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Here's one I remember from the summer of 1991, when it was brand spanking new: a semi-final bout between Steve Simpson and the Lightning Kid for the then-brand-new Global Wrestling Federation in Dallas. Twenty years ago I thought Simpson was the next Kevin Von Erich, and while he lacked Kevin's blond, all-American-jock looks and blithely entitled boss's-son swagger, Steve had attitude and the moves--Kev's brother from another mother, from another continent--and I liked him--how much because of or in spite of the Dee Snider hairdo, I could never decide.

And this was his best match, in my opinion, even though he was three or four years past his prime, I thought at the time, battling new wavy The Lightning Kid (back when Sean Waltman was barely nineteen). Just the suggestion that this was a heavy-metal-loving big brother teaching an overly aggressive punk kid brother a needed lesson--an impression mildly abetted by the commentator who says Steve is going to "put [the Kid] to bed"--was enough to jump-start me--and the image of Steve twisting and rolling the Kid in a circle immediately etched itself in my memory (a good thing since I had neglected to tape the show).

Thank you, sportjockma, for bracing up the moment for me by publishing the fight (along with many others) on YouTube (here).