I will never throw away anything that I have taped on TV. I know that’s probably crazy, but I can’t help it. I own a DVD player, but I hardly ever re-buy DVDs that I already own on VHS. It’s just that I love old videocassettes. It’s occurred to me that perhaps this isn’t the best idea in the world - DVD picture/sound quality is better, you get extra features, and truth be told, they aren’t much more expensive than their VHS counterparts a lot of the time. Still, I can’t bring myself to buy ‘em. I’m VHS-obsessed. Every now and again I’ll go flea marketing to see what kinds of treasures I can dig up. The best kind include commercials. You’d be surprised how many people sell boxes and boxes of shit that they’ve taped off of TV.
Most of the time, my finds are garbage. It’s usually someone who taped the Grammy Awards or soap operas. They’re usually worth it for the commercials alone, but that’s about it. I still do it to this day too. I actually had to resist splurging recently at an antique barn aptly named “Antique Barn”, but I had a feeling they’d still be around 20 years from now, which would be the next time I go back. Plus, could I ever be as lucky as I was the day I found a stack of World Championship Wrestling tapes circa 1990/1991? Never. Not possible.
This was a great period for WCW. They had Sting, Luger, Flair, The Steiners, Arachnaman, Big Josh, and…Z-Man? Okay, so it wasn’t GREAT but it certainly wasn’t awful. 1993 was probably the greatest year for the Turner-owned company, and you could see some of the greatness that was building up at this point. One of the tapes that I discovered that day was a WCW 1990 Year in Review special on TBS.
Before I talk about the great significance of this tape, and prove why the title of my article isn’t merely a nonsensical immaturity, I have to tell the backstory.
I am the wrestling fan I am today, thanks to my lifelong pal Andy. Now, I’m positive I’ve mentioned Andy several times on the site, but I need you to know that once he got me hooked, it’s the glue that kept our friendship going. Every time wrestling of any kind was on TV, Andy was on the other end of the phone either during or after the program. One Saturday night, I had to miss a WCW show, but I wasn’t too worried because I knew Any would fill me in. I wasn’t too concerned anyway. While I enjoy all wrestling, I certainly partial to a guy named McMahon. Anyway, old age has kept me from remembering the finer details of the following phone conversation, but let’s just say it was the next day. It probably went a little something like this -
MOM: RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKYYYYYYYYYYYY. TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEPHOOOOOOONE!!!
RICKY: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!
(that was unnecessary, but exactly how I heard it in my head)
RICKY: Hello?
ANDY: Did you watch WCW last night?
RICKY: No, I was playing the Turtles arcade game while eating a Turtles pudding pie.
ANDY: Ric Flair pooped his trunks.
RICKY: LOL
ANDY: I am dead serious. He was wearing pink tights and he stained them in the middle of the ring.
RICKY: Are you sure it was poop? Not like, dirt or something.
ANDY: I’m positive.
RICKY: Did you tape it?
ANDY: No.
RICKY: Wow.
The thing is, years later, even into our twenties, we always talked about that match. I think even as we grew older, we started to question the story. I mean, I had no reason to think that he was lying, but would they really televise a match where the Nature Boy (WOO!) soiled his tights? My answer came to me on the WCW 1990 Year in Review Tape.
You have to understand the shock on my face when I saw Ric Flair wrestle Brian Pillman in pink tights. I couldn’t believe it. Is this it? Will I finally know the truth? Lets take a look!

The match is pretty good. The young underdog against the seasoned veteran. As you can see in the closing moments of the match, Pillman has mounted the top rope and is about to do his nickname justice. We’re a good 15 minutes into the match at this point, and so far, after sitting really close to the TV and starring at Flair’s ass the entire time, I begin to give up hope. Pillman is about to hit a big move, this is going pretty long for a TV match, and the story, while crazy and outlandish, just can’t possibly be true.

Pillman lands the flying cross body from the top! It’s over! What an upset!

Pillman has the leg hooked! Referee is in position! Flair appears to be struggling, pushing, grunting, trying to reverse and turn this around!

OH. MY. GOD. I am speechless. Seriously, this is the kind of stuff people make up on the playground. Remember my article about video game urban legends? This is unreal. After all of these years, I finally have an answer. A gross, disgusting, vile, nasty answer. He actually did it. Ric Flair crapped his pants in the middle of the ring against Brian Pillman in 1990. The proof is quite literally in the pudding. Say what you want about the man and his recent personal struggles, but after reading this I dare you to challenge me in arguing that Ric Flair is the greatest of all time. He’s done it all in this business, including pooping himself in pastel pink trunks on TV.
I would imagine that anyone capable of reading this site on a regular basis is exactly the type of person who has their share of urban legends. This site is a confessional as much as it is a place to read about the latest incarnations of Mountain Dew, so in the comments, tell me about the weird stuff you’ve wondered about through the years.