WWF House Show 11/25/1989
Written by Scrooge McSuck from Da Wrestling Site
WWF at Madison Square Garden – November 25, 1989
– As promised, we’re going forward, not backwards, upwards, not forwards, and twirling, twirling, twirling… for something. I forgot the rest of the joke, but those who need to know the reference, it was the Simpsons Treehouse of Horrors where Kang and Kodos dress up as Bill Clinton and Bob Dole for the 1996 Presidential election. Like I was saying, I just finished up with the October MSG card, and since I have time to waste, why not go with the following card?
– Calling the action tonight is the wonderful duo of Gorilla Monsoon and Hillbilly Jim. After sitting through the last MSG card, I noticed one glaring problem with this duo. Instead of Gorilla getting worked up by a heel commentater, they just make casual chit chat, which makes them sound like they don’t want to sit through the rest of the card. I mean, Hillbilly Jim isn’t annoying and comes across as a fairly decent PBP man, but face-face combination just doesn’t work. The only time not having a heel is acceptable is when it’s a one man broadcast.
Paul Roma vs. Haku:
Is Paul Roma finally going to get revenge for the mega beat-down the Islanders gave him at the Royal Rumble, nearly two years earlier? Hey, if he’s willing to hold a grudge against the Four Horsemen 15 years later, I wouldn’t put anything past him. Roma had been sent back to super-jobber status once the Young Stallions flamed out, and Haku has been in limbo since losing his crown, so this isn’t as predictable of a result as you might expect. Roma, of course, comes out to Crank It Up. Haku attacks before the bell and pounds away in the corner. Whip across the ring, and Roma surprises Haku by ramming him into the buckle a handful of time. Roma with a beautiful standing dropkick and an arm drag, forcing Haku to take a breather. Lockup, and Roma works a wristlock. Why is he still wearing Young Stallion trunks? Irish whip, and Roma with a Thesz Press for a two count. Roma mounts Haku and hammers away with rights, covers for another two count, and slaps on an armbar. Haku with chops, but Roma keeps working the arm. Whip to the corner, and Haku misses a charge. Roma with an arm drag, then back to the armbar. Irish whip is reversed, and Haku clobbers Roma with a clothesline, and follows up with a back elbow. Haku with a back breaker, and he holds Roma over the knee for a while before turning it into a pinning combination, getting a two count in the process. Haku with a shoulder breaker for another two count, followed by chops to the neck and it’s nerve hold time! Roma with elbows to escape, and a sunset flip gets a two count. Haku is up first and continues beating Roma into a pile of mashed potatoes. Insert boring resthold spot here. Roma lifts Haku up for a game of chicken, then drops him back. At least he sells the effects on himself. Roma with rights, and Haku counters with a rake of the eyes and a back rake. So that’s where Hulk Hogan learned his moveset for his heel turn? Roma sends Haku into the buckle again, and Haku surprisingly sells it. Roma hits the ropes and connects with an elbow drop for a two count. The crowd was into that near fall. Irish whip, and a fist to the midsection, followed by a suplex. Roma hits the top rope in a flash, and comes off with a fist drop for another two count. The crowd is WAY too into this match, but hey, it’s not bad. Whip to the corner, and Roma misses a charge, Bret Hart style. Haku connects with a reverse thrust kick, and the three count is made at 10:09. **1/4 Perfectly acceptable wrestling. Started off well, had a dull rest spot, and ended hot. I’m surprised the crowd got into the ending, though. They were sitting on their hands for most of the match.
The Hart Foundation vs. The Rockers:
(Bret Hart & Jim Neidhart vs. Shawn Michaels & Marty Jannetty)
Looks like the singles pushes for the Foundation have been aborted, and how about this for a match? The Rockers weren’t doing anything, and the Foundation were just getting back together by the turn of the new year, so this honestly could go either way, as well. The best part of face-face tag matches with the Hart Foundation is that they hit the heel button and start doing their signature double team moves that made them an awesome team to begin with. Jannetty starts with the Hitman. Lockup, and Bret gives a clean break. Lockup #2, and this time Jannetty with the break. Bret with a wristlock. Irish whip, and we get a series of counters until Bret takes Jannetty over with a hip toss. Jannetty mule kicks Hart, and they’re back to a neutral position. They trade wristlocks until Jannetty takes Bret over with a hip toss. Jannetty misses an elbow drop, as does Hart, and Jannetty applies an armbar. Michaels with the blind tag, and they take over Bret with a double arm drag and drop two elbows, but Neidhart runs in and clotheslines both of the punks to a big pop. Neidhart tags in officially and grabs a headlock. Michaels counters with a head scissors, and they break. Michaels with a headlock, but a shoulder block doesn’t send Michaels flying across the ring as we expected. He does try a cross body, but Anvil catches him. Michaels counters a slam with a cradle, but it only gets a two count. Anvil with a headlock, followed by his demented laughter. Irish whip, and a shoulder block puts Michaels down. Michaels tries for a slam, but Neidhart blocks. Michaels escapes a slam attempt once again, and rolls up Neidhart for a two count. Jannetty in with a double axehandle, and he works the arm. Irish whip, and a shoulder block sends Jannetty out of the ring. Jannetty slides back in between the legs and takes Neidhart down with a drop toe hold, then grabs a front facelock. Neidhart powers Jannetty into the corner and gives a friendly shove. Jannetty returns the favor with an arm drag, then goes back to the armbar. The Rockers work the arm and connect with a double crescent kick, and Michaels covers for a two count. Neidhart puts Shawn down with a slam, and Bret comes in, missing an elbow. Michaels quickly grabs the arm, working a wristlock. Irish whip, and Bret catches a leap frog and connects with an inverted atomic drop, then drops an elbow to the back of the head. Neidhart tags back n, and Bret nails Michaels with a knee to the back from the apron. YEAH! Bret comes back in without a tag and executes a back breaker excellently for a two count. Neidhart tags in and puts Shawn down with a dropkick for a two count.
Neidhart with some clubberin’ blows, and it’s bearhug time! Neidhart pins Michaels to the canvas for a series of near falls while having the hold still applied. Michaels with elbows and an ear smack, followed by a dropkick. Jannetty with a clothesline from the apron to put Anvil down. Michaels attempts to dive over Neidhart to make the tag, but gets caught and carried to the Foundation’s corner. Bret comes in and nails a VICIOUS forearm, but Shawn has enough in him to back slide Hart for a two count. Irish whip, and Shawn manages to put Bret down with a slam. Bret grabs the ankle and tags out to Neidhart, who pounds away on the back, then applies a front facelock. Bret with a headbutt, followed by a boot to the midsection. Shawn fights back, exchanging rights. Bret with a snapmare, followed by a leg drop. Bret with a power slam, but Anvil’s sling shot splash misses! Bret illegally pulls Michaels back to his corner, and connects with his signature snap suplex for a two count. Bret with a snapmare, then applies a chinlock. Neidhart with the tag and he back drops Michaels into the lights, but that only gets two. Irish whip to the corner is reversed, but Shawn eats foot on a charge. Bret to the middle rope, and he misses an elbow drop. Jannetty gets the hot tag and quickly connects with a diving elbow. Irish whip, and Jannetty with a fist to the midsection, followed by a knee lift for a two count. Irish whip is reversed, and Jannetty counters a hip toss with a back slide for another two count. Jannetty with a cross body press for a two count. Whip to the corner is reversed, and Jannetty takes Bret over with a sunset flip for another two count. Bret sweeps the legs and stomps the chest of Jannetty. Bret blocks a roll up and ducks a cross body, causing Jannetty to go flying over the top rope, and eating the arena floor. Neidhart pulls Jannetty back into the ring, but Michaels gets the tag in and stomps away. Irish whip and Anvil with a diving shoulder, which is sold like a champ by Michaels. Irish whip, and Michaels with an elbow to the back, followed by a dropkick for a two count. Whip to the corner is reversed, and Michaels with a cross body for two. Neidhart’s momentum of kicking out sends Michaels to the outside. Bret tags in and gets introduced to the buckle. Michaels to the top with another cross body, but Bret counters for a two count! Irish whip, and Bret with a blow to the midsection, followed by a roll up, but Michaels counters for two! Bret goes for a suplex, but Michaels counters with his own, and covers for two, one again. Irish whip is reversed and Michaels applies an abdominal stretch. Neidhart runs in to break it, then gets into a slugfest with Jannetty as the bell rings at 19:40, making it a Time Limit Draw. Everyone brawls regardless, and suddenly Tito Santana, Hercules, and Paul Roma hit the ring to break thigs up, but that’s not going to make it any easier. ***1/2 Outstanding match that had a crappy finish, and I honestly was getting sick of typing “Irish whip” at the start of every sentence. That was the Rockers main problem. EVERY fucking move had to involve bouncing off the ropes or throwing someone into the ropes. Regardless, a highly entertaining match, and probably the best one of the night.
Al Perez vs. The Brooklyn Brawler:
Smart move to put on a Steve Lombardi Stinker™ to follow that last match. Monsoon quickly works in a “graduate from Terry Garvin’s school of self defense” comment regarding Brawler, before the introductions are over. Lockup into the corner, Perez avoids a sucker punch, whips Brawler across the ring, and takes him over with an arm drag. Brawler with a shot to the throat, then rams Perez to the buckle. Whip to the corner, and Brawler charges in with a shoulder to the midsection, followed by a suplex for a one count. Brawler rakes the eyes across the top rope, then misses another chage to the corner. Irish whip, and Brawler with a fist to the midsection for a two count. Irish whip, and Perez with a boot to the chest, followed by a back elbow. They manage to blow a slam attempt, so Perez stomps away. Irish whip and a back drop by Perez, followed by a jumping knee drop. The crowd’s already turned on this one. Perez side-steps a charge, and Brawler spills through the ropes, to the floor. Perez follows him out and plants him with a slam. Back in the ring, and the Brawler throws Perez over the top rope, catching his leg in the ropes in the process. Brawler does more punchy-bitey stuff. Brawler with a crappy step over toe hold, and yes, he uses the ropes for leverage. Perez surprises him with a small package for a two count. Brawler continues to work the leg, doing nothing of note. Brawler to the top rope, but Perez slams him off, to the surprise of no one. Irish whip, and Perez with a blow to the midsection, followed by a rotating suplex for the three count at 8:34. Crowd pops for the finish, either because it was a cool move, or because the match is over. 1/2* Liked the finisher, the rest of the match can rot in hell.
Jake “The Snake” Roberts vs. “Million $ Man” Ted Dibiase (w/ Virgil):
At least this match guarantees not to suck as hard as that last one. Roberts had freshly returned not too long before this, resurfacing to continue the program the two started right after WrestleMania, where Dibiase “injured” Roberts’ neck, putting him out of action for the summer. We’re still a ways from Roberts stealing the million dollar belt, though. Roberts avoids double teaming before the bell and knocks them down with clotheslines. Roberts with a fist to the midsection, followed by a running knee lift. Dibiase rolls out of the ring following a DDT attempt, and it’s cat and mouse time. Dibiase with a knee to the midsection, followed by rights. Roberts slips out of a slam and knocks Dibiase into his bag, but another DDT attempt is blocked. Roberts stomps the casted hand of Virgil for good measure. Lockup, and Roberts goes to work on the left arm with a wristlock. Dibiase swings and misses on several attempts, but Roberts avoids them and takes him to the canvas with a hammerlock. Roberts with a series of knees into the wrist, then more wristlocks. Dibiase with a boot to the midsection, and Roberts returns the favor, but a third DDT attempt is a failure, as well. Roberts heads outside for a double noggin-knocker, then chases Virgil around the ring for whatever reason. Back inside, and Dibiase with a sucker blow to Roberts, followed by elbows across the neck and throat. Dibiase drops a knee across the back of the neck and starts talking trash. This match is moving along at the pace of a sedated snail. Dibiase just keeps pounding the neck, talking trash, and playing the crowd for a good couple of minutes. Dibiase slaps on a front facelock, and we know that’s going to last a while… or not. Roberts turns it into a wristlock, but only momentarily, as Dibiase lays into him with a right to break it, then goes back to the same cycle as earlier. Some fan at ringside has a rubber chicken hanging from a wire… what the HELL does that represent? Dibiase works the facelock, and throws his weight around for extra preasure. Roberts rams Dibiase into the corner to break, but he’s still hurting, and all the impact had to hurt himself more. Dibiase to the second turnbuckle, and he comes off with an axehandle.
Dibiase gloats before making a pin attempt, and it only gets a two count. Dibiase with a series of knees and more trash talking, followed by stomping. We pan the crowd (Hey, Vladimir!), because even the camera man is falling asleep. Roberts pulls himself back to his feet, and Dibiase grabs a headlock. Roberts counters with a swinging neck breaker, and now they’re both down, again. Dibiase grabs the headlock again, and this time Roberts escapes with a back drop. Roberts with his signature jabs and a roundhouse right, but he’s still selling the injured neck. Roberts with an inverted atomic drop, then slams Dibiase face-first into the canvas, and begins dropping knees into the back of the neck in retaliation to earlier. Virgil hops on the apron and quickly gets knocked back down. Roberts with the short arm clothesline, and we all know what should be coming next, even Monsoon makes note of it. Virgil runs in and clotheslines Roberts from behind, drawing a Disqualification at 15:08, and Dibiase drops another series of knees across the neck. Virgil chinlocks Roberts to hold Roberts in place as Dibiase slaps him around with a fistful of money. Roberts rams Virgil into the buckle to escape, then catches Dibiase by surprise with jabs, knocking Dibiase over the top rope, to the floor. Roberts follows out, and chases Dibiase back to the locker room. Roberts hits the ring again and goes for Virgil, who takes a DDT for the biggest pop of the night, so far. Roberts goes for Damian, and Virgil gets a mild treatment, not the full blown “wrap the snake around the poor guy’s body” routine. **1/2 Decent match that worked well in the fact that it followed a decent story, but the end result was that, for the most part, it was incredibly boring, but was saved by a hot finish, at least.
Tito Santana vs. Bad News Brown:
I reviewed this in a “Joined in Progress” form from an episode of Primetime Wrestling, but here we go with the whole enchilada. Brown was in limbo, before entering a nonsensical feud with Roddy Piper that was set up at the upcoming Royal Rumble. Santana would hang around for another four years, doing nothing of note other than a character change to “cartoonize” him. Brown attacks before the bell, clobber away, then chokes Santana down with his own t-shirt. Sell that merchandise! Monsoon makes less than flattering comments about the referee over this horrible attempt at maintaining order. Whip to the corner, and Brown misses a charge. Santana stomps away, then rams Brown face first into the canvas. Santana to the second turnbuckle, and he comes off with an axehandle for a two count. Whip to the corner, and Brown comes charging back with a vicious clothesline. Santana knows how to sell a clothesline (see: WrestleMania VI). Brown pounds away on the throat of Santana and yells at the referee a lot. Brown with a headbutt, followed by choking across the top rope. Brown hits the ropes and drops an elbow, then grinds it into the throat. Irish whip, and Santana comes off the ropes with a cross body for a two count. Santana with a boot to the midsection, and Brown returns the favor. Whip to the corner is reversed, and Santana takes him over with a monkey flip, and turns it into a cover, but it only gets two. Santana with a neck jerk and mounts Brown, pounding away with rights for another two count. Brown gets up and quickly lands a pair of forearms to the solar plexus, then takes Santana to the corner for more punishment. Brown with some face pulling as the camera gets a nice shot of a demented expression on Brown’s face. Santana bites down on Brown’s hand, though, and won’t let go. Now THAT’S a counter. Santana with shoulders to the midsection, but Brown rakes the eyes to kill his momentum, then tosses Santana over the top rope. If this were a 2-Man Battle Royale, we would have a winner now.
Brown follows out, grabs a folding chair, and bops Santana RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE REFEREE! Brown rams Santana with the chair again, and still no Disqualification. I guess this is a Blindfold Match, where the referee is blindfolded, but the wrestlers aren’t. Santana climbs back on the apron, drives a shoulder into the midsection, and takes Brown over with a sunset flip for a two count. Brown rams Santana into the corner and chokes with the tag rope. You don’t see that in singles matches too much. Brown rolls out of the ring and drives an elbow across the chest of Santana. Monsoon continues to ride the referee throughout the match. They exchange blows until Santana counters a slam with a back slide, but that only gets a two count. A very slow two count. Santana with a headbutt to the gut of Brown, then he tosses Brown out of the ring, and stomps away. Santana has a chair now and nails Brown with it, retribution for earlier in the match. Santana rolls in the ring, back out, and drives the chair into the throat. Brown rolls back into the ring, and Santana with some choking. Santana with mounted punches in the corner, but he’s doing it very slowly. Bad News with a blow to the midsection, and now he’s undoing one of the turnbuckle pads. Brown hammers away on Santana with rights and headbutts. Santana blocks being rammed and instead sends Brown into the exposed turnbuckle. Santana works over the leg of Brown then calls for the end. Brown counters the Figure-Four with a take-over, but fails to hit the Ghetto Blaster. Santana with the Flying Forearm, but Brown is knocked out of the ring. Brown grabs another chair, and Santana grabs it as well for a Tug-of-War that goes on for quite a while without a bell being run. The action spills back out of the ring, and they brawl until it’s another lame finish, this time a Double Count-Out, at 15:51. That long for that finish? Are you serious? **1/2 Match was progressing just fine, and it’s always fun to see Santana stoop to the levels of the vicious heel, making him one of the few babyfaces willing to do it. I swear, Tito Santana is one of the least appreciated wrestlers I can think of. It seems like no matter the card or the opponent, he always gets a good match out of it, and I’m really not much of Bad News’ style.
The Brother Love Show, with Elizabeth and the Sensational Queen Sherri:
Ugh, what is this crap doing on the show? Elizabeth hasn’t really been seen much since SummerSlam and we were originally led to believe that the Savage/Zeus vs. Hogan/Beefcake thing was over, but then they suddenly brought it back, and I guess someone thought MSG needed to advertise Elizabeth to increase gates? If you’ve seen the Royal Rumble PPV, with Sapphire in place of Elizabeth, you know what happens. Then sub out Dusty Rhodes with Jim Duggan, and there you go. The heels run down the face, who doesn’t get a word in, and in Elizabeth’s case, that was any promo ever that had her on camera, until the male wrestlers hit the ring for a brawl, and the babyfaces celebrate just standing around in the ring. I would like to, once again, state for the record, that Brother Love is one of most annoying, worthless characters I’ve ever seen. Not just from this era, I mean ANY era, from any promotion. And they kept it going for THREE YEARS! THEN BROUGHT IT BACK.
Hercules vs. Dino Bravo:
Why? I know last month I had flattering comments about Bravo being able to have good matches here and there, but he WAS in the ring with Bret Hart. Here he has Hercules, easily one of, if not the, worst babyfaces on the roster in terms of wrestling ability. I guarantee we won’t see much more than punch, kick, and bearhug from these two. Bravo is once again without his manager, Jimmy Hart. Bravo quickly hits the stall button, playing to the crowd, avoiding a lockup in the process. Lockup, and Bravo with a hammerlock. There’s a lot of pale skin and powder blue trunks in this match. Hercules fights the power, turning it around, but Bravo pulls the hair, then hides in the ropes. Lockup, and Hercules with the hammerlock, now. Bravo yanks the hair, and Hercules returns the favor. Hillbilly Jim: We didn’t say this was going to be pretty. MOST HONEST LINE OF THE NIGHT. Lockup into the ropes, and Bravo with a sucker punch, followed by choking. I can hear a boring chant starting up. Usually the MSG crowd was a bit more forgiving, as the Boston crowds were merciless with the boring chants. Hercules boots a charging Bravo, then clotheslines him out of the ring. Monsoon mentions that the wrestlers “these days” take a lot of vitamins. Appropriate comment considering the freaky, roided up bodies in the ring right now, and it just hit me, both of these guys are dead. I always forget that Hercules passed on quite a while back. I’m not going to mention Bravo’s death in relation to the subject, because we know that wasn’t steroid related. Hercules works a toe hold and drops an elbow across the knee. There’s just no rhythm to this one, at all. Bravo grabs a handful of face to escape, then drops a series of knees and celebrates. Bravo with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a chinlock. Bravo lets go, and slaps on the bearhug. Hercules swings his arms like his name is Ivan Putski, but Bravo keeps it applied. Hercules finally fights free, but Bravo rakes the eyes. Whip to the corner is reversed, and Hercules with a hip toss. Bravo misses a chagre, and Hercules hammers away. Irish whip, and Hercules with a running knee lift and a clothesline for a two count. Irish whip, and Bravo catches Hercules with a side suplex, and it’s over at… no bell? Bravo gets up, hits a jumping elbow drop, and gets ANOTHER three count at 8:38. Umm… what the hell was that? -* I was going to say DUD, but the referee blows a three count? How hard is THAT? And it’s the same retarded referee from the previous match, too!
King’s Crown Match:
“Hacksaw” Jim Duggan vs. “Macho King” Randy Savage (w/ Sensational Sherri):
Before the match, we throw it to Lord Alfred Hayes, who comments on the earlier situation with Elizabeth and Sherri. It’s time for the Main Event, and I’m a little disappointed we don’t have any true championship matches on the card. I guess there was a much more important show going on somewhere else… and after researching, they had THREE sets of cards going on the same day, and this same card was done earlier in the day at the Capital Centre in Landover, MD. That makes sense, considering the thin card. Imagine having a main event of Warrior vs. The Genius for the Intercontinental Title. Yikes. Anyway, back to our show… Last month, remember, Jim Duggan was screwed out of his chance to regain the crown, thanks to the lack of a referee being concious to count a pin attempt he most definitely was going to win the match with, so now we get TWO referees, and if this were WCW, we’d have two referee bumps in the opening seconds, just to throw logic out the window. It’s a battle of Hasbro props, as Savage winds up his septor against Duggan’s 2×4. Duggan’s 2×4 wins the game of chicken, by the way.
Duggan gets clappy to fire up the crowd, before anything can happen. Savage enters and quickly exits, and it’s time for some cat and mouse. Duggan pulls Savage out of the ring and hammers away with rights. Duggan throws Savage into the ring post, rolls back in the ring, then back out for some more punishment. Back inside, and Duggan sends Savage to the buckle. Whip across the ring, and Duggan takes Savage over with a hip toss. Duggan with a scoop slam, followed by a knee drop. Sherri distracts BOTH referees, and it only gets a two count. Duggan with mounted punches in the corner, and it’s becoming increasingly depressing that Savage, Sherri, and earlier, Elizabeth, are all gone, too. Duggan with a clothesline, and that gets a two count. Duggan with a delayed atomic drop, sold exceptionally by the Macho King. Sherri trips Duggan up, allowing Savage to charge from behind with a running high knee. Sherri runs around the ring for whatever reason, and Savage heads back outside, choking away on the big dummy. Savage to the top rope, and he comes down with a double axehandle. Back in the ring, and Savage comes down with another axehandle, for a two count. Irish whip, and Savage with a boot to the chest, then Sherri… does something, but trips. That was certainly unusual. Savage with a snapmare and knee drop for a two count. Irish whip is reversed, and Duggan with a clothesline. Duggan with another trio of them, then sets up for the biggy. Duggan charges out of the ring, but meets the buckle. Savage heads to the top rope, and he comes down with an axehandle, but he takes a blow to the midsection, as well, and both men are down. (checks watch) Okay, someone can get up. Sherri hops on the apron and kicks away at the outside referee, and now the inside referee gets distracted. Duggan gets the loaded purse… FROM ELIZABETH! Duggan nails Savage with it, knocking him out of the ring. It’s another lame count-out at 7:36. I don’t understand why Sherri tried getting Savage back in the ring, since a count-out saves his title. I guess it had different stipulations than the Million Dollar Belt. Pretty big pop for Elizabeth’s involvement, I might add. The faces celebrate the win, but they have nothing to show for it. ** Good enough match, but a disappointment compared to their match on the previous card, and I really hate that almost all the big matches had crappy finishes.
– Sean Mooney is hanging around backstage, doing God knows what. He’s with the Million Dollar Man and Virgil, and there’s a rematch signed for the next card at MSG, this time, with No Disqualifications. Next up is Jake Roberts, and he starts quoting the Kenny Rogers song featured in the Big Lebowski (Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In) (Editor’s Note: technically, it was done by “First Edition” or “Kenny Rogers and the First Edition”, but that wouldn’t help matters. Just being a music snob, here). We throw it to “Event Center” style promos. Rick Rude and Roddy Piper hype up their Steel Cage Match. Next we get comments from the WWF Tag Team Champions, Demolition, who defend their titles against the Colossal Connection, Andre the Giant and Haku. By the time the card came around, the roles were reversed, thanks to a title change at a Superstars taping.
Final Thoughts: Not an outstanding card, but other than two short matches, everything was at least watchable, with most of the high profile matches delivering solid performances. I have to say though, that for all of the good matches, they all had screwy, inconclusive finishes, which really gets old the first couple of times, but when every match of significance has them, it’s just lazy booking. Also, while I am complimentary of most of the matches, only one was on the borderline of outstanding, the tag match, but the lame finish lowered it’s value. In all, it’s a good waste of two hours, but at the same time, you’re not missing anything that isn’t available on other cards from the same time frame.
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34-year-old currently living in Syracuse, New York. Long-time fan of the New York Mets, Chicago Bulls, and Minnesota Vikings. An avid fan of professional wrestling and write reviews/articles on the product. Usually focusing on old-school wrestling.
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