The Sunday Night Heat Workrate Report

A weekly look at what did and didn't work on Sunday Night Heat by Phil Rippa

Sunday, September 20th, 1998

Between what I saw on Heat and the big turd that was the MCW show I saw on Sunday and you will understand why I didn't feel like writing this.

What Worked

Cactus Dudekind asking McMahon for a ride home after getting throw out of the building. Ahhh... Mick Foley eases the pain.

Taka getting his old tights back. Now he justs needs everything else that was great about Michnikou Pro back.
 


What Didn't Work

I guess they are going to go through with the nightmare that is reforming the women's division with Luna, Sable, and Jackie. Hey, none of your names are Fukuoka, Hotta, KAORU, Kansazi, Kong, Toyota or any of the other bizillion great Japanese women. Hell your names aren't even Alundra Blayze or Big Bad Voodoo Mamma. Go away.

I want Sable and Scott Steiner in the ring at the same. Steiner will be injecting steroids constantly and Sable can have silicon pumped straight into her chest. It would be like that carnival clown mouth game. The crowd could bet on who would explode first, lots of money would change hands. If we all got lucky it would be a tie and then it would be like a big old Gallagher concert.

Look at that DOA and Undertaker/Kane wrestled for a really long time. Give Edge/Taka twenty seconds but these four lumber around for what was more than an eternity.

Through the magic of VCR's, I get to see the Headbangers be really shitty both in person and on Heat. Yeah, Yeah for me. I think the last time I saw the Headbangers work was when they were on MTV's Road Rules about a year ago.

Because Shane McMahon isn't bad enough he gets to do play-by-play while Jim Cornette does nothing. Hey, I did I mention I got to see that pantload live too. WOO-HOO, my life sucks.

There was some other stuff but roommate only taped half the show. Ahh, someone loves me.
 

Phil Rippa