The Sunday Night Heat Workrate Report
A weekly look at what did and didn't work
on Sunday Night Heat by Phil Schneider
Sunday, August 9th, 1998
I [Phil Schneider] am filling in for fellow Death
Valley Playboy Phil Rippa aka The Ripper aka Victor Quinones mouthpiece,
who should be taking this over next week God's and Ollie willing.
Fine by me, but God isn't returning my messages.
-- Ollie
What Worked
In a rasing
of Lazarus level miracle match Mark Henry vs. Vader didn't suck. The press
slam of Vader was pretty impressive, and Vader worked damn stiff busting
up Mark's mouth, and Henry responded with a nasty clothesline. The ending
was clean at least, but having Henry lay out Vader like that was probably
the last nail in the coffin of the greatest monster heel in American wrestling
history. Run to All Japan Leon White, run as fast as you can.
The
Mankind interview was classic Mick Foley. He is my all time favorite interview,
and this was one of the best he has given in his WWF tenure. The interviews
when he talks about his kids and stuff are way better then the early demented
childhood nonsense he did when he came in, although this was still not
as great as his awesome ECW stuff.
I think
the WWF has finally given up on their outdated work loose policy, because
even the futhermuckin Godwins were working stiff tonight. This match worked
because of my level of expectations, I expected it to stink and it didn't.
Southern Justice beats the poo out of the insanely overrated Headbangers,
and they have cool business cards, and they beat the poo out of the Headbangers.
What Didn't Work
TAKA Michinoku
v. X-Pac could be the WWF version of Mysterio v. Guererra with the added
bonus of both guys being super dickish punks. And for about three minutes
of this match it was gloriously evident how great this feud could be, TAKA
dropkicks Waltman right in the face, the spinkick to the jaw. And then
it was over, in five minutes, WHAT THE FUCK. Then DX comes out and punks
Kaientai, uggh. I was looking forward to this match for two weeks. Vince
McMahon can toss my salad.
Jeff
Jarrett has been making an effort as of late, and he has cut out the shit
that made me despise him (the lounging in the corner, the strut). Darren
Drozdov is so much better then his ex-NFL compatriot Goldberg (in both
football and wrestling, Goldberg had 2 career NFL sacks, that only 2 better
then me and I never made it past high school ball) but despite that this
match just didn't do it for me, what can I say, it must have been the Memphiest
of Memphis endings.
The
Undertaker vs. Mankind match was hyped all night and turned out to be a
bump instead of a match. At least the WCW delivers on their Main Events
as crappy as they may be.
Phil Schneider