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Opening Match: Razor Ramon and Marty Jannetty v Sycho Sid and 1-2-3 Kid: Seeing a guy in the crowd holding up a sign asking some girl to 'go steady' with him is a nice reminder of what simpler times the 90s were. Ramon and Jannetty are wearing matching leather biker jackets here, which is a weird look for Razor. And, speaking of weird, Goldust observes Razor from the aisle. Well, what did Razor expect? You walk around with no shirt or pants on, sporting a leather jacket and loads of chest hair popping out, and you're surprised you got hit on by another man? And Ramon's supposed to be from
Ahmed Johnson v Buddy Landel: Jeff Jarrett, making his return to the WWF for the first time since losing the Intercontinental title in July, sits in on commentary for this one. Dean Douglas is supposed to be Ahmed's opponent, but he's injured, so he introduces Landel (his 'graduate student') to take his place. And that was it for
Diesel v Owen Hart: Owen gets trapped in the corner to start, and Diesel unloads. Sidewalk slam connects, as Diesel's entrance pyro overwhelms the building's ventilation system, leaving them working in a thick cloud of smoke. Owen tries cornering him for a ten-punch count, but Diesel shoves him clear across the ring, and then knocks him over the top. Hart tries taking a walk, but Diesel drags him back in, and hits a hairpull slam. Big boot, but Owen ducks, and throws a spinheel kick, followed by a missile dropkick. He goes to work on the leg, and throws a leg-feed enzuigiri for two. Spinning-toehold, but Diesel uses his free leg to shove Owen into the corner, and he follows up with the snake-eyes. Straddling ropechoke hits, and he creams Owen with a big boot. Jackknife hits, and Diesel makes a one-foot cover, but then decides to let off at two. He wants to hit another Jackknife, but shoves the referee aside when he protests, and that's a DQ at 4:34. This would have felt really rushed as a TV match, let alone on pay per view. Not just that, but they completely sacrificed Owen here, booking him like a total jobber, which is a shame since he could have had some serious heel heat following the Shawn Michaels situation. ¾* (Original rating: * ¼)
Casket Match: Undertaker v Mabel: Hog Pen match, Casket match - forcing people into containers against their will was all the rage in 1995, apparently. Mabel brings his spray painted casket down for this, which actually has 'BSK' tagged on the side. A distraction from Mo allows Mabel to attack, but Undertaker quickly fights him off, and chokes away in the corner. At least the referee knows his role and stays on the outside for this one. Mabel reverses a cross corner whip and hits a scrapbuster, but Undertaker sits up, so Mabel clotheslines him. Another sit up, so Mabel bodyslams him to set up a 2nd rope flying splash, but gets a sit up instead! Undertaker throws a series of clotheslines, so Mo trips him up from the floor, allowing Mabel to hit a belly-to-belly suplex. Legdrop follows, and now Undertaker is having trouble sitting up. Mabel adds a splash to be sure, and they dump 'Taker in the casket, but Mabel waits too long to close the lid, and Undertaker escapes. That was lame. Undertaker makes his comeback, hitting the jumping clothesline and the chokeslam, before dumping Mabel (and Mo, for good measure) into the casket for the win at 6:11. Crap, but at least it provided a satisfying end to their feud. This was pretty much it for Mabel too, as he worked another match with Diesel on RAW, popped up to fill a slot in the Royal Rumble, and then disappeared for a few years before returning in the Attitude Era. ¼* (Original rating: DUD)
Main Event: WWF Title Match: Bret Hart v Davey Boy Smith: Lawler notes that Bulldog is wearing the same tights as at SummerSlam '92, but that isn't even remotely accurate. They don't even look alike! The world was a much simpler place before you could just pop out your smartphone and do a quick Google search. Feeling out process to start, with Hart trying to fight off the powerful challenger by keeping things grounded. Bodypress gets Bret two, but Smith kicks out with authority, and the Hitman ends up on the outside. He slides back in right through Davey's legs to hit an inverted atomic drop, and he latches on a hammerlock, taking Bulldog to the mat in it. Davey powers out, and drives a knee to the midsection during a criss cross, then drops Bret with a hairpull slam. He hangs Bret in a tree of woe for some abuse, as pretty Diana Hart-Smith watches from ringside. Chinlock, but Bret escapes and tries a crucifix, so Davey drops him like a Samoan for two. Smith chokes him on the ropes, allowing Jim Cornette to get in a cheap shot with the tennis racket for two, and Smith goes back to the chinlock. Davey with a cross corner whip for two, and a backdrop is worth two. Bret is doing all the work here, and even still, Bulldog has to go back to the chinlock again. Hart tries to escape, so Smith wrenches it into a headlock to keep the champion grounded. Hart manages to escape on the second go around, and he hits a monkeyflip. Inverted atomic drop sets up a headbutt drop to the groin, and Bret bulldogs him for two. Piledriver is worth two, and a Russian legsweep sets up a 2nd rope pointed elbowdrop. Bret takes him upstairs for a vertical superplex, but Davey counters by dropping Hart crotch-first across the top rope - with authority! Bret bumps all the way out to the floor on that one, and Bulldog follows - nailing the Hitman from behind to send the champ crashing into the steps. Hart is absolutely pouring blood after hitting the steel, but Davey shows no mercy, ramming him into the post next. This is a gory bladejob too, the mats at ringside stained with pools within seconds. Back in, Bulldog goes to work with another cross corner whip, and he drops Hart with a piledriver for two. Bret is bleeding so damn much that Bulldog's tights are already getting stained red, and it's only been, like, a minute. Davey with a hanging vertical suplex for two, and a press-slam gets two. Bodyslam sets up a flying headbutt for two, but it knocks Smith silly as well. I don't know if that was meant to be a shout-out to Dynamite Kid, or what, but it looked awkward. Bulldog with a Mexican surfboard, but Hart counters to the Sharpshooter, only for Bulldog to block. Nice sequence there. Smith sends him crashing to the outside with a shoulderblock, but an attempt to suplex him back in is countered with a bridging German suplex for two. Bret keeps coming, but a criss cross results in a double knockout spot, and Hart manages to backdrop his challenger over the top as they recover. Bret dives after him with a plancha, and thankfully doesn't nearly snap Bulldog's neck with it like he did at SummerSlam. Bret keeps it going with a springboard dive, but Smith catches him with the Running Powerslam on the floor! He pulls the mats up for a suplex on the floor, but Bret counters by dropping Bulldog crotch-first across the rail, then clotheslining his ass off! Back in, Bret hits a backbreaker for two, and he vertical superplexes his brother-in-law for two. Hart argues the count, allowing Bulldog to try a rollup, but Bret reverses for two. Backdrop follows, and Bret unloads on him in the corner, but a cross corner whip gets reversed. Bulldog charges in after him, but hits boot, and a groggy Hitman ties him up in a magistral cradle to retain at 21:09! I know it's blasphemous to some people, but I actually liked this one better than the overrated SummerSlam match, which I thought went back to the mat too often so Bret could guide an out of shape Smith through the sequences. Mind you, those sequences were insanely good, but Hart having to play nurse to Smith at every turn hurt the flow a lot for me. Davey may have been more in the zone here than at SummerSlam, but even still, this was all Hart. Bulldog seemed keen to do his usual chinlocky main event match before Bret kicked it into high gear with the bladejob. It's almost like a tale of two separate matches - one before the blade, and one after. Before the blood, Davey wasn't really getting over with the fans as any kind of real threat to Hart, but once Bret started pouring buckets all over the place, suddenly everyone was taking Bulldog seriously. Also very shrewd, as the house was packed with ECW fans, and adding in a gory bladejob won over even their most hardcore of believers. Another brilliant performance by Hart, in a series of them. For those keeping score, that's his third pay per view match in a row at four-stars, or better. Sadly, that would not keep into 1996. **** ¼ (Original rating: ****)
BUExperience: A really weak show from a match quality standpoint, but it’s headlined by one of the legit best matches of 1995 (as of this writing, the only North American match I have a higher rating on for the year is the ladder match from SummerSlam), so it’s not like it’s a total waste of time. And even if a lot of the matches weren’t great, stuff at least got paid off here, which is worth something. The short two hour runtime also helps make all the lesser matches much more easily digestible, so it wasn’t really a chore to sit through.
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