And three, and two, and one.

All right, let's get it going right here right now.

This is New Generation Declassified.

And you're listening to an all-new, new Generation Declassified here exclusively on the two-man power trip of wrestling's podcasting Empire.

If you didn't know by now, my name is Chad.

And every single week, I'm joined here by

members of the broadcast team. And we're getting together one more time to talk about the new

generation, this time digging into the holiday festivities that surrounded these new generation

years of the World Wrestling Federation between 1993 and 1997.

We're going to talk about some Yuletide carols.

We're going to talk about some crazy moments, maybe some memories we've got growing up in

the era as being young lads and waiting underneath the tree for one of those WWF treasures to be dropped off by jolly old

St. Nick. So as we get rolling into today's episode, let me welcome in from the Great Garden State,

the one and only Mr. C.P, who was smack dab in the middle of that new generation as we've come to

learn on this program.

Mr. Chastor, thanks for the welcome. It's going to be an interesting show today. Yeah, it's always

fun to take this walk down memory lane, especially this holiday season. It's a festive time. It's a weird

Christmas for a lot of people this year, but we'll go back to when everything

was great and wonderful in those mid or early 90s times and, you know, season's beatings

to everyone.

I wonder if it sucked for everybody like our age then, and we just didn't realize it because

we were like completely out of it and just uh waiting for saturday morning and waiting for superstars and

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