The Netcop Retro Rant for Halloween Havoc 89
– Live from Philadelphia, PA
– Your hosts are Jim Ross and Bob Caudle.
– Opening match: Tom Zenk v. Mike Rotunda. My tape is having issues so
I have to fast-forward. It’s clipped anyway. Zenk rolls through a
cross-body for the pin, and it’s **-ish.
– Okay, the tape is okay now.
– The Midnight Express & Steve “Bart WHO?” Williams v. The SST & Samoan
Savage. The Savage is former Islander Tama. This was another segment
in the never-ending feud between the Midnight Express and every other
sucky team tossed at them in 1989. Thankfully they turned heel and beat
the shit out of the Dynamic Doofuses at the next Clash. Another Turner
clip-job special, as we cut to Bobby playing Ricky Morton (oh, the
irony). The Samoans (who are the only team WORSE than the Freebirds) use
a lot of kicks and headbutts. Fatu’s ass is almost in Yokozuna
territory here. To think that these idiots would become future WWF tag
champs is frightening. Tama goes for the pump splash but Eaton gets the
knees up and makes the hot tag to Steve Williams. Philly WORSHIPS this
guy. Total destruction on everyone, then Lane comes in and botches a
neckbreaker on Tama. Enzuigiri and a pier-six erupts. Tama knocks Lane
into Cornette (standing on the apron) and pins him to officially place
the Midnights at rock bottom. * Better times were ahead.
– The Cuban Assassin v. Tommy Rich. The Cuban in question is Fidel
Sierra, the guy who would go on to form the Barrio Brothers with Ricky
Santana, not the really old one who wrestled in Stampede for years. The
crowd goes apathetic here as they trade punches and restholds. Crowd is
actively chanting “boring” as Rich armbars the Cuban. I’d make some
witty observation to pass the time but this is a horrible match and
neither guy is the least bit interesting. At least Sid is fun to mock.
Uh, let’s see…Tommy’s a drunk! No, that’s en vogue these days, so no
good. Um…he’s fat with a bad dye-job? His mother dresses him funny?
Oh, screw it. Assassin blows something and Rich gives him the big elbow
and catches him with the Thesz press for the pin to end this crap. DUD
– NWA World tag title match: The Freebirds v. The Dynamic Dudes.
Finally, something to work with. The Dudes have Jim Cornette with them
here and nearly get booed out of the building by the Philly crowd, which
is hugely ironic today considering that Shane Douglas became the
darling of Philly a few years later. The much cooler Freebirds get a
massive face pop. Welcome to Philly. I hate both teams passionately.
For some reason, Garvin is only one to bring his belt. Michael’s
moonwalk gets a good pop. We cut to Johnny Ace holding Garvin in a side
headlock and tormenting Hayes. The Dudes clear the ring with some fancy
double-teams and get a huge heel pop. They don’t know how to react.
Then, in a glorious moment, the crowd starts chanting “You suck” when
Ace gets in the ring. Hayes pops Ace from outside with a cheap shot and
gets a big face pop. This is Bizarro World, folks. This crowd has to
be heard to be believed. Ace is outside the ring and Garvin keeps
kicking him in the head to keep him out. A huge “Freebirds” chant
breaks out. Ace is caught in the corner and MAN this crowd is
bloodthirsty. Hayes with a double-whip clothesline to the corner, and
goes for the DDT but Ace blocks. Hot tag to Shane Douglas, who clears
the ring to another heel pop. Pier-six and the crowd is getting
downright hostile. Dudes go for the double-slingshot suplex on Garvin
but Hayes hooks Ace’s leg from the outside and Garvin falls on top for
the pin and it’s one of the biggest face pops I’ve ever heard. *1/2
– The Steiner Brothers v. Doom. This would be the debut of Ron Simmons
and Butch Reed as Doom, managed by Woman. They were masked at the time,
but there were only two black guys in the NWA at the time, so the
choices were pretty limited to begin with, so it was no huge secret.
For those who care, Nancy Sullivan started showing up at ringside during
Rick Steiner’s matches as a nerdy fan called “Robin Green”, cheering him
on. Rick and Robin went on a date, and she began showing up in the
Steiners’ corner, despite the fact that Missy Hyatt was their manager.
Finally, Hyatt told Green to take a hike, and she got upset and dumped
Rick and changed her name to Woman, then found Doom as her revenge.
Women, go fig. This was well before Doom developed talent as a team.
Lots of stalling to start as Doom runs after every major power move.
Rick gets caught in the corner fairly soon into this and pummelled by
Simmons, er, Doom #1. Headlock on Rick, so he pushes Simmons into his
corner and Scott comes off the top with a clothesline. Rick gets
pummelled again. Scott tagged in and he goes right to ruling the earth
with a gourdbuster. He ducks a clothesline and hits a belly-to-back.
Awesome. Scott is a shell of his former greatness these days. Scott
gets tripped by Reed, leading to more double-teaming. Basic stuff from
Doom: Bodyslam, double-elbow, punches, clotheslines, etc. Scott used
to try anything, now he tries nothing. It’s like two different people,
so maybe it’s a good thing he did such a drastic image change. It’s
hard enough reconciling them as it is. The usual cheap heat heel
tactics (choke, toss over the top, Woman interferes) from Doom. How did
they ever get good? They were the DOA of 1989 and they went on to
greatness. Life is weird. The match continues dragging as Scott is
powerslammed (gee, guess which Doom guy that is?) for two. More cheap
heat segments with the false tag, leading to a spike-piledriver while
the ref’s back is turned. It only gets two. Hot tag to Rick for real,
and he cleans house with the usual, which was new back then. Scott in,
Frankensteiner on Simmons as Rick powerslams Reed. Ref is distracted
outside with Scott and Simmons, leaving Woman to load up Reed’s mask.
Reed headbutts Rick with the LOADED MASK OF DOOM! for the upset win.
Bad match from a great team. *1/4 The Steiners would squash the
Freebirds for the tag titles a few weeks later, and would eventually
lose them to this very team after they lost their masks and gained
– US Title match: Lex Luger v. Brian Pillman. Before the injuries and
the drugs and the shoot interviews, Pillman was GOD. And speaking of
things that would never happen today, Luger gets a massive face pop here
in Philly, even as a heel. The Rock is currently doing Luger’s heel
schtick, by the way. Luger ruled it back then. Luger was even more
over as a face as a heel than as a face. Try reading that again if it
doesn’t make sense. Luger hammers on Pillman to start and trash talks
him. Pillman gets tossed, but jumps back in and spears Lex. Chops, a
6-inch whip and a backdrop, and Luger bails. Baseball slide. More
chops (whoo!) outside the ring and Luger gets tossed in. Air Pillman
attempt but Luger bails. Chase outside and Luger decks him as he comes
in. More punishment in the corner. Crowd is divided 50/50.
Cross-corner whip on Pillman leads to a flying bodyblock by Pillman for
two. Pillman works on the arm to slow things down. Luger with a
hiptoss which Pillman reverses out of mid-air and goes back to the arm.
To the corner, cross-corner whip and charge but Luger eats boot.
Pillman goes for the Money Shot and Lex moves. Luger whips him and does
the “upsy-daisy” facefirst plant. Throat-first to the top rope.
Running clothesline, which he could actually hit realistically in 89.
Pillman with chops to fight back (whoo!). But Pillman puts his head
down and gets booted and clotheslined, front and back. Crowd is 70/30
for Luger. Elbows to the head. Hanging suplex for two. Elbowdrop, but
Pillman’s fighting back again. Luger tosses him to relieve the
pressure. Pillman sunset flips him on the way in for two. Luger goes
for a lariat but Pillman ducks and Luger goes flying. Chops in the
corner by Pillman and the TEN PUNCHES OF DOOM!, but Luger atomic drops
him out and sets up for the superplex. Pillman shoves him off and
sunset flips him for two. Chops (whoo!) and a flying elbow. Chops
(whoo!) and a backdrop. Pillman nails Air Pillman but Luger’s got a
foot on the ropes. Rude Awakening and Pillman to the top, but Luger
moves. Clothesline misses, but Luger catches Pillman on a bodypress and
stun-guns him for the three count to retain the title. Bitchin’ match.
– The Skyscrapers v. The Road Warriors. Ah, for the days when all was
right with the world. Before Sid convinced himself that he was a draw,
before Hawk got old and fat, before Ellering lost his personality. The
Skyscrapers literally dwarf the Warriors. This would be what JR would
call a Slobberknocker. Nobody’s selling nothin’. Spivey and Hawk trade
shoulderblocks before Hawk does a diving one to get him off his feet and
out of the ring. Sid blows his first move, a clothesline, which Hawk
pretends to have ducked in order to cover. Double-slam by the Warriors
but Sid no-sells. Shoulderblock exchange by Animal and Sid. Again, a
flying shoulderblock takes him down and out. Okay, we’re going nowhere
here. Test of strength gives Hawk and Sid plenty of time to plan spots.
Hawk pushes him to the corner and monkey flips him. WHOA, A WRESTLING
MOVE! Sid no-sells. Animal dominates Spivey, but Hawk tags in and gets
caught in the corner. Sid wipes out Hawk with a clothesline and a
helicopter slam. Sidewalk slam by Spivey for two. Spivey no-sells a
clothesline and baseball slides Hawk. Double-whip clothesline on Hawk
that looks terrible. Sid scowls a lot. Spivey puts his head down but
it doesn’t matter because he no-sells the kick to the head. He no-sells
a suplex and tags Sid back in. I’m surprised someone didn’t shoot on
these punks. Hot tag to Animal, not seen of course. Avalanche by
Spivey, but he eats boot on the second one. Real hot tag to Animal, who
dropkicks Spivey and shoulderblocks him, then gets into a melee with
Sid. Pier-six erupts. Powerslam on Sid but Teddy Long tosses in the
GOLD KEY OF DEATH! for the weak DQ. Don’t even ask about the key, I
don’t even remember what it was for. 1/2*
– Thundercage match: Terry Funk & Great Muta v. Ric Flair & Sting.
Bruno Sammartino is the guest ref. This was a true Thundercage, as the
cage is electrified on top and the only way to win is by having your
second throw in the towel. Gary Hart represents the heels, Ole Anderson
represents the faces. The cage is a Hell in the Cell type deal,
covering all of ringside and going about 30 feet in the air. No roof,
but the top is slanted inwards and electrified to prevent escape. It
starts out as a regular tag match that happens to be inside a cage.
Flair and Funk start, and Flair dumps Funk over the top rope, just
because he can. Sting gets in and follows suit. Flair nearly takes the
skin off Funk’s chest with a chop. OUUUUUUUUCH! Muta gets some too.
Sting ranks on Muta. Flair in with the rapid-fire punches to the head
and a nasty atomic drop. Then it finally turns into a psychotic brawl.
Flair and Funk ram each other into the cage while Sting and Muta try
some wrestling. Sting with the flying head-smash on both heels. They
try some more wrestling then everyone starts climbing the cage. Funk is
hanging off the top and Flair starts chopping away on him. What a dick.
They switch off as Sting beats on Funk and Flair figure-fours Muta in
the ring. Flair gets distracted by Funk and Muta gives him an enzuigiri
while Flair is on the second rope. Vicious kick, too. Funk ties Sting
up on the cage as Muta applies the bridged deathlock to Flair. Stuff
piledriver on Flair. Sting is still having problems getting free. He
gets loose and dives off the cage onto Funk. Whoa. More brawling and
Muta goes for the moonsault but gets crotched by Sting. Flair gets the
figure-four on Funk and Sting dives off with splashes to add to the
move. Brutal. Gary Hart gets into a fight with Ole Anderson as Bruno
decks Muta. Ole nails Hart and the towel goes flying, which Bruno sees,
and stops the match. Some brutal spots but pretty disappointing
The Bottom Line: I liked this show, but not as much as the incredible
WrestleWar/Bash double-shot that came before it. Still, some good stuff
wraps up a good year for the NWA, if we assume that Starrcade 89 didn’t