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Patrick Barker's Rant: Slamboree '95
Why is my first recap of Slamboree '95? Well, at Best Buy I found it in
the two dollar bin, so I got it. Read this recap, and tell me what you
think. I love e-mails, even if they're filled with criticisms. On with
the show! My video copy opens with adveritsements for SuperBrawl V, Uncensored, and The Great American Bash. Oh, and Slamboree, of course. Apparently, it's a Legends Reunion. So was 1999's, if I remember. There was some Flair guy I've never heard of. Eric Bischoff is sitting in for Schiavone. I don't know whether to be upset or happy. No wonder this tape was only two bucks. Bobby Heenan and Gene Okerlund join Bischoff. Apparently, Meng vs. Road Warrior Hawk has been signed for tonight. I'm not sure my typing fingers will be able to keep up with all of this excitement. They jump right to hyping the main event, which is Hogan/Savage vs. Flair/Vader. Gene comments that Heenan is quiet, to which Eric Bischoff says "I like it that way". Then Bischoff smirks like he just came up with the most clever phrase ever used by an announcer. Bischoff says time may be running out for Harlem Heat. Four years later, I can look back at Bischoff and say "Ha! You were wrong, you douchebag!" Harlem Heat hypes their match vs. The Nasties, which brings us to Match 1: Harlem Heat vs. The Nasty Boys (WCW Tag Team Titles) The Nasty Boys are using their WWF music. Blasphemy! Sags is alone. Bischoff remarks that "Sags is hot". Take it for what you will. Apparently, Sags is the face. Sherri comes out with Harlem Heat. We see some fireworks to which Bischoff says "Explosive action in WCW? You're not kidding!" Hey, dickhead, nobody's even thrown a punch yet! Sags is fighting by himself. Insurmountable face-over-heel odds, you see. According to my PWI Almanac, the Nasties win the belts. Oops, there goes the suspense! And what's a WCW show without suspense? Stalling to start, and Booker T. starts. Crowd chants "Nasty". Trading slaps. Sags with big punches and a clothesling that T. sells like he got hit by a bulldozer. Crowd is hot early. Head to the buckle. Clothesline. Stevie is in, and Sags is still kicking ass. Double DDT by Sags. Is he gonna hit Sherri? Yes! Sags spends about a year setting up for a pumphandle slam, and nails it for a two. Thumb to the eye by T. to change the momentum. Double team by Harlem Heat. Snapmare. Stevie is in, BTW. Misses a fistdrop. Sags with a double leg takedown, and a headbutt to the groin. Legdrop to the groin this time. Scoop and a slam by Sags. Bischoff expected a faster-paced match. Yeah, Sags gets winded dialing long distance. Sags to the top, PATHETIC double axe handle. Sherri breaks up the pin, and Sags chases her, before getting nailed by Stevie (duh). Kneedrop. Fistdrops. Sags rolls to the outside, where Sherri and Booker T. are. Ingenious. Sherri slaps him, and T. holds him for her to do it again. Stevie throws Sags into the rail, and I'm expecting Knobs any minute. Back in, and a tag to Booker T. Stevie with an Irish Whip, and Booker with a flying forearm. Booker with a kneedrop and a resthold. See, they need restholds to complete these complex sequences like kneedrop, fistdrop, kneedrop. Both men standing. Sags with an eye poke, but Booker with a snapmare, misses an elbowdrop, but hits a NICE jump wheel kick. Tag to Stevie. Booker with the whip, and Stevie with a dropkick. Bischoff says that the Nasties are from Tampa, even though the introductions had them from New York City. Great, Bitchoff. Heenan says that WCW has no room for cowards and bigmouths. Yeah, unless they teach Bischoff's son karate. Sidewalk slam by Stevie, tag to Booker, who's going up top, and hits a somersault legdrop. That was cool. Bischoff sends his best to Schiavone, who had neck surgery! Awesome! This tape is now worth the two bucks. Heenan says (of the somersault legdrop) "I wish they'd do that to Schiavone". That's cold and heartless, and PREACH ON BOBBY! Heenan accuses Tony of faking. I always loved The Brain. Big non-chalant cover by Booker, for a 2.9. Tag to Stevie. Booker holds Sags down as Stevie hits the CRAPPIEST MOVE OF 1995. He climbs to the second rope, then down to the first, jumps off, lands on his feet, and then hits a normal legdrop. This match loses 1/2* for that alone. Another tag. T. goes for a backdrop, but Sags hits a despiration piledriver, and HERE COMES KNOBS. Yeah, where the hell were you when Sags was getting his ass kicked? Huh?! Ribs taped on Knobs. Double tag, with the one to Knobs being of the hot variety. Knobs displays his diversified offense. Punch. Punch. Punch. Clothesline. Two bodyslams, and two elbows. A guy with bruised ribs is kicking the hell outta two big black guys from Harlem. I had bruised ribs once and I could hardly walk. Bulldog. Stevie is backdropped out. Sherri comes off of the top and Knobs hits a spinebuster. Good bump by Sherri. Knobs tosses Sherri onto Stevie, as Sags is still sucking wind like it's going out of style. Knobs *almost* drops Booker T. on a powerslam attempt, but manages to hold him AND walk over to tag Sags. Shoulda tagged first, dumbass. Powerslam by Knobs, and an awful splash by Sags. 1-2-3! The Nasties get the belts. My PWI Almanac says they lose the belts a month later anyway. Knobs yells at the wrong TV camera, and he sounds like he's about to die of lung disease. He was only there for two friggin' minutes! Regal and Eaton come out in suits to execute the fatal STARE OF DOOM. Blue Bloods exit stage left. Booker's back should hurt from attempting to carry three BIG FAT ASSES. Stevie's messed up legdrop brings this match down from *1/2 to *. Don't send Knobs and Sags to the top rope, that's all I ask. Bischoff interviews the champs, who don't have much to say. They hate the Blue Bloods, we can be sure of that. No mic skills either. No pit stop for Bischoff. Damn it. An interview with Kevin Sullivan, who keeps his back turned to Gene for a while, which is funny. Sullivan will be facing Brutus Beefcrap, who is called Zodiac at the time. Oh, I get it. Sullivan's supposed to be crazy. I've always hated Sullivan. Sullivan says that Zodiac believes in Hulk-a-Mania, which is stupid. Oh, so Beefcake is a GOOD GUY. Whatever. Match Two: Zodiac vs. Kevin Sullivan (Grudge Match) Oh, it's not Zodiac, it's THE MAN WITH NO NAME. Got it. I don't know if he's a face or a heel, and I don't care. Announcer once again calls it a grudge match, to remind us of... something. Beefcrap attacks Sullivan and hits him with some sort of butt-bump, which knocks him to the outside. Sullivan hasn't slept in five days, they say. Just show him a Jim Duggan match. Beefcrap HAMMERING the crap out of Sullivan. Back inside. 10 punch count, and crowd counts, so I guess Beefcrap is the face. Nothing exciting at all. Chop, and the crowd does not yell "WHOOOO". Beefcrap with the Sleeper already. Sullivan throws back and breaks the hold, and tosses Hogan's buddy outside. Brawling outside. This sucks. The sleeper is the only real move so far. Facebite by Beefcrap. Back inside. Mini Stinger Splash by No Name. Lots of punches and kicks. And that's about it. Beefcrap gets a two count. Nice piledriver by No Name. Two count. BEEFCAKE'S FACE SUNK THE TITANIC! Sorry, just had to get that out. Back outside again. Terrific. Back inside. Clothesline. Still only two wrestling moves this match. Beefcrap is in the Tree of Woe. Running knee, and the double foot stomp. 1-2-3. Whatever. Some frozen guy is yelling stuff. Don't ask me. Sullivan is pissed. Probably because this angle sucks. Apparently, Freeze Pop is a friend of Hogan's. That explains his job. Sullivan leaving through the crowd. Really DUMB angle. Oh yeah, the "match"... I'll be generous and say -**. Gene is backstage with Jimmy Hart. Hart is a good guy, you see. Here comes Hogan and Savage. Great. Hogan never shuts up. Hogan says that he wishes they took out Flair and Vader before the main event. But then we wouldn't get to see that match! Savage is cutting a pretty good interview, and says "the bottom line". Hogan's mic skills are the same as ever. Try starting a god damn sentence without "well ya know brother". Apparently, Renegade and Arn Anderson are in Flair and Vader's corner. Hogan wants to smell Savage's "Slim Jim breath". Nothing special. Savage's dad, Angelo Poffo has about a one sentence interview. It's time for the Legends Match. The screen is black-and-white. This is my first Legends Match. Dirty Dick Murdoch comes down first. Gordon Solie is the announcer. Chief Wahoo McDaniel is next. I won't criticze Solie, because I hardly know him. I'm pretty sure this was Murdoch's last match. Match 3: Dick Murdoch vs. Chief Wahoo McDaniel (Legend's Match) Lockup. Murdoch back to the corner, Murdoch with a shove. Tie-up, armdrag by McDaniel. Lockup again. Another armdrag. I pity the crowd. Murdoch with elbows. Shoulders to the big gut. Elbow. Murdoch twists the arm and holds it. Wouldn't it be great if McDaniel went through a flaming barbed wire table? Wahoo with a BIG chop to the chest. Murdoch wants to brawl, but it's slowed back down. I thought it had to be fast to slow back down. Tie-up. Knees and elbows by Murdoch. Chop by Wahoo. BOOOOORINNGG. Top wristlock by Wahoo, and they need to hide their discussions better. Wahoo rams Murdoch's head to the buckle. Chops. Murdoch comes back strong. Elbow to the throat, and Murdoch is dominating. Murdoch is bleeding. Awesome! McDaniel in the corner, and Murdoch with a variation of a TOP-ROPE bulldog. Elbowdrops by Murdoch. This reminds me of "Speed", where they keep playing the same part over and over. Elbow, elbow, elbow. Murdoch with an Irish whip, reversal, chop by Wahoo, which gets a three. I guess the pacemaker kicked in and they decided to end on that note. Well, it had more wrestling moves then Sullivan/Beefcrap, and it had blood. So I'll give it a DUD. Ah, what the hell, they're both old. Call it *. That match was a 6 minute "feeling out process". Hey! I know that! That's COLOR! Wahoo comments on his Hall of Fame induction. Murdoch comments on it as well. Gene is interviewing Big Guardian Traylor Boss Bubba Angel Rogers. He's Big Bubba now, and he'll be facing Sting. Apparently, he beat Sting in March. Ah, he's still a hick. He's gonna end Sting's WCW career tonight. He also says "bottom line". What the hell? Oh boy, it's a "Light's Out Match". Don't know what it is, but it'll be stupid. We go back to the ring for: Match 4: The Great Muta vs. Paul Orndorff (IWGP Title Match) Orndorff's the hometown boy, but I see a lot of Japs in the crowd. The IWGP belt looks like crap, BTW. I hope we see some kick-ass mist from Muta. Bischoff says Steve Austin. Stalling to start, like always. The crowd is pissing Orndorff off. Nick Patrick is yelling at Orndorff. Tie-up. Muta in control. Drop toe-hold by Orndorff, which Muta turns into a hammerlock. Orndorff in the ropes. Muta tells Orndorff that the end is near, Orndorff tells Muta to kiss his posterior. Tie-up, Orndorff goes to a hammerlock. Muta with a flip to loosen the grip and a single-leg takedown. Back to neutral corners. Tie-up, side headlock by Muta, Orndorff sends him to the ropes, shoulderblock by Muta. Muta off the ropes, over Orndorff, ducks a clothesline with a forward roll, and comes back with a roundhouse kick. Orndorff to the outside. Bischoff corrects me: it's a jump back side kick. Go to hell, Easy-E. Muta leaves the ring, only to somersault back in. Once again, we go to the tie-up and side headlock by Muta. Headlock takedown by Muta, who is in control. Roll-up by Orndorff for a two, but Muta is still in control. Orndorff escapes to a hammerlock, and then jumps up and drives the knee to the back. I love that move! Do it again! No, that's not sarcasm. I just like that relatively simple move. Orndorff sticks with the hammerlock. They rise to their feet, and Orndorff with knees to the gut. Punch, clothesline by Mr. Wonderful. Orndorff goes for an elbow, but Muta moves and hits a NICE dropkick followed by a snapmare. Muta shows Orndorff how to drop the elbow properly, hitching his leg like the Rock does on the People's Elbow. Muta goes to a rear chinlock. Orndorff to a standing position, takes Muta down, but Muta quickly applies headscissors. Orndorff to his knees. Muta punches Orndorff and goes back to a side headlock, which Orndorff turns into a back suplex, which crunches Muta's neck nicely. Stomps by Orndorff. Orndorff tosses Muta to the outside for the OVERSELL OF DEATH as Muta sends the guardrail back. Orndorff choking Muta with a camera wire. Nick Patrick stops that nonsense. Orndorff back inside. Brings Muta in forcefully. Vertical suplex to bring him in. Axehandle, and a rear chinlock by Orndorff. Bischoff says that Schiavone is home wincing in pain at the very site of this horrible rear chinlock. Yeah, like Tony would waste his money on this garbage. Give the man SOME credit. Muta fighting out. Punch by Muta. Muta with a whip, and goes for a dropkick, but Orndorff holds the ropes and Muta only hits air. Elbow to the head, front facelock by Orndorff. This is the problem with this match: every hot sequence is destroyed with a resthold. Muta backs Orndorff into the corner, but Orndorff still has the front facelock on. Muta counters with an inverted atomic drop. Whip, short clothesline by Muta. Muta with a nice second rope elbow drop, but Orndorff simply takes the momentum back without explanation. Orndorff rams Muta's haead into the mat. Kicks by Orndorff. Snapmare by Orndorff, and a running fistdrop for two. That's like the eighth snapmare of this friggin' show. Orndorff goes for the Piledriver, but Muta backdrops him. Muta with a punch, chop and that jump back side kick, which I will still call a ROUNDHOUSE KICK. Muta with a whip to the buckle, and a handspring back elbow. Now we're picking it up. Must be near the end. Big bulldog for a two by Muta. Muta with a REALLY WEAK shoulderblock. There's been a lot of sloppy execution tonight. Muta with a backbreaker, and the Moonsault for the pin. Could've been a lot better, but I'll still call it **. God, this show needs PACING. The crowd was hot for the opener, so WCW sends out the old guys, Sullivan, Beefcrap, Orndorff, and Muta. And the Orndorff-Muta match could've been sooooooooooo much better. Way to kill the crowd. WWF fans, take WrestleMania XV as an example. They started with a nice little Hardcore Match, an average tag title match, and the Brawl for All. But in case the BFA started to lose the crowd, they put Foley/Big Show next. Then a Four Way I-C Title Match, and Kane/Triple H. The crowd was hot as they went into the Sable/Tori match. A stupid ending to a horrible match nearly killed the crowd, but then they put X-Pac/Shane, which brought the crowd back. After Shit in the Cell, they had the match of the night. That, my friends, is PACING. Pretty crappy video package dealing with Arn Anderson and Alex Wright. Gene is with Arn Anderson and Ric WHOOOO Flair, and here comes Vader. Double A talks about both the next match and the main event. Think Arn'll lose to Alex Wright when he's involved in the main event? No way. Flair talks his usual god game. Vader screams a lot. Good for him. Why does he always show his muscles? There's more flab there than anything. Those three "style and profile". Terry Funk comments on his Hall of Fame induction. Match 5: Double A Arn Anderson vs. "Das Wunderkind" Alex Wright (T.V. Title) Heenan mentions the 30 minute time limit. I hope this match goes a while. This could be good. Staredown before the bell. Alex is riding the ever-popular "undefeated" gimmick. Tie-up, armdrag by Wright. Tie-up, side headlock by Wright. Wright to the ropes, Double A drops down and Wright just stops his momentum and re-applies the headlock. To a standing side headlock again. Once again, Wright to the ropes, Anderson goes down, and Wright stops AGAIN, backflips over Anderson, and hits The Enforcer with a dropkick. Side headlock takeover, and back to the headlock. Stop doing that, Arn! Back to the standing position, Arn backs him to the ropes, and rams the shoulder into the midsection. Whip, reversal, Arn catches the foot, and Wright hits an enziguiri (R.I.P. Owen). Another headlock takedown, and the fourth side headlock of the match by Wright. Back to standing AGAIN, Arn fights his way out, Wright goes for a kick, Double A catches the foot, Wright backflips, and hits a dropkick. Arn's getting his ass handed to him. European uppercut, side headlock takeover, and Wright's FIFTH side headlock already. This is kinda boring. Standing again. They back into the ropes, and Wright lets go, allowing Arn to ram the knee into Wright's gut. Punch. Whip, Arn goes for a kick, Wright catches the foot, Double A's enziguiri misses high and inside, and Wright with a variation of an STF. Anderson reaches the ropes and rolls to the outside. This match NEEDS to pick up soon. Baseball slide by Alex, and a running plancha. Punches, by AA comes back with a knee to the gut. Wright ducks a clothesline, and Anderson hits the post. European uppercut, back inside. Wright with an arm twist and takes him down with an armbar. There's that jump into a kneedrop that I love. Back to standing. Back elbow by Double A, kicks. Headbutt, Anderson in control. Ropeburn. Wright comes back. European uppercuts, but Double A hits an inverted atomic drop, which Alex totally no-sells. Wright to the ropes, AA drops down, Wright over top, SPINEBUSTER by AA, but he's too hurt to cover. Double-axehandle, stomps, and he catapaults Wright's throat onto the bottom rope. Go Arn. Choke. And another. Jump from the second rope to the throat by Arn. Arm twist, and Double A is working on the arm. Arn picks him up, only to hit a legsweep. Arn goes for a Figure Four, and Wright kicks him to the turnbuckle. Arn climbs to the second rope, but Wright hits a fist to the midsection, which Arn sells with a flip. Wright with a jump spin wheel kick, and a bridging suplex, which he lets go. Wright goes up top with a missile dropkick for a 2-and-a-half. Wright with a whip, small packages by both men for twos. Arn in control, Wright comes back, ducks a clothesline, and then Arn does one of the coolest things I've ever seen in wrestling history. He pulls his fist back, Wright ducks, and Arn hits the DDT. Awesome, awesome move, and that'll do it. The crowd seems to like it. Good finish, but too many side headlocks. But good, none-the-less. Call it **3/4. Okay, Renegade is with Hogan and Savage, and Double A is with Flair and Vader. Great, it's time for our "bonus" match, with Meng vs. Road Warrior Hawk. Match 6: Meng vs. Road Jobber Hawk (Bonus Match) Meng is on his "deadly man" gimmick, which he's been playing for years now. This is the first time I've seen Hawk in WCW. Bischoff says that this match would be A MAIN EVENT ANYWHERE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. Someone get the Crystal Meth off of Eric. Chop by Meng, big time punches, Meng is kicking ass. Kicks. Whip, clothesline. Piledriver, Hawk gets right up. Reverse neckbreaker, whip to the buckle. Hawk charges in with a shoulder, but Meng moves, and Hawk falls outside. Meng doesn't distract the ref for Col. Robert Parker to interfere. Oh, wait, now he is. Kicks by Parker. Meng joins Hawk outside, and rams him into the post. Back inside, backbreaker by Meng for two. For no reason, Hawk gains the momentum with three kicks to the head, and three punches, but Meng hits Hawk once and gets the momentum back. Boring, but at least there aren't any restholds. Punch, chop, kick by Meng, but Hawk hits a clothesline. This better be obver soon. Irish whip, big shoulderblock by Hawk followed by a fistdrop. 1-2-no. Hawk whips Meng to the buckle, and charges in with a clothesline. Punches, scoops and a slam by Hawk, who goes to the top, and misses a frog splash. Outside the ring, trading punches. And... a DOUBLE-COUNTOUT?! That was a big-time crock of shit. Thanks for the big "bonus" match, guys. I appreciate it. DUD. Wrestlers from the back break it up. Boooo. Hall of Fame induction coming up. Heenan thinks he should've been inducted. I agree. At least the HOF inductions aren't in black-and-white. There are six inductions. I'm fast-forwarding. We have Chief Wahoo, Terry Funk, Angelo Poffo, Antonio Inoki, Big John Studd, and Dusty Rhodes. And Gordon Solie. That's seven! Wanna know how boring that was? I put it in fast-forward, and it still hardly moved. Gene is backstage with Sting. Nothing special. Match 7: Sting vs. Big Bubba (Lights Out Match) Hey, you know what this card could use? A good match! I don't think that Sting can carry Traylor, but we shall see. Sting comes out with a table. Now are the lights gonna go out or something? Nope, it's just No DQ. Then why not just call it a No Holds Barred Match? Crowd is finally back into the show. Stalling. Crowd loves Sting. Will this match ever start? Tie-up, arm twist by Bubba, throws him down, but Sting kips-up. And again. Elbow by Sting and a dropkick sends Bubba to the outside. Back inside, they tie-up, face rake by Bubba, whip the the buckle, and Traylor charges in with a clothesline. Some real-looking punches. Bubba chokes Sting with his tie, Sting gets out and hits a dropkick on Bubba. Slowed down again. Tie-up, Bubba with a knee, headbutt, uppercut, Bubba is dominating. Whip to the ropes, Sting ducks a clothesline, and hits one of his own for a two. Bubba comes back and throws Sting outside. Traylor follows him out and rams him into the steps. Sets up the table. Sting blocks Bubba, and rams him into the table and it doesn't break. No wonder. That's a thick friggin' table. The table is just laying there, and Sting slams Bubba onto said table. Sting sets the table upright, but Bubba tosses the baby powder in the eyes and throws Sting into the table. It doesn't break. Get a thinner table, you WCW morons. Bubba throws the table inside as he does Sting. Bubba props said table up in the corner, and rams Sting into it, but it STILL doesn't break. Bubba attempts a piledriver, but Sting hits a backdrop.Sting takes Traylor to the corner, and whips him into the table. Nope, it didn't break. Sting goes for a Stinger Splash, but Bubba moves, and Sting eats the unbreakable table. Bubba is taking his pants off. Nooooo!!! Oh, it's just his belt. He's whipping Sting with the belt, and nails the Boss Man Slam, which apparently wasn't his finisher at the time. Bubba goes up top, but Sting tosses him down. Slam, and Sting goes up top. Beautiful frog splash. Two count. Bubba comes back with a thumb to the eye. Running clothesline by Sting. Sting punching away, and Bubba goes down. Sting puts the table over Bubba and stomps on it. Scorpion Deathlock, and Bubba taps. Boss Man match that didn't suck, but if you're gonna use a table, break it! Still, not bad. **1/2. Main event is next. Crappy video package dealing with the main event. Can you blame people for hating The Renegade when he was a Warrior rip-off? I mean, I know that he's dead, but I'm getting sick of him right now. Match 8: Hulk Hogan & Randy Savage vs. Ric Flair & Vader Michael Buffer is doing the introductions. Great. In order to fully appreciate this match, we must be ready to RUUUUMMMMBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm not ready. Heels enter first. Flair is the former 11 time champion of the World, and Vader is, well, Vader. His three World Title reigns go unmentioned. Faces enter to the pop of the night, which isn't saying much. This crowd's been kinda dead. Where's Renegade? Lots of stalling, and Renegade gets his own music. Here he is. Whatever. Faces clear the ring. Hey, stalling. That's new. Hogan and Vader start, and circle each other. Vader poses. Tie-up. Break, and Vader poses. Savage plays to the crowd. Tie-up, Vader backs Hogan to the corner and unloads with fists. Hogan comes back with rights. Whip to teh buckle, reversed, Hogan comes out with a clothesline. Hogan clotheslines Vader to the outside so Savage can drop a double-axehandle. Back inside, Savage holds Vader for Hogan. Double whip, but Vader clotheslines both men. Savage is legal, and now he's tossed to the outside. Flair tosses Savage into the crowd. Savage back in with Flair, chops and punches by the Nature Boy. Savage turns it around with punches. An old Flair spot with a new twist: Savage whips Flair to the buckle, Flair flips over and walks right into Hogan, who's on the apron and meets him with a big boot to the face. Flair walks about halfway down the aisle before flopping down like a fish out of water. Hogan tosses Flair back in to Savage, who whips him into the ropes and hits a high back-bodydrop. Savage clotheslines Flair to the outside and somehow Vader winds up there, too. I like everyone here except for Hogan. Heels regroup outside. Flair back in and challenges Savage to a test of strength and hits a thumb to the eye. Flair with punches in teh corner and chops. Savage turns it around with fists. Tag to Hogan, and this match sucks now. Flair begs off and Hogan gives no mercy. Whips Flair to the buckle, backdrop, running clothesline, but Flair hits the thumb to the eye. Flair rules! Snapmare and a kick by Flair. Punch. Elbow, and Flair poses. Flair goes to the top, and Hogan tosses him down. Hogan with a Figure Four? Yeah. Ref gets distracted by a shiny dime in the corner, so the Enforcer comes in, but Hogan rolls him up as well. All of this nonsense breaks the hold though, and Flair chops Hogan's knee from behind. Warrior goes after Anderson, and Flair with kicks and a snapmare. Flair kneedrop and Vader's in. Vader with some sort of knee submission to waste time. Meanwhile, Jimmy Hart is scared to death of someone at the top of the ramp, who, upon closer view appears to be THE GIANT. Big Show exits stage left, and Vader goes back to a kneelock. Vader with a vertical suplex, but Hogan is right back up with punches. Vader telegraphs a back-bodydrop, as Bischoff says that Hogan telegraphed it. What a moron. Vader knocks Hogan against the ropes, and Hulk falls. They pull the old move where the face partner comes in, the ref tries to stop him, and the heel comes in illegally behind the ref's back with a choke. Ref trying to seperate Vader and Savage and Vader flattens the ref. Randy Anderson is back up and Hogan takes an avalanche from Vader. Vader Bomb? Yes! But fatty doesn't cover, and goes for a top-rope Vader Bomb. It never works, and this time is no exception, as Hogan moves. I smell a hot tag to Savage coming. Tag to Flair, and... yes, there's the tag. Savage is kicking the crap outta Flair, and Vader gets one too for his troubles. Whip to the buckle, and a collision which Flair apparently gets the best of. Flair stomping away. Flair goes up top and you know what happens, because Flair NEVER goes up top without being tossed to the mat. Just once, I'd like to see Flair do a Shooting Star press. Is that too much to ask? I just want one friggin' shooting star press before the old man retires! That's all! Back to the match. Savage is going up top for the elbow, and he hits it, but the ref is convieniently distracted long enough for Double A to pull Savage to the outside, where Arn begs off. Savage chases Anderson, and eventually Vader kicks the crap out of Savage. Where's Renegade where you need him? He's right there to execute the STARE OF DOOM on Vader. Renegade takes out Arn, while Vader throws Savage into the ring for Flair. Renegade's destroying Arn while Flari drops the knee on Savage. Tag to Vader, who's going for... a moonsault, and he hit it! Savage out at two. Vader hammering away at Savage. Vader tags Flair. Flair dominating Savage. Savage fight back and hits a big clothesline. Hot tag to Hogan coming. You can just feel it. There it is. Flair begs off, and Hogan pounds away for a ten count. Whip to the buckle, and Flair eats a clothesline. Hogan is kicking ass. Slam to Flair, and a SLAM TO VADER. Macth must be near the end. Double A gets up on the apron only to be punched by Hulk. Big Boot to Flair, but Arn trips Hogan to stop the legdrop. Vader comes back in and splashes Hogan. Flair covers for a two while Savage pummels Vader outside the ring. Inside the ring, you know the routine. Hogan hulks up, Flair begs off. Hogan goes after The Enforcer, who was on the apron. Flair grabs Hogan and holds him for a Double A top rope axehandle... you can FEEL the "miscommunication" already, and there it is. AA hits Flair by accident, Hogan drops the Leg, and, as always, Hogan is victorious. Didn't see that ending coming. Still, coulda been a lot worse. Pretty good for a Hogan match. ***. No restholds=good ratings with me. The heels are back in and pounding the faces. Savage's dad comes in the ring, and Flair kicks his ass too. What's the big deal? Flair's about 65 himself. Figure four on old man Poffo. Angelo Poffo is 70 and he could probably work a match better than Hogan. Hogan, Savage, and Renegade tend to Poffo, and Savage is just a *little* pissed off. We leave on that note. The Show in Review (IMODO) If anyone can find a deal like I did, buy it. Even the main event is worth the two bucks. Otherwise, I'd rent something else. The main event is classic Hogan, classic Flair, and just plain classic good vs. bad, and the TV Title match and Sting matches were both above average. If you do rent it, fast forward the entire first half and the Meng/Hawk match. Like I said before, I love getting e-mails, so let me know what you think! Take it easy! Patrick Barker review archives coming soon Mail the Author |
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