From: chrispy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Christopher Palacios)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: Chrispy House Show Review - WWF, Austin, TX  1/6/92
Date: 7 Jan 93 15:28:48 GMT
Reply-To: chrispy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Christopher Palacios)
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This is my first house show review ever.  This was also the first house
show I've seen in almost 2 years.  Needless to say I was psyched.  
This will be VERY detailed, and I hope you enjoy it.

First of all, some background.  I went with my brother, James, and four
friends of mine.  We had second row seats ringside, and I was too pumped.
I had NEVER had seats that close for a house show, and I couldn't wait
for it to start.

1) Virgil vs. Brooklyn Brawler

Actually, the announcer, Mike McGuirk, came out first.  Guys, if you 
haven't seen her up close, DO SO IMMEDIATELY.  She came out in a royal
blue tuxedo jacket with tails and black tuxedo pants, or so I thought.
It turns out the pants were spandex.  WOW.  That woman is gorgeous.
Too bad the tails covered up her posterior, because the front was
promising.  (Hope I didn't offend any ladies out there.)        

Well, Mike announced Brawler first, and it was then that I realized that
Austin is MARK HEAVEN.  Virgil got a pretty big crowd pop.  I sat there
in total shock.  Meanwhile, my brother's yelling "Virgil!  The next
World's Champion!!"

The match was pretty basic.  Hip tosses, punches, etc.  Virgil was on 
the mat and reached for Lombardi's ripped jeans.  He must have pulled
too hard, because the pants tore, revealing that he had purple trunks
on underneath.  (As you know, purple is big in Brooklyn...)

It wasn't as slow as I feared it would be, and actually turned out to
be entertaining, as Virgil talked to the crowd some.  Towards the end
of the match, he twirled his finger in the air, signaling his finisher.
"Yeah!!" my brother yelled.  Then he looked at me and asked "What does
that mean?"  I looked at him and shrugged, because I didn't know either.

It was a Russian leg sweep for the pin.  Meanwhile, a few hecklers are
yelling "DDT!  DDT!"

**1/4

2) Tatanka vs. Damien Demento

Mike hops back in the ring, and James and I go nuts.  "Ouch!  You're
the main event, baby!"  Mike gives us a glance and a wink.  For the
rest of the evening, we argue who it was aimed at.  (It was aimed at
me by the way...)

Damien comes into the ring.  It was my first chance to see him, although
I knew of his previous stint in an indie as Mondo Kleen.  Turns out
a couple of guys behind me know too.  Thus the chant starts:  "Mondo!"

Then Tatanka comes out, a slightly larger pop than Virgil.  My brother
goes nuts, as he had bought a Tatanka foam tomahawk.  ($5)

The match started out OK, as Damien pulls the hair and plays the crowd.
His pleas to the ref are hilarious.  "I did not pull the hair", spoken
in a semi-India accent.  Then he looks at Tatanka and yells "You will
be defeated!"  Great stuff.

However, this match started to drag on and on.  Mondo's stalling started
to bore some fans.  I didn't mind, as his talking was better than the
match itself.

Meanwhile, my brother is acting really silly.  Various yells included
"Do it for your people Tatanka!", "Tatanka, you're my IDOL!", and 
"Go Buffalo!"  He then realized how hard it was to try to chant Tatanka's
name.           

Mercifully, the match ended on a quick flurry, as Damien's side headlock
proved to be to little.  A tomahawk to the head, then the fireman's carry
drop. 

After the match, Tatanka's giving the kids high fives when he passes my
brother.  (Keep in mind he's 17 and about 6 feet tall.)  He sees my
brother, backs up, and gives him a high five and a smile.  My brother
was smiling the rest of the night.

That was pretty much the highlight of Tatanka's match.   *1/2

3) High Energy vs. Headshrinkers

Mike hops back in the ring.  More comments.  Another glance and a smile.
God, I love these seats....  :) :) :) :)

The Headshrinkers come out to boos and the chant of "SST" coming from
me and the smart marks behind me.  They see us chanting and give us
a stare.  They can't smile, as it's not in the script, but they gave
us a look as if they were saying "You know we can't acknowledge you, 
but thanks for the chant." 

High Energy comes out to a Virgil-like pop.  However, the pop was  
generally for Koko, as when Owen tries to get the crowd into the
match, he gets ZERO response.

The S
SST knows how to work the crowd.  First, Samu picks his nose and eats
the juicy inside.  Then, after an Owen dropkick, Samu falls into his
corner and lands on Fatu's foot.  Fatu plays up the injury and hops
around on the apron.  Crowd laughs.

Nothing exciting in the match.  I laughed whenever Koko would do a 
move, then readjust his trunks.  Owen did a monkey impression for Fatu,
only to have Fatu scratch his head and stare.  Too funny.

The Shrinkers would put either Owen or Koko in a headlock and then
say something totally random, like "HA WA CHA KA!"  Whenever they
did it, I'd yell "Yeah!  Take that Owen!"

The hot tag is made, and Koko looks like he'll pull off the victory.
But wait!  The ref is facing the other way!!!

One flying head butt later, the Shrinkers win.   **


I didn't realize how long this review would be, so this will end the
first part of the review.  Look for the second part in the next few
posts.

END OF PART ONE

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