My parents begged me to go to church. I begged my parents to buy the Pay Per View. And a compromise was reached. If I went to Youth Group that night, they’d let me watch Spring Stampede. Being the intelligent young man that I was, I agreed speedily, though a bit begrudgingly. I had no interest in church. Though I liked the new youth pastor we had, it was still church. And that church was full of kids I went to a Christian school with, kids I knew to profess one thing at school yet live a different life after the bell had rung. I had no interest in playing the part of a Christian. I was far too interested in trouble making than to care about Jesus or the life of the Church. But for WCW Uncensored, I was willing to do anything, including sitting through what I was sure was going to be a poorly delivered sermon.