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I think the WWF has finally given up on their outdated work loose policy, because even the futhermuckin Godwins were working stiff tonight.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