Not much here got down on its knees and sucked it raw, but this nonetheless was
a forgettable installment of WCW's midcard showcase. The stuff that should've
been great was okay, and you can always count on charismatic hunks like Chad
Fortune and Scott Putski to make Workrate Reporting a chore.

WHAT WORKED

Eddy and Kidman had a decent little match that wasn't all that it could've been
because Eddy was stalling rudo Eddy and Kidman was all 1995 Nitro Cruiser. This
was okay and all, but the LWO run in stuff has ceased to compel me and the
non-title stip obviated the ending all to hell.

Arn brings Benoit out to face Nakkimaki. This was nice, as the Prince looked
crisp here, working pretty stiff and heelish in a Norman Smiley kind of way.
This was decent and back-n-forth and all that, but the Crippler seemed to be
dogging it all the way to the Crossface-outta-nowhere finish set up by nothing
whatsoever. The Prince really carried this match. Benoit struck me as bored.

Booker T and Bret Hart mildly disappointed in the way all WCWSN main events
seem to of late. Initial pacing was slow, like they were building to a thirty
minute match or something. Then Hart took control and we get his leg-breaking
schtick, which lasted until Stevie Ray came out to save his brother. Perhaps
Booker will team with Stevie again and save him from his recent fixation with
one star matches.

Glacier and Bobby Blaze had a solid little match that was stiff in parts.

Saturn and Silver King had one of those good matches that lets you know that
Perry will always be putting over dogshit like Miller because he's often
capable of professionalism inside the ring. Saturn, who sometimes dogs it, was
pretty on tonight. His offense was crisp and his selling was convincing and
realistic. And I never have a problem with Silver King, so I was cool with
this.

Kanyon's favorite jobber must be Scott Armstrong, as they seem to wrestle every
couple of weeks or so in single or tag competition. Even though Kanyon seems to
have lost his faith in transitions, this worked well enough.

WHAT DIDN'T WORK

Barry Darsow, Lodi, and the golfing schtick.

Alex Wright, who will be great in a few years given proper competition, can't
do anything with the pedestrian Chad Fortune. Fortune's the kind of stiff that
Ric Flair, Shawn Michaels, or Bret Hart could bump for and elevate seemingly at
will. But Alex isn't there yet.

Scott Putski drags Ciclope down to the sixth circle of hell with some old AWF
shit he calls 'rasslin. No timing or flow, a fucked up Putskian bulldog, the
Polish hammer, and the fact that Kidman uses Putski's alleged finisher when
buying movie tickets sealed the envelope on this Dandee Egg Salad sandwich of a
match. I guess I should be grateful that Evan Kourageous seems to have vanished
at least.

Vincent thinks he's Luke Perry now, because he squashed Magnum Tokyo in eight
seconds. But Schneider undoubtedly dug the psychology.

Fat Tony Gancarski
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