HITMAN383 Rant for WWF Survivor Series 1994

- The HITMAN383 Rant for WWF Survivor Series 1994. I know … I know … I promised more of the ‘86-’87 Coliseum tapes, but I have this huge urge to watch this again, so why not? I’ll get back to those tapes next. (This was originally written in late 2001)

- BTW, I use this system:
***** - Excellent,
**** - Great,
*** - Good,
**- Okay,
* - Decent,
DUD – Nothing Match.

- Add for “WWF RAW” the video game. I loved that game back in the day! The add eerily resembles the “WWF Attitude” ads from three years later.

- Another add for the game … this time for the strategy guide. This, in no way, resembles the attitude ads.

- Another add for the game! Damn, talk about the ‘hard sell.’

- Backstage the various teams for the Survivor Series matches go over strategy.

- Cool opening montage, and NOW we finally get to the arena!

- Live from San Antonio, Texas. (Freeman Coliseum, drawing 10,000 fans with a 0.9 buyrate.)

- Your Hosts are Vince McMahon and Gorilla Monsoon. I can live with that combo.

- Opening Survivor Series Elimination Match: Diesel, Shawn Michaels, Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart & Jeff Jarrett vs. Razor Ramon, The 123 Kid, Davey Boy Smith & The New Headshrinkers: (What? I didn’t even bother to work in the team names? Fuck you, me) Owen and the Kid start, which I can live with. They stall, however, as Fatu has trouble with hit boots. See, the angle was he’s not used to boots, but the “Americanization” of the face turn made them wear them. (I still love how they tried to get them over as faces by announcing them as hailing from AMERICAN Samoa, as opposed to just ‘Samoa’ when they were heels) Okay. I guess that’s why Samu left. Owen does nothing, and tags Jim in instead, who hits a terrible Bossman slam. Jarrett tags in, but gets kicked out. He tries to sunset flip back in, but misses, and Kid covers for two. Barbarian comes in next, as Gorilla claims Jarrett is “shedding” as his fringe is coming off his pants. But, in Monsoon’s tone, it sounds like “He’s shitting, Vince, he’s shitting!” (Kinda like Hanks in The Terminal. ‘He chit! He chit! He chit, he chit, he chit! You no chit. She’s a nice girl, she won’t take any of your chitting.’) Vince pauses a moment, and follows up with, “Excuse me?” Funny stuff. (Considering how many wrestler pranks involve feces, I wouldn’t be surprised if Vince was legitimately concerned for a minute there) He dominates, but runs into a boot, and gets clotheslined from the top for two. Hart tags back in, but he wants Davey. Barbie obliges, and they fight over a wristlock. In style. Owen gets slingshot into the face corner, and pounded, and then press-slammed by Bulldog. That whole sequence was great. Sunset flip gets Davey two, but Owen hits the enzuiguri (sold with zeal, as he does a 360). The Anvil tags in, and does some hair slams, since Bulldog is still in the “caveman” stage. He still manages to hit the hanging vertical suplex on Jim, and tags Fatu. He has trouble getting to the top (because of the boots), but still hits falling headbutt for two. Razor gets tagged in, as does Jarrett, and Jeff takes him down with an arm drag. That’s enough to earn a strut. They wrestle around a bit, and Jeff takes him down, then messes up his hair. Oh, that’s it! Call the cops now, ‘cause he’s gonna kill him. He indeed does just that, and clotheslines Jarrett to the floor, then decks Diesel, popping the crowd. Back in, Razor hits a fallaway slam, and tags the Kid in for a bodypress for two. Jeff knees him in the gut off of a criss cross, however, and hooks an abdominal stretch. Shawn, of course, helps him for leverage. The ref. catches them, however, so Kid reverses, but gets backdropped to the floor. Jeff tries to suplex him back in, but Sean escapes, and kicks him in the face. Fatu and Owen both get tagged in, and Owen hits a spin-heel kick for two. He follows with a DDT, which fails because of the hard-head, so Diesel comes in and clotheslines him. THAT worked! One powerbomb later, and Fatu is out at 13:31. Kid runs in next, and dropkicks Nash, and tries a top rope sunset flip, but gets chokeslammed! Powerbomb ends his night at 14:12. Barbie’s next, and the powerbomb kills him at 14:44. Big pop for the heel Diesel at this point, too. Davey Boy is next, and he hammers away on the big man, but a big boot puts him on the floor, and gets him counted out at 15:46. Diesel needs a break, and offers to tag Shawn (who hasn’t been in yet), but Shawn tries to backpedal, convincing Diesel to just put one more guy out, and win it. While they argue, Razor sneaks in, and rolls up Diesel for two! A 2nd rope bulldog follows for two, as the crowd rallies behind Ramon. He tries to work the shoulder, but takes a short clothesline instead, as Shawn demands the Jackknife. Snake eyes hits instead, as Shawn continues to press Diesel to hit the powerbomb. He doesn’t listen, however, and gets slammed by Ramon. He calls for the Edge (to a big pop), and goes for it, but takes a backdrop. He follows with the big boot, as Shawn is outright DEMANDING the powerbomb! He finally does it, and NOW Shawn wants the tag! He wants Diesel to hold Razor for a superkick, but as it happened at SummerSlam and the Action Zone, Razor moves, and Diesel eats boot. Shawn bitches him out, but Nash gets pissed, as the crowd riots in support for Diesel. He stalks Shawn up the isle, with the whole team working to stop him, but he takes EVERYONE out in the isle (San Antonio is an island?), and they’re all counted out at 21:35. That makes Razor the sole survivor. Odd ending, which would of course, lead to Diesel’s WWF title win a few days later. Fun match, even if it would lead to such unspeakable bad. ***. While on the fact: I never got Diesel’s failure. He was pretty damn over, but once he won the title, he lost that. I guess it’s because they changed him from an unstoppable ragging force, to a smiling kiss ass. Lousy WWF! Sid’s the same case. He’s over before he gets a world title, but once he gets it, it can kill an entire promotion.

- Backstage Shawn runs away to his car, and throws down the tag team belt, officially breaking up the team. How’d he get the belt, anyway? He didn’t run down to grab it from ringside, he just ran off from Diesel. What’s up with that?

- Survivor Series Elimination Match: Jerry Lawler, Cheesy, Queasy, & Sleazy vs. Doink, Dink, Wink, & Pink: All the guys besides Lawler and Doink are midgets, for those who don’t know. I wish they’d just done a one on one match instead of this crap, but what are you gonna do? Lawler and Doink start, and do some of the usual stalling. Doink busts out an enzuiguri (although not a very good one, but it’s the thought that counts), and Lawler cries in his corner. A criss cross allows Jerry to try one, but Doink ducks it, and the King lands on his face to cement that this is a comedy match. He hooks an arm bar on the King, as the clown midgets walk on his stomach. Then, in some “comedy,” the little kings walk on his stomach, too. Ha ha ha, this is funnier than “Some Like it Hot.” (Pop-Culture Reference Check: holds up) Jerry tries to do the same to Doink, but, of course, the heels gets tripped up. Yep, it’s just surpassed “There’s Something About Mary,” too. (Pop-Culture Reference Check: was amazing when it came out, but it doesn’t quite hold up anymore. Still (along with the first American Pie) super influential on all the ‘raunchy comedies with heart’ that would dominate the 2000s) Doink slams Lawler around for a while, and allows all the face midgets to cover him in more comedy. Jerry slams Doink, and tries to do the pin bit with his midgets, but it goes awry, of course. Uh, huh. We’ve just passed “The Birdcage,” too. (Pop-Culture Reference Check: classic) That spot put it over the top. Arm bar by Doink allows Dink to put a “Burger King” crown on Lawler, and inspire a chant of the same name. Lawler’s double-take is pretty funny, actually. Dink tags in, and sits on Doink’s shoulders to challenge the heels to a fist-fight. Lawler accepts, but instead of the usual way, HE sits on one of his little guys’ shoulders (I can’t be bothered to figure out which one. At least the clowns are color-coded), but falls flat on his face. Okay, that was cute. Jerry and Doink do a test of strength next, as the midgets cause havoc with a big criss cross spot. Oh, this is too funny for me. “The Graduate” has just been put to shame. (Pop-Culture Reference Check: still holds up, and a great soundtrack to boot) Lawler uses an invisible foreign object on the clown, to finally take control, and the kings choke the clown. Kill him! KILL HIM! A whip into the heel corner backfires, and Jerry rams into his own team. Doink pounds Lawler, as the midgets chase eachother around. Oh stop! I’m wetting myself! I don’t think I can go on! Finally, an elimination occurs, as Doink’s bodypress is rolled through by Lawler to pin Doink at 10:34. If only that was the end of this. Dink fights Queesy next, and the usual midget match goes down, with biting (of ass, fingers, everything!), and eye pokes occurs. The clowns continue to dominate, working over Cheesy, but Wink is dumb enough to try a monkey flip in the heel corner, and gets pinned for his troubles at 13:08. If we’re out by 15:00, I won’t be so harsh! I promise! Just move it along! Pink tries his luck, but some “amusing” comedy is needed, since wrestling isn’t enough. Then again, it’s midgets, so why am I complaining? Anyway, Lawler helps his team cheat, and Pink is done for the night at 14:28! Come on! 30 seconds left! You can do it! Odd, as instead of going backstage, Pink slides under the ring on his way out. What, the WWF was too cheap to let them use the normal dressing rooms? Bastards! I mean, I know they’re little, but it’s a BIT unfair to make them change clothes under the ring! Well, the slow business of the early 90’s hurt everyone, I guess. Rumor has it that famous 80’s midget The Haiti Kid was killed when a ring collapsed in 1987, incase you were wondering where he is. Sad, but true. (Not true) Anyway, Dink is alone now, and fairs fairly well (alliteration!), but some well timed cheating ends this at 16:03. So close! WAY too long, but not as bad as it could have been, really. Still, a DUD. Afterwards, the little heels celebrate, but Jerry runs them down, saying he did all the work. Honestly, he really did. They refuse to take his shit, however, so he chases them around the ring, but the clown midgets come out from under the ring, and gang up on him. It all leads to a pie in the face from Doink, of course, to send the fans home happy. Okay.

- Backstage, Todd Pettingill is with the new WWF Women’s Champion Bull Nakano, who had recently won the title from Alundra Blayze in the Egg Dome in Tokyo. She doesn’t speak English, however, so naturally this is another “comedy” segment. I always liked the Blayze/Nakano series, and the two matches I saw between them were both ***+, so I never complained.

- WWF Title Towel Match: Bret Hart (w/ Towel Man Davey Boy Smith) vs. Bob Backlund (w/ Towel Man Owen Hart): Stu and Helen Hart are at ringside, which becomes important later on. The story here, is that Bob, an old former champion and all around nice-guy is given a title shot on Superstars by champion Bret Hart. After a loss, Backlund snapped, and slapped the cross-face chicken-wing on Hart, until officials tore him off. He then started plowing through various members of the WWF staff and wrestlers, locking the dreaded chicken-wing on, and having them begging for mercy, all while having a crazy look in his eyes. Originally, this was supposed to lead to Papa Shango being revealed as the force that made him continually snap, but Bob was pretty damn over on his own, so they scapped that. (Thank God) The reason they used is that he was pissed that he never GAVE UP to the Iron Sheik in ’83 to lose the WWF title (and make way to Hulk-a-Mania), instead the towel was thrown in, and he still considers himself WWF champion. That all leads to Survivor Series, where they clash in a submission’s match, the only way to lose is when your corner-man throws in the towel. Okay, that’s enough backstory, let’s get it on! Big, big pop for Bret during the entrances, proving how over he really was, and how dumb it was to take the title off of him. Bob charges him to start, but gets tossed around, and bails to the floor. Back in, Bret uses headbutts to put him back on the outside, but Bulldog throws him back in. Hart drops an elbow, and then headlocks Backlund on the mat. So much for a super-hot start. Bob side suplexes out, so Bret starts punching him in the jaw, and hooks a chinlock. A small criss cross allows Bret a shoulderblock, and he goes back to the mat-based headlock. Bob rolls through for a couple pin attempts, but since this is a towel match, that means nothing, and Bret keeps the hold applied. Another criss cross leads to Bob trying for the chicken-wing, which gets the crowd worried, but Bret wrestles his way back to the headlock. That actually gets a pop, showing how over the Hitman really was. Backlund tries to wrestle HIS way out, but Hart counters, and gets him right back to the headlock. Backlund nearly slaps on the chicken-wing again, but Bret belly-to-bellies out, and goes for the Sharpshooter, but Bob shoves him off. Big pop for the effort though. Front-facelock by Bret now, and when Bob tries to counter, Hart turns it into a nice abdominal stretch. Good transition. Bob hip tosses out, but Hart keeps control, only to miss a 2nd rope elbow. You know when Bret does a sailing elbow, and not a forward one, he’s gonna miss. Bob starts working the left shoulder, to set up the chicken-wing, getting the crowd all excited. Reverse arm-bar applied by Backlund, as we get a view of where Bret’s wife and kids are sitting. Gee, they couldn’t get better seats than that? (Julie probably didn’t even want to be there. And considering the size of Bret’s family, and the fact that they took, like, six rows of front row seating at SummerSlam, I’d say they should count themselves lucky that they weren’t getting charged, considering how bad business was) Bret wrestles out of the arm-bar, so Bob decks him, and Hart flies to the floor. Cool spot there. Back in, both men suffer the effects of a headbutt, and Bob goes back to the shoulder, trying to rip it out. Arm-bar applied, as the crowd rallies behind the champ, but Bob keeps the pressure on every-time Bret tries to break. It’s pretty cool that the crowd stays hot, even during these slower portions, in support for the Hitman. Bret finally does escape, but a forearm to the head gets him right back into a reverse arm-bar. Bob stomps the shoulder now, and literally tries to rip it out of it’s socket. Bret counters with an atomic drop, and tries a figure four, but Backlund shoves him off. He tries again, and with great crowd support, applies the hold. Bob screams in pain, but Owen refuses to throw the towel in. Bob eventually reverses the hold, but Davey is in no mood to pull the needle out of his ass and toss the towel in, so Bret reverses back, only for Bob to make the ropes. Bret, the tenacious little monkey, keeps hammering the hell out of the knee, however. He tries for the Sharpshooter again, but Bob makes the ropes before he even gets it ½ on. He gets desperate with punches, so Bob does the same, and wins THAT particular contest. Mr. Backlund hits a nice piledriver to follow, and dives on for the chicken-wing, but Hart dives into the ropes to counter. I love the way they’re building to that hold in this one. Back in 1994, as the biggest Bret Hart mark, and in the biggest “it’s all real” period ever, I was terribly afraid for Bret at this point. Bob misses a charge to the post, but still tries a piledriver, which earns him a backdrop by the Hitman. Bret tries to go to work, but Bob hooks a chinlock on the champ. Bret rams Bob into the corner to escape, and a criss cross puts both men down with a double-shoulderblock. Bret recovers first, and drops a leg, then follows up with piledriver of his own. A bulldog follows, as the crowd gets pumped up. Russian leg sweep and a backbreaker come next, and of course, are followed by the 2nd rope elbow. See, that one DOESN’T miss. Sharpshooter gets hooked on (to a massive pop), as Davey chases Owen around the ring to get him to toss the towel. In the confusion, however, Owen bulldogs Bret, breaking the hold. Man, I was PISSED in 1994. Davey charges him on the floor anyway, but runs head-first into the steps, and “loses consciousness.” Well, duh. He doesn’t have much up there to begin with. One shot, and he’s done. Owen then checks on Bulldog, which distracts Bret, so Bob hooks the dreaded chicken-wing. The crowd gets worried, but seems distracted by the fact that Owen is checking on Smith, which maybe they thought was him breaking kayfabe. Eventually, Bob gets the bodyscissors on, along with the chicken-wing, as Owen looks on in concern. In ’94, I was PUMPED UP thinking Owen was turning face right here, but worried about Bret’s welfare. That goes on for a long time, too, as Bob keeps the hold on for about 10-minutes, as Owen starts pleading with Stu and Helen to throw in the towel for Bret, since he’s suffering so much. Helen buys it right away, but Stu wants no part in this, so Owen starts crying in concern, as Bob is snapping in the ring. Finally, after a ton of begging, he has Helen in tears, and lures them from behind the rail to ringside. He gives his mom the towel, and begs her to toss it, and she nearly does, which sends the crowd into rage. Stu, however, snatches it away, saying he wouldn’t do that to Bret. But, honestly, you’ve got Hannibal Lecter in the ring tearing into your son, he hasn’t countered the hold for almost 10-minutes, I think it’s time to (figuratively, and literally) throw in the towel. But no dice from the old man. (Stu probably considered it some much needed toughening up) Finally, this is enough for Helen, as she snatches the towel from Stu, and throws it in, costing Bret the title at 35:09. Owen runs in, and instead of going to Bret, grabs the towel and runs off in joy. It was all a sham! In the ring, Bob celebrates with his new title, as the crowd is literally in SHOCK over this. Good match, with some great drama. ***.

- Backstage, Owen gloats about fooling everyone, and costing Bret the WWF title.

- At ringside, both Monsoon and McMahon feel angry and betrayed about how the title has just changed hands. Damn the crowd is just DEFLATED after that one! (They wanted to see Daniel Bryan)

- Survivor Series Elimination Match: Tatanka, Bam Bam Bigelow, King Kong Bundy & The Heavenly Bodies vs. Lex Luger, Mabel, Adam Bomb & The Smoking Gunns: The crowd is still pretty deflated, barely popping for the faces. Then again, look at the line-up. Is it really that odd? Lex Luger opens with Tatanka, and their usual match occurs. That’s not a compliment, BTW. Tatanka dominates the start, doing nothing but forearm shots, and chops, but it’s all no-sold. Suplex is no-sold as well, and Lex bulldogs him. A series of clotheslines puts Tatanka on the floor, and then Luger goes on roid-rage and takes out the ENTIRE HEEL SIDE. Except Bundy, however. Mabel comes in to handle THAT one. The legal men, however, are Lex and Tatanka, so they have to tag. It ends up being Mabel and Pritchard next. Oh, goody. Fat boy misses an elbow, and Tom hammers away. He gets backdropped, however, and Mabel goes to the 2nd rope for a bodypress. Incase you couldn’t guess, that ends Pritchard’s night at 3:58. Del Ray comes in next, but all his offense is no-sold, and Mabel Bossman slams him. That results in Bundy getting tagged in. Oh great. Well, ya knew the “fat/fat” showdown was coming. Might as well get it out of the way. Mabel wins the “battle of the bulge,” and Bam Bam gets tagged in. Hey, at least it was short. He misses an enzuiguri, and Mabel hits his shitty version of a spin heel kick. He heads up top, but gets slammed off by the Bammer. He goes up now, and totally fucks up a sunset flip, so Mabel sits on him for punishment. Big pop for that one. Mabel busts out a Cactus clothesline next, proving that he actually IS working pretty hard tonight. The result is Bam Bam getting back in, but Mabel (after a serious bump) gets counted out at 7:21. Billy Gunn and Del Ray do the next potion, as Gunn catches him with a back elbow, but takes a superkick. A backslide sequence (which I’ve ALWAYS liked) gets Billy a two count, and both tag. We gets Bomb and Bam Bam next, and Bomb gets dumped to the floor early. He slingshot clotheslines back in, and takes it to Bam Bam, as the crowd cheers him on. Some well-timed cheating from Bundy ends that streak, and a moonsault ends Adam’s night at 9:07. Lex runs right in to roll Bigelow up for two, but he walks into a boot. Del Ray comes in to hit a superkick, and hammers the “total package.” Lex comes back with his metal plated clothesline to eliminate Jimmy at 10:53, however. Tatanka attacks from behind, which allows Bart to get tagged in, and run through some nice offense on Tatanka. Dropkick gets two, and a double Russian leg sweep by the Gunns gets two for Billy. He drops a knee, and tags his “brother” back in. HE makes the cover for Billy’s spot to get two. Okay. They continue to work Tatanka, but the crowd is slowly losing their heat. A dropkick by Billy (nice one, two) gets two, as we get one of those crowd shots, along with a graphic saying “LIVE!” and the arenas name. That’s when you know the slow portion is here. Bart gets a monkey flip, and then actually bothers to cover, but it only gets two. Damn, who covers after a MONKEY FLIP?!? Vince, master of wrestling (That’s what they call him in the finer whorehouses across the US. That, or ‘Captain Carnage’), is actually SURPRISED that Tatanka was able to kick out! Yeah, G-D knows how he pulled that one out. Sidewinder gets two (and a pop), as the Gunns are now exclusively working with eachother, leaving Luger out to the side. Poor Lex. I wonder if the other kids did that to him on the playground, too? Bart tries a crucifix, but Tatanka turns it into the Fallaway slam, only to badly screw up, and Gunn lands in a heap. Well, he’s done. Indeed, that’s true, as Tatanka pins him at 14:24. Billy’s in next, and tries to avenge Bart, but Billy sucks, so he has to tag Luger. He sucks, too, however, so Billy gets back in again. Armbars follow. Tatanka ends up powerslamming him, and finally is able to tag out. It ends up being Bundy, who avalanches Gunn to his doom at 17:09. Down to Luger against Bundy, Tatanka and Bigelow. Doesn’t look good, and Lex isn’t Hulk Hogan and/or The Ultimate Warrior, so he’ll probably lose here. (But imagine if he WERE both!) Bundy works him over, and brings Bam Bam in to get his licks in. He fails, however, so Tatanka comes back in. A powerslam gets a close two for Lex, and Bigelow comes in to suplex Luger for two. Bundy’s back, and drops a knee on Lex. Tatanka tags, and does the usual, as this starts to drag. It should be ending already, or something big happening, but instead they’re just spending ages working Lex over. Luger finally busts something out, and small packages Tatanka to eliminate him at 23:09. He’s still dead, however, and Bundy simply splashes him to end this at 23:16. A couple slow spots, but no restholds, and generally good work from all involved. ** ¾. Afterwards, the heels do a beatdown, but Lex’s teammates come back to make the save.

- Backstage, Bob Backlund stands with Todd, and some members of the press. He puffs his chest out, as usual, and yells at our youth for loving a guy like Bret Hart. (Oh, Bob. Just wait about four years and get back to us) He also goes through his plan on re-shaping the fanbase, like a total nutcase. I think they could have had a hell of a run with Bob as WWF champion, with Bret eventually beating him, but we all know what ENDED UP happening.

- At ringside, Gorilla makes a good point about how Bob was complaining about losing the title without ever submitting, and the same thing just happened to Bret, but now it’s a viable title change. Oddly, three years later at Survivor Series, Bret would lose ANOTHER WWF title without ever actually submitting.

- Main Event: Casket Match: The Undertaker vs. Yokozuna: TV star Chuck Norris is the special outside referee, to prevent what happened at the Royal Rumble from happening again. Does that mean he’s going to prevent bad workrate? Question: maybe he kicks ass on TV, but if some 6’6” muscled up WWF guys come on out, who’s to say Chuck can stop THEM? Well, Vince says, I guess. Good enough for me. (This was written about four years before Chuck Norris Facts became a thing. By the way, does that guy ever age? Seriously, he’s in his 70s now, and doesn’t look a day over 50) UT scares Yoko off his feet (literally!), so Yoko tries to run, but any 600 pound guy OBVIOUSLY can’t run. UT easily catches him, and does some throat shots, knocking the big guy to the floor. He follows out, and rams him into the steps, then stalks him back in. Inside, the ropewalk forearm connects. That staggers the former champ, and a DDT attempt allows Yoko to hit a fallaway slam. The ‘Taker simply sits up, however, and not headbutts or clotheslines can keep him down. UT comes back with a stunner/stun gun combo, knocking ‘Zuna off his feet, but he misses an elbow drop. Yoko hits the belly to belly, and a big leg drop to prevent UT from sitting up. He drags him to the casket, and rolls Mark in, but UT stops him from closing the lid. Just sit on the box, Yoko! He won’t be able to overpower that. Trust me. They slug it out in the casket, with UT winning, so Fuji and Cornette interfere. UT hits them, of course. Inside, the distraction allows Yokozuna a slam, and then he beats the ‘Taker to the outside. He rams him into the steps, and then chokes him in the ring. Gee, these Yokozuna offense portions are a living hell. How did he EVER get to be the WWF champion for almost a YEAR in 1993-1994? Oh yeah … he’s fat. I almost forgot. (Hey, in 1993-1994 fat was fine, because no one would mistake Yoko fucking Zuna for a steroid abuser) UT comes back with a hair slam spot, and his impressive top-rope clothesline. Vince claims he’s “never seen anything like that before,” despite the fact that UT was regularly busting those out around this time period. He tries to roll Yoko into the box, but he’s too fat to move, and in the meantime, down the aisle comes King Kong Bundy. Bam Bam accompanies him, since big arenas are a lonely place, as the crowd starts to really buzz. Chuck is distracted by their “point and stare” strategy, so IRS runs out of the crowd, and knocks UT out with a sleeper. He throws UT in the casket, and then bails out, leaving Yoko to finish the job. He staggers his gut over to the box, but UT stops him from closing it with a death grip. Meanwhile, Jeff Jarrett struts HIS way down, but takes a side kick from Norris, which he sells with a 360. I guess Vince was so impressed, he gave him an Intercontinental title. I’m also guessing that this was the obligatory spot that we all knew would have to happen, since Chuck had to do SOMETHING to justify him being there. Meanwhile, in the ring, UT kicks ass with a flying clothesline, and a DDT. A big boot knocks Yoko into the casket, and after snapping the Japanese flag in half, UT wins it at 15:23. Now let me ask: why did he have to destroy the Japanese flag? I mean, WWII was like 50 years before, and just because he hates ONE “Japanese” guy, it doesn’t mean he should offend 1,000,000’s of others! Lousy redneck biker. The match could have been much, MUCH worse than it was, that’s for sure. That doesn’t mean it was good, but it could have been worse. – ¼*.

- Bottom Line: Well, back in 1994, when I was a GIANT mark, this was an AMAZING show to me. I mean I was counting the days to the PPV, and counting the days to the video release. All the happiness all went to hell once Diesel won the WWF title, however, because I ALWAYS loved Hart most. But today? The show still holds up. You have two good Survivor Series matches, one comedy match, a good title match, and a main event that was decent compared to the standard. That isn’t exactly a blow-away show, but it isn’t a foul one, either.

- Mildly Recommended.