Last month, when Bill Simmons presented his collection of YouTube Hall of Fame videos, I was most intrigued by his No. 10 entry, a 1986 WWF skit titled "Fuji Vice," starring Don Muraco and Mr. Fuji as drug-busting feds. I'd never seen this clip, and the now-WWE had the clip removed immediately due to copyright restrictions.

Google searches produced nothing, except for a mention that it appeared on a DVD titled WWE Presents The World's Greatest Wrestling Managers, which happened to be available via NetFlix. Being a sucker for any '80s pro wrestling highlights, especially ones that promised humor in the form of antagonistic managers, I sent this one straight to the top of my queue. Here's how it went.

DVD Contents:

• A dozen of the greatest managers — including Freddie Blassie, Captain Lou Albano, Jim Cornette, Jimmy Hart and Bobby Heenan — are profiled via classic clips, along with interviews with the principles and their industry peers.

• Extras included "Fuji Vice," an "investigative report" by Gene Okerlund at the Hart Foundation's executive offices/world headquarters, classic manager interviews and matches involving those profiled.

Random Thoughts on the DVD:

• Even though Slick, the "Doctor of Style," wasn't profiled, he appeared in some scenes, including a chapter on "How to Cheat." John Cena echoed my thoughts when he said, "Anyone who has a doctorate ... in style ... is OK with me." Right on, man, and that's why I was so excited to post audio of Slick's theme, "Jive Soul Bro," a couple of years ago, when I was only 31 and slightly less embarrassed than I am now to write about pro wrestling.

• Steve Lombardi is interviewed and is even shown as the Brooklyn Brawler, who I was surprised to learn was once in the Heenan Family, considering he got his ass kicked more often than S.D. Jones and Johnny Rodz combined.

• Good thing for Jerry Brisco's Dumbo-like ears, or else people would really make fun of his gnarly teeth.

• As expected, the Blassie chapter was gold. (You may recall I met him as a kid at a Japanese restaurant, and he autographed a menu with this message: "Don't be a pencil-neck geek!" To this day, that is what motivates me to live as I do.) You see the Fashion Plate of Wrestling dressed like a retired Foridian on acid. You hear him berating crowds as ugly, poor low-lifes. You see his stable member, the Iron Sheik, doing that exercise that words can't describe (but you know it if you've seen it). You hear Stone Cold refer to Blassie as "a 'class act' in every sense of the word," even though class + act = two words. You see the Sheik taunting in his native tongue, while Blassie, dressed in some Arabian get-up, nods as if he understands it all, before shouting "Bali! Bali!" You see fans throwing shit at Blassie and hitting Vince McMahan in the noggin' instead. Most of all, you see a guy who must've had everyone backstage peeing in their pants as he riled up crowds who, back then, really did believe this shit was real. Don't forget to check out my review of the cult film, My Breakfast with Blassie. You'll think twice the next time you have to shake hands with a stranger.

• Forget what I said about Brisco's teeth. Compared to Ernie Roth, the Grand Wizard, he's got a perfect grill.

• I didn't watch wrestling when Sunny, formerly Tammy Sytch, became the first Diva. But she's profiled for pioneering the tits and ass era I came to love so much around 1999-2001. Strangely, McMahon throws her under a bus for not handling her success well. Bad attitude and drugs are mentioned, and I wonder what the motivation was for even mentioning it. According to pics on this fan shrine, she has not aged well. Christ, she's only a couple months older than me.

• News to me: Paul Bearer is a certified mortician.

• Arnold Skaaland reflects on having done the right thing for Bob Backlund by throwing in the towel against the Iron Sheik, because he knew Backlund wouldn't quit and would end up getting hurt. He makes no mention of the fact that's what the script called for. Hey Arnie, the kayfabe thing got its doors blown off years ago.

• Jim Cornette is shown introducing the Midnight Express as "twin sons of different mothers."

• Albano mentions how his wife wanted him to clean up his look. I know I'm not the only who who spent the next 10 minutes in a fog, wondering who said "I do" to Albano. Slightly less puzzling: how a guy from Carmel, N.Y., carved an image that included island shirts and flip flops. In an interview, Albano credits the wrestlers, not so much himself, for their in-ring success. Again, the scripts may have had something to do with it.

• The Miss Elizabeth section is boring, as her peers fawn over her grace and beauty and ... blah, I want more Blassie! Still she made my list of top 10 wrestling babes, because I thought she was super-hot 20 years ago. Then again, I could have gotten a boner over a pack of dirty playing cards back then.

• Howard Finkel is shown introducing a match from 1977. I swear nothing will ever top the anticipation of those monthly shows at MSG, because titles just didn't change anywhere else. He'd always yell out, "This match is scheduled for ONE FALL ..." Even though only like 0.000013% matches were scheduled for more than one fall, he'd always make it the emphasis.

• Bobby Heenan's profile is saved for last, and it's sad to see him so frail after battling cancer. He was the absolute master of the one-liner, tied with Blassie as my all-time favorite wrestling personality ever. Hell, every time I travel to see the Yankees at road venues, I turn into The Brain, complaining about being surrounded by humanoids in Philly, commoners in Baltimore or, worst of all, ham-and-eggers at Shea Stadium. He and Gorilla Monsoon had perfect timing, with Monsoon always playing the straight man and Heenan knocking everything out of the park.

Check out these exchanges:

[On the Rosatti sisters]
Heenan: You know what Rosatti means in Italian?
Gorilla: Sure. It means red, rich, full...
Heenan: Nope. It means lard.

[On Hulk Hogan's entrance music]
Heenan: That's my second favorite song.
Gorilla: I'm almost afraid to ask. What's your favorite?
Heenan: All the rest are tied.

[On Koko B. Ware's bird, Frankie]
Gorilla: Those birds can live to be 25 or 30 years old.
Heenan: Not in my house
Gorilla: I'm sure
Heenan: If he was in my house he'd be in a Shake 'n' Bake bag.

• "Mean" Gene Okerlund's investigative report at the Hart Foundation's "executive offices/world headquarters" was a pleasant surprise. We were told that the Hart Foundation occupied 25 floors in a Manhattan office building and employed 200 secretaries. Mean Gene was pressed by bimbo staffers for not having the proper credentials to enter, and he protested that "just last week" he'd been to the White House to interview the President of the United States. They also addressed him as "Mr. Greenjeans," even after they asked him to spell him name (yes, he really spelled it M-E-A-N G-E-N-E). Watched it twice and still don't know what the hell he was investigating, but it was kinda funny watching Okerlund play the role of stooge reporter.

• And, finally, "Fuji Vice." This script had no inherently funny lines at all, but Muraco and Fuji were delivering them, and they could make me laugh reading a phone book. The plot is that our federal agents try to bust a drug kingpin on the high seas, only to be suckered themselves and taken captive. They're rescued, though, and later claim they knew what was going on the whole time and had everything figured out, as Fuji says, "from A to Z." Gotta say I liked the Mean Gene investigation better, if only because these guys had the personality of a damp piece of bread, whereas Jimmy Hart was in the other skit.

In Conclusion:

Solid DVD rental for an old-time fan, though I wish they'd focused only on the truly funny stuff these guys did. The production switched too much from total goofiness to shit like Skaaland being serious about saving Backlund from injury and lauding Miss Elizabeth's dignity.

I also wished I'd become a wrestling manager. Never thought of that before, but I would've had a ton of fun traveling and teasing fans and getting them all worked up like Blassie or Heenan. I don't think it's the same anymore. I don't think anyone really hates the "bad guys" anymore, but back then that real animosity did more than anything to fill arenas.

Other Reviews:

• Slam! Wrestling: Managers DVD Frustrating but Entertaining

• Amazon.com Reviews — Some love it, some wished there was more.