From: chrispy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Christopher Palacios)
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: Chrispy House Show Review - Part 2
Date: 7 Jan 93 16:09:24 GMT
Reply-To: chrispy@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Christopher Palacios)
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The Headshrinker match had just ended, and my voice was starting to go.
However, Mike McGuirk was on the apron again, and all of a sudden, my 
voice felt JUST FINE.

4) Shawn Michaels vs. Marty Jannetty

Mike was singing Shawn's theme.  I loved it.  Shawn hits the ring and
grabs Mike.  She tried to keep herself from laughing.  Then he starts
yelling something, but apparently something slipped out of his mouth,
because he got this "OOPS!" look on his face.  Too funny.  Both of
them crack a laugh.

Marty hits the ring, and both of them go at it.  However, they're both
LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF!  They're punching and giggling like school
girls.  Couldn't tell why, but fun to see nonetheless.

Lots of action in this one.  Shawn works his ass off, doing Hennig-like
bumps.  Lots of action outside of the ring.  Shawn takes a security
guy's chair and moves it closer to the ring.  The ref sees the chair and
looks at Shawn, who pleads not guilty.  So the ref puts the chair up,
giving Shawn the chance to come to our side of the floor, steal another
chair, and drop Marty's chest on the chair.  (He set up for the suplex,
then dropped him on the backrest of the unfolded chair.  An inverted
suplex?)

Back in the ring, and Marty takes over.  The crowd gives Marty a big
pop, and he produces, working a hell of a match.  Lots of bumps, and
action galore.

This was easily the best match of the evening.  Well worked.  No time
for heckling since the match was moving so well.

***1/2

Intermission time, and Mike tells us we can take a break.

One of my friends goes off to buy some Cokes for us.  Five seconds after
he leaves to get in line, a traveling Coke salesman offers us his product.
20 minutes later, my friend returns to hear about the Coke guy.  He's
instantly pissed, but cheers up when he sees...

MIKE McGUIRK!

"We missed you!  Ouch, Baby!  Don't torture us!"

Another smirk.  I'm still bragging about that wink.

5) Bob Backlund vs. Berzerker

Berzerker comes out, and my brother and I stand up and start the chant.
"HUSS HUSS HUSS!"  Berzerker hears us, stands in front of us and joins
along!  TOO COOL!

Then, I get proof on why Backlund will NEVER win a WWF title again.
Backlund came out to almost no pop and a considerable amount of BOOS.
I was floored.  I couldn't believe it.

The match begins, and we're still chanting.  Berzerker takes control,
but Backlund reverses a whip to the ropes and a drop kick sends 
Backlund over the ropes and right in front of us.  Berzerker, seeing
the 9 year old kid in front of me, gets in the kid's face and yells.
He's visibly shaken.  I go nuts.

He stays on the outside, and we start the chant again.  This time,
a good percentage of the floor crowd joins in.  Berzerker is stunned.
Nord decides to stay on the outside a while and bask in his glory.

The match continues, and Nord is dominating.  Backlund pulls a single
leg or two, but almost nothing to show me that he will be a contender
soon.  

The chant of "Opie" comes from the crowd.  No "Howdy Doody" though.
I tried...

Before I knew it, Backlund does a Thesz press and WINS.  I couldn't
believe it.  One move, and that was all.  Sorry ending.

** (all for Nord)

6) Undertaker vs. Papa Shango

Mike on the apron.  Me and my brother start bowing, worshipping the
goddess of the spandex tux.  She sees this and stares at us.  My
brother starts laughing.  She looks at me, and I give her a smile,
a thumbs up, and a Rick Rude-esqe kiss.  She hunches over laughing.

Papa Shango comes in, skull and all.  Didn't smell, but then again,
I've got allergies, and central Texas is no place to have allergies.
Maybe the congestion blocked the smell.

Undertaker comes in to a HUGE pop.  (From a crowd of about 3500, it
was pretty big)  No signs of a messed up shoulder...yet.

My brother and I start the chant: "Percy!"  He looks at us and says
"Percy's in the urn".  We continue the chant, and Paul mocks opening
the urn for us to see the Pringle remains...

Undertaker did the rope walk and the chokes.  Papa Shango uses the
ref's distraction to draw the Undertaker near his corner.  Then
he takes his skull and out shoots a flame, "hitting" Mark.  I kick
myself for putting my camera down.  Dammit...

Outside action, as Papa whips Mark into the stairs.  He hit so hard,
the ring actually moved.  I was amazed.  Paul holds up the urn: "Ooooo
YESSSSS!!!"

One throat slam, and it was over.  No tombstone.  Apparently, not 100%
yet.

Paul hops in the ring and stares at Shango, who picks up his stuff and
splits.  "You sellout, Soultaker" the smart marks behind me yell.

Paul holds up the urn, Mark drops to a knee and sticks his arm out.  Photo
opportunity.

**

7) Ric Flair vs. Bret Hart
 
Mike on the apron.  More worshipping.  Aaaah, what a woman.

"Introducing first, the challenger..."  That's all I heard, as I stood
up and threw my Ric Flair WCW wrestling figure in the air, wooooing like
a madman.  

The Man (tm) strolls down the aisle, decked in a black robe with "Nature
Boy" on the back, wearing red trunks and boots.  He sees me, yelling and
holding up his likeness.  He stares at the doll for a second (vision must
be going), gives a smile and nods at me.  I almost died.  Needless to say,
I was wooing for the rest of the match.

Bret comes in to a big pop, but less than the Undertaker.  Strolls around
the ring, gives a kid his glasses, and hops in the ring to face his doom.

"Hey Bret, I got your sharpshooter RIGHT HERE..."
"Hey Bret, your hair's a little low.  I got some Quaker State in my car.
 See me after the show, and I'll hook you up..."

I'm convinced that Ric is on his way out.  No loud "Wooo!" all night.
Looked like he was going through the motions.  Yelled at the ref, but
that was pretty much it.  If it weren't for our section, I don't think
he would have even done that.

A pretty decent match, but something was missing.  Bret has no charisma,
Ric had no desire.  Ric controlled most of the match, but when he set
Bret up for a whip off the ropes, Bret reversed, did a sunset flip,
and PULLED RIC'S TRUNKS DOWN, revealing The Man's cheeks.  I swear,
if it wasn't for the Nature Boy's manhood holding up the other side of
his trunks, there would have been some old ladies Woooing for Space
Mountain all night.

Ric sets up for the Figure Four, but Bret rolls him up for the pin.
***1/4

And then it was over.  We gathered our things (camera, Tatanka tomahawk,
program ($5), set of WWF autographed pictures ($6)) and left.
I thoroughly enjoyed it, and can't wait until the next show.

Although I must admit most of the fun came from the crowd heckling I
helped start, Mike's wink, and the Man acknowledging me, the matches
weren't that bad.  Shawn and Marty did well, and Bret and Ric were OK
despite that missing something.

Final grade: B   **3/4

I hope you all enjoyed this review.  I would really like to hear your
comments on this.  My address is below.

Now, when does WCW come to town....


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