. I mean entertainment company. So it goes.

And what can be said of Desmond Wolfe? I honestly don't know what to say about that chap. He seems to have it all, in the ring and out. I'd have worked out A Clockwork Orange angle for him, if I were booking Impact. But I'm not. So it goes.

And there are countless others I could name. The Pope is damned good also, but he's getting a push. He's getting pushed into a job at the next Pay-per-view. So it goes.

Please, TNA, don't bury these guys. I'm begging you. Like Ric Flair, I'm in the corner, on my knees. Put these cats in the X-Division or something. Put the TerrorDome around the ring. Suspend the barbwire wrapped bat from atop the dome. Put Abyss in there with them. Let us see who limps out, bloodsoaked and holding the title!

I am revealing my sadistic side now. I think I'll leave This Fan's Corner and go and do some yoga for regular guys. Peace.

*S. David Jones is author of Nothing Ventured, Nothing Lost*