The Heats that air right before PPV's are always
atrocious. So he is a quick post-birthday rant from me.
What Worked
Well, the
J.O.B. Squad vs. Too Much was about as close to good wrestling as you were
going to get this evening. Good to see Too Much back together, of course
this means I probably won't see Kevin Quinn on my TV screen again. Oh well.
There was a nice Double Superplex plus that nifty Falcon Arrow and that
is all I care to recall.
What Didn't Work
Memo to
all the fools who think Sable is a wrestler: Sable is NOT a wrestler. Morons.
Mable.
Well big fella you get your own bullet point. Who on God's greens earth
thought it was a good idea to bring him back in? Plus he wrestled TWICE
through the evening. Mick Foley is lucky he didn't have his eye socket
busted thanks to Mable's sloppy ass.
The
whole rest of the hour. Lots of commercials and talking and shots of limos
and more commercials. It was like a parody of Nitro. Hey it's Vince. Hey
it's Stone Cold. Big Fucking Deal. I had dreams that the Hardy Boyz were
going to be in the Rumble itself and Jeff would eliminate himself by doing
a corkscrew moonsault to the floor. That was wishful thinking. But maybe
they could wrestle Too Much. Nope, instead we got all the nonsense of the
hour that was Heat. Now, I am just praying that they just hand Terry Taylor
THE PENCIL and leave him alone. But knowing the WWF, he will be in the
crowd selling souvenirs as the Red Rooster. Welcome to Hell Terry. I think
you have been here before.
Phil Rippa