Big Time Wrestling - 02/27/1999

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Hey! Classic Sports seems to be adhering to a regular schedule for 'rasslin,
and I have a working VCR! So if there's anyone who wants to trade non-WWF stuff
for some of this old NWA stuff, email me and tell me what you have to offer.

What Worked

Mark Lewin gets carried by the Sheik in one of those garbagy affairs where all
of the action is predicated on the Sheik bludgeoning Lewin with something or
other. Both men juiced, though the crimson wasn't enough to form a mask or
anything. The Sheik throws a fireball, leading to the clusterf -- finish in
which he wins the US title by countout or something. This was a seriously
dissatisfying finish, and a lot of Michiganders expressed their disapproval by
walking out just as the screwjob was commencing, before the battle royal at the
end of the show (except for one old man who grabbed his coat and exited his
ringside seat about five minutes in). The Sheik's psychology and selling here
made ME mark out, in contrast to Lewin, who gave us a preview of the florid
overacting of the Purple Haze when he wandered into the crowd, bleeding and
stumbling around like Kobashi limited to a two-piece snack.

There was a pretty nifty luchador named El Gresero, who had more skills than he
could show against some jobber lummox named "Pretty Boy" Gary Fulton.

What Didn't Work.

Bobo Brazil on my TV screen three times. Bobo Brazil wrestling. A bigass battle
royal, in which faces Andre the Giant and Bobo Brazil tease a confrontation,
only to have Giant eliminate himself in order to let Bobo hog the spotlight and
chase The Brute (better known as George Steele, if his baldness, back hair, and
lack of skills are any indication) out of the ring. Mark my words: Bobo's
egocentric booking will kill BTW dead.