I was raised on breaded meats and this.

"Yeah, I do. Yeah. Outside interference, yeah. IN MY MOMENT OF GLORY!!! Yeah, and now I'm living in a nightmare. And I am the cream, and they are... not only the Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship belt must fall, but the World Heavyweight Championship belt, cause Hulk Hogan, yeah, I am... the cream, yeah, the cream of the crop, and there is no one that does it better than the Macho Man Randy Savage! On balance, off balance, doesn't matter!"




That is the kind of closing statement that movies (and cocaine hangovers) are made of. Really, what the hell was wrong with me as an 11-year-old NES addict? All I knew about life was filtered through Randy "The Macho Man" Savage and Mario World.