From: rwong@beach.csulb.edu (Robie Wong)
Subject: WWF in the City of Angels
Organization: Cal State Long Beach
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 22:08:33 GMT

 Since Mark was supposed to be at the Sports Arena on this past Saturday, I got
tickets well in advance.  My friend and I were seated about five rows from the
ring. Had we stayed to see the event, we would have gotten a good view.

 Unlike the other time, the Sports Arena wasn't open when we arrived at 6:30.
Usually the doors open at 5:30 to 6:00, so people can buy more merchandise I
suppose.  We took a walk around the arena to where the wrestlers arrive.  This
time, they did not arrive in limos.  As we got to the gate where a line of
people were standing, watching the wrestlers enter, Crush was walking towards
the entrance.  He gave everyone a wave and they all cheered.  Beau Beverly, in
his lovely purple tights, wearing no shirt or cape, came up from the dressing
room to use the pay phone.  He shut the booth door and talked for about 15
minutes.  The girl next to me was waiting to see Bret.  At one point, a little
hatchback pulled up and she stood precariously on the gate, trying to see who
it was.  It turned out to be Skinner, and I told her it would be wise to get
down from the gate, because she wouldn't want Skinner to think she was climbing
the fence for him.  She got down in a hurry.
 Shawn Michaels, already in his wrestling trunks showed up at the entrance
door, and everybody booed.  He yelled a few words of obscenity at us and
everybody cheered.  Someone was yelling right back at him, and he spun around
on his heel and walked back to hte stairs which lead down to the dressing
rooms.  Before he disappeared, he turned around and gave us all the finger,
which more than half the people returned.  As soon as Shawn left, a long,
burgandy Cadillac pulled up, and all the security flocked around it.  There
were a few words,then one of the security guys got into his car and pulled
away.  The Cadillac pulled into the vacated space, which was the closest to the
entrance.  The two Hart brothers got out.  Owen walked to the door first, and
everyone was yelling.  He turned and sort of threw his head up in greeting, as
his hands were both full.  Bret, who had been driving (and who had been arguing
with the security earlier) followed him, carrying a steel case in one hand and
his leather jacket in the other.  He didn't even look at anyone, he just walked
straight ahead.  The girl next to me who had been so awaiting his arrival, got
so excited at seeing him, she lost her balance and fell over the gate.
Thankfully Bret didn't see that, she was very embarrassed.  My friend and I
helped her up, her boyfriend was laughing to hard to be of any assistance.

By the time we got inside, there were crowds of people around the merchandise
stand, buying, buying, buying.  Many people were there to see the Undertaker,
although we hadn't seen him earlier.  Thanks to whoever it was on this network
who posted that Mark had broke his collarbone, I wasn't too surprised when we
were told that Mark wasn't there, and that Crush was taking his place.
everybody booed, and the guy behind me began chanting "we were robbed" again
and again.  The first match was Virgil against Skinner and I looked at my
friend.  She's not a big wrestling fan, so when I asked her if she wanted to
leave, she just said "it's up to you."

We spent the rest of the card at Denny's.


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