Note: This is a repost of my earlier review of the Coliseum Video version of this show. Since WWE doesn’t want to show the full version with Savage v. Dibiase and Terry Taylor v. Curt Hennig, I’ll just repost my already-done rant on it.
– Taped from Milwaukee, WI
– Your hosts are Sean Mooney, Superstar Graham and “Lord” Alfred Hayes.
– Opening match: The Killer Bees v. The Fabulous Rougeau Brothers. The
Bees are into their goofy long tights mode, and are nearing the end of
their usefulness to the WWF. Fairly nondescript feeling out period
establishes the Rougeaus as burgeoning cowardly heels, since the Jimmy
Hart thing was not yet in the cards. Funny bit as Raymond gets his knee
worked on by the Bees, then heads to his corner to have some improvised
physiotherapy done by Jacques. Jacques tags in stalls to piss off the
crowd, and Bees keep working on the knee. Kind of a lot of comedy
stalling by the Rougeaus, but you have to have a lot of that broad
entertaiment appeal for big stadium shows, because subtlety doesn’t work
on those in the cheap seats. B. Brian Blair turns his back at an
inopportune moment and gets jumped, and plays face in peril for a few
minutes before making the hot tag to Brunzell. Jim gets the figure-four
on Jacques, and the Bees do their trademark spots. Brunzell goes to
slam Jacques, but Raymond kicks him low and punches him in the head,
thus putting Jacques on top for the pin. Not exactly a classic, but it
served it’s purpose. **
– Bad News Brown v. Bret Hart. Welcome to Aborted Bret Hart Singles
Push #1. But Vince was trying. He was trying. These guys did a
million matches in Stampede, so they should be familiar with each other.
The Bad News man batters Bret for a bit, but Bret leapfrogs him on a
cross-corner whip and hits a couple of the five moves of doom (no
capitalization warranted yet), then throws in some heel moves. He eats
boot on a blind charge, however, and Bad News goes to the top. Bret was
faking, however, and slams him off for two. Suplex and legdrop gets
two. Bad News rakes Bret’s eyes to block the backbreaker and goes to
work. He rips Bret’s head off with a clothesline (BNB is my hero). Bret
ducks the Ghetto Blaster and dumps Bad News over the top. He follows
with a pescado, drawing “ooohs” from the crowd. Bret goes back to work,
hitting a cross-body for two, but getting dumped out of the ring on the
two-count. He sunset flips back in for two. Backbreaker gets two.
Rollup for two. Bad News reverses for three, with a handful of tights.
Great match for the time. ***1/2
– Intercontinental title match: Honky Tonk Man v. Hacksaw Duggan. David
Flair WISHES he could draw heat, money and the fans’ general disgust
like HTM could. This is formula Honky: Duggan destroys him with all
the kicks and punches in his arsenal, Honky cheats to come back, Duggan
comes back again and hits his finisher, Jimmy Hart draws the DQ. Later,
rinse, repeat. Not as bad as Ernest Miller v. Rick Fuller or whatever
the crap match du jour on WCWSN is, but it entertained the rubes nd
there wasn’t any resting. *
– Just to bring up something else: Besmirching the good name of the
Honky Tonk Man. Okay, look, trashing David Flair I can understand, but
Honky was a very capable wrestler who is one of the biggest
professionals in the business. Sure, the guy had an undeserved title
reign for 18 months, but he didn’t duck ANYONE. He gave everyone from
the jobbers all the way up to Hulk Hogan shots at the title, and it was
THEIR job to beat him, not the other way around. And Honky (the
character) outsmarted them all, until finally the Warrior figured out
the way to beat him. In the real life sense, losing to Honky was the
best thing to happen to many of those guys, because you always came out
of the match looking like the greatest wrestling alive. Honky let them
all beat him to within an inch of his life and he’d sell ANYTHING,
sometimes going to comical lengths to do so. And once he lost the
title, he spent the next two years returning the jobs to anyone from
that time period who was left in the WWF, and then some, and he always
put them over clean as a sheet. And when he was still champion, he drew
money like nuts, because he’d fill entire arenas with people who wanted
to see him die. And the bigger the underdog he was, the more money he
drew. It was a can’t-miss prospect, and that’s why he was champion for
so long.
So think about that next time you compare David Flair to HTM.
– The Powers of Pain v. The Bolsheviks. I’d FFWD if I wasn’t taping
this for someone. Thanks, John. Hayes calls Zukhov a “young Russian”
at one point. Well, I guess from Alfred’s perspective that’s true. The
Powers sell absolutely nothing, which is amazing because the match goes
like 7 minutes. Powerslam / headbutt combo finishes it. 1/4*
– Jim Neidhart v. Leapin’ Lanny Poffo. Poffo attacks early and misses a
moonsault. Neidhart proceeds to squash Poffo while the announcers relay
the usual bullshit story about Neidhart’s fictional football career.
Powerslam finishes it about 2 minutes in. Quick and inoffensive. 1/2*
– Ravishing Rick Rude v. Jake Roberts. Crowd is JACKED for this one.
Jake attacks during Rude’s pre-match promo, totally laying into Rude to
the crowd’s delight. That Cheryl Roberts angle was GOLD, seriously.
Rude bails a couple of times after taking rights from Jake. Rude kicks
Jake in the gut instead of locking up, and he goes to work. Jake
escapes and goes for the DDT early, but Rude escapes. The psychology of
the DDT was always great, because it sent heels running for the hills at
the very attempt. It remained an unkickoutable finisher until
Undertaker did just that at Wrestlemania VIII to end Robert’s legend and
begin Undertaker’s, in the proper way to use a fading star like Roberts.
Superstar Graham has a major cow over Rude’s hip gyrations, because kids
are watching. Man, I hope he doesn’t watch RAW these days. Major rest
period as Rude chinlocks Roberts to bore the crowd. It’s an effective
one, because it works on me, too, 11 years in the future. It’s still
more exciting than ChatThis 2.n, but not by much. It should be noted
that the angle behind this match is the precursor to Val “Love ‘Em and
Leave ‘Em” Venis and his wacky misadventures with the ladies. Rude gets
the fistdrop off the top, but does the posing cover for two, only to get
rolled up for two. Roberts sucks it in and comes back. Rude goes to
the top but gets crotched, which he oversells as only he can. Crowd
starts calling for you-know-what. Rights, kneelift, and DDT attempt,
but Rude grabs the ropes. Short arm clothesline (and gratutious shot of
Rude’s ass to boot), and after some disturbing pelvic thrusts, Jake gets
the DDT…and the ref gets sandwiched in between them. Rude walks, Jake
follows, everyone is counted out. Bad match, bad finish. 1/4*
– Loser-wears-a-weasel-suit match: The Ultimate Warrior v. Bobby
Heenan. I have to say: The stipulations are just a BIT slanted in
favor of the Warrior. Heenan runs like a track star, but Warrior
outsmarts him. WARRIOR outsmarts THE BRAIN? Yeah, right. Warrior rams
Heenan into all four turnbuckles a bunch of times, until Bobby pulls a
Jerry Lawler and finds an international object in his tights, which
turns the tide. After a couple of minutes of that, Warrior decides to
stop selling and tosses Heenan around like a ragdoll. Man, Heenan is
such a trooper, putting Warrior over even in retirement. Warrior
finishes him with a sleeper at the 5:00 mark. Which is really weird,
considering that a long match on RAW is about 3 minutes these days.
Warrior stuffs him in the weasel suit. Ha ha. DUD Heenan’s
double-take is pretty funny, actually.
– WWF tag team title match: Demolition v. The British Bulldogs. I have
no idea why the WWF doesn’t re-release “Piledriver”. The Demo’s theme
and Jive Soul Bro could be minor hits today if packaged properly. Smash
gets double-teamed by the Bulldog, but Ax tags in and gets the advantage
on Dynamite Kid, and the champs do their thing. Very slowly. Someone
is having an off day here. The WWF was generally smart with the Demos,
putting them in there with teams that made them look good like the
Bulldogs, the Harts and the Rockers. Davey Boy crawls through dog feces
and gets the hot tag and does his usual power stuff, then Dynamite tags
in for a snap suplex, which gets two. Bulldogs hit the finisher, but a
brawl breaks out. We repeat the Strike Force ending as Dynamite pulls
out the Octopus on Smash while Fuji distracts the ref, and that allows
Ax to whack the Kid with the cane for the pin at 7:20 (yeah, so I’m
adding times now, so sue me). *1/2
– Dino Bravo v. Ken Patera. And we’ve only seen this match 300 times on
Wrestling Challenge. Patera attacks quickly, but put his head down and
gets mulched. Patera comes back with an elbow and small package for
two, but (like in every other match he’s involved in), misses a blind
charge and Bravo hits the side slam for the pin at 3:29. 1/2*
– Cage match: Andre the Giant v. Hulk Hogan. Bet ya didn’t know about
this one, did ya? You know, the WWF’s claims of 15-foot high cages are
kind of shot down here: Andre is 7 feet tall, and he’s only a foot from
the top of the cage, and the rig apron is maybe 3 feet high, so that
makes 10 feet, not 15. I feel so betrayed. Andre chokes Hogan out
right away. Hogan chokes and punches to come back. Choke! Punch!
Punch! Choke! Bearhug! Graham sums it up pretty good: “Oh, man, this
is a gruesome fight”. No argument there. Andre blocks an escape
attempt and drops an elbow, but Hogan comes back. Andre tries to pull a
turnbuckle off, and Graham points out the folly of that: There’s 10
feet of steel all around the ring, just use that. Hogan gets it anyway
and blades. Andre runs through his blinding array of punches and
headbutts. Hogan ducks under a big boot and hammers away on Andre.
Andre goes down, Hulk drops the leg, and Hogan spends a couple of
minutes beating up poor Bobby Heenan, because beating the largest
athlete in the world just wasn’t QUITE impressive enough. Hogan climbs
out at 9:52. DUD
The Bottom Line: Shit, they cut Macho v. Dibiase out, and the
Taylor-Hennig match where they made their debut. Fuck it, don’t bother
with this tape, then, because that’s the match that makes it! My
roommate must have a different version than I remember from 11 years
ago, because I distinctly remember those two matches being on there.
