The Sunday Night Heat Workrate Report

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

Sunday, October 11th, 1998

Since my Yankees have finally pulled me back in from the ledge, I know can fully concentrate on this report.

What Worked

Well the 8-man might have been four seconds long but it involved all of KDX and the OMEGA MEN, Matt and Jeff Hardy and if anyone deserves time on my television screen it is Matt and Jeff. I mean, shit, they could stand around staring at the camera for 15 minutes and it would still make the what worked category. But instead you at Jeff doing some weird slingshot, pseudo- splitlegged moonsault that brought the crowd to life and they tease a Too Much/Hardy Boy feud. Aaahhh, the future of pro-wrestling. Come one kids, get in on the ground floor.

If your not down with Mick Foley, I've two words for you.... MR. SOCKO!!! Why they haven't done one of those WWF ATTITUDE commercials with him yet is beyond me. Just picture it. "People tell me I'm not an athlete. But I've had thumbtacks jabbed into my skull. I've fallen 20-feet through a table. I've been set on fire. I've lost more blood than the Red Cross can keep track of. I had half my ear ripped off because I didn't know the German word for Formaldehyde. And you tell me I'm not an athlete. BANG! BANG!

Well, Ladies and Gentleman, we probably witnessed Vader's last good match not only in the WWF but well... EVER. Edge decides that he will gladly offer Vader the chance to look good. I can just imagine the conversation in the locker room.

Setting: Leon White's dressing room
Time: Few hours before the show.

Edge: Ahh, excuse me Mr. White? (nervously)
Vader: What is it boy?
Edge: Hi, I'm Adam Copeland. You know, Edge. We'll be wrestling later tonight and, well, I've always been a big fan of your's.
Vader: Go on.
Edge: Well, like when you and Mick had that great feud. Did you know that you once had a match-of-the-year. Plus, you wrestled a bunch in Japan and well anyway I was thinking..
Vader: Yes? (interested)
Edge: Well, I know that you are leaving the company soon and I was thinking that you wanted to have the one last memorable match. And I am willing to do what it takes. Let's do something that the folks will remember. Vader: What do you have in mind?
Edge: We've been scheduled to go a few minutes so you can start off by being
all stiff with me. I'll take it. I've got to learn. Use some moves that you haven't used in awhile.
Vader: How 'bout the powerbomb?
Edge: Sure, why not. Really lean into it too. I don't think you want to have it compared to Sid's to you?
Vader: I'm better than him. Always have been. Okay, we are we going from there?
Edge: Well since I'm going over I don't want either of us to look too bad so basically let's stick with the story that your keeping me grounded with your superior strength. I won't do any topes or planchas, none of that. I be on the defensive the whole time.
Vader: I'm with you. Then you can hit your finisher after blocking something.
Edge: Perfect. In fact, I will continue to sell the beating after the decision.
Vader: I like it. You are going to be alright kid.
Edge: Thanks Mr. White and good luck in Big Japan.

I really, really, really, really wanted to hate the women's title match but I couldn't because Jackie suddenly remembered, "I'm Miss Texas. I'm know how to wrestle." Plus she is in the ring with Starla Sexton who I got no beef with. I think between myself and Dean, we have seen every match that she ever wrestled. Jackie proceeds to kick Starla right in the face and two paste each other a lot and there was some cool reversals and what not. Jackie even hit the float-over DDT correctly. Then Sable hit the ring.....
 


What Didn't Work

And Sable quickly reminds me why I hate this women's title concept as she hits a Sub HAWK-LEVEL clothesline. You know Phil and Dean get to argue if Warrior/Hogan is Midget-In-A-Speedboat bad or Kevin Sullivan-Running-Through- A-Forrest bad. Meanwhile Ollie and I can argue if this Sable/Jackie crap is Warrior-Locked-In-A-Casket bad or Earthquake-Sitting-On-A-Snake bad. The beauty of pro-wrestling.

Someone please explain to me the point of Ken Shamrock/Al Snow. Look Ken Shamrock is angry. Look Al Snow is angry. Oh wait maybe that was the point.

Sweet, merciful screw-job. The Road Dog and Jeff Jarrett. Both of you should be familiar with this side of the report.

I have a good idea. Let's completely destroy our two-time European Champion. I'm all for Austin being on TV and obviously he has to beat up De Lo but this was bad. It was a waste of time. The last two things make me want to play.

SIX DEGREES OF DUSTY BOOKING: This will be the Vince Russo edition.
    1) Vic Venom aka Vince Russo, handles booking (supposedly) in the WWF and I am going to blame him for the last two matches. So anyway Vince Russo once got chicken-winged out by Bob Backland.

    2) Bob Backland, while still campaign for President, is wrestling in some bizarre shoot tournament that I don't know the details so I will leave them to Phil and Dean. Anyway, in said tournament, Backland has advanced and might be wrestling Akira Maeda

    3) Akira Maeda once shot on Andre the Giant which isn't in the booking but it is cool on some level just the same.

    4) Andre the Giant, who had the indignity of being tag champ with Haku, once sold his WWF Heavyweight (which he one thanks to an evil twin ref) to Ted Dibase.

    5) Ted Dibase did the "making the fans humiliate themselves" routine first and BETTER than anyone else (including kicking a basketball away from a little kid) once lost his "Million Dollar" Belt to his former bodyguard Virgil.

    6) Virgil, now known as Vincent in WCW, is a current whipping boy of the NWO which also maintains as one of its members that big, bloated, splotch bearing man known as ...... DUSTY RHODES.

Phil Rippa