In the spirit of Fiona Apple convincing herself that she's somehow cutting edge
because she had a Buzz Clip for her video Lesbian Dorm Room Fantasy -- ooops, I
mean Criminal -- I am likewise deluded in some ways. Like when I convince
myself that I have a chance seducing any young women who aren't disabled in
some way. Or like when I make the case for things on this Nashified WCWSN
actually working. Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand,
pointing at your head.

What Worked

-- Hudson and Tenay giving a half minute of background on recently snuffed
'rassler and referee Brady Boone. Appropriate depth given the footnote nature
of his career. They segue nicely then into tying up a lot of the loose ends of
the Flair/Bischoff angle, and continuity just turns me on. Look at these, my
childbearing hips.

-- Norman Smiley cuts a decent interview, included herein not so much for its
quality as for the fact that it's a Norman Smiley interview. I am the
resurrection!

-- Booker T and Jericho meet expectations but don't exceed them in a somewhat
pedestrian rendition of a talented big man Vs smaller technical heel match (as
epitomized in the modern era by Flair VS Sting from 10 years ago, or by
Lochness Monster VS Sabu a coupla years back at a house show, you didn't see it
though, nyah nyah boo boo). I liked the psychology here, and the subBret
dickish heel thing Cowboy Chris was pulling, which ultimately overcame the
Stevie Ray flavored ending. Why is the bedroom so cold?

-- Although my VCR cut off the screwjob d'jour, I thought that what I saw of
Malenko/Benoit VS Virgil/Crush was pretty good. The faces were crisp and
competent here, and the heels had their working boots on for the most part. My
tape cut off right before Chris hottagged Malenko, so as I said I can't comment
on the ending. Fragile! Like a baby in your arms! Be gentle with me -- I'd
never willingly do YOU harm!!!

What Didn't Work

-- Glacier took forever squashing Mike Sullivan. Jane says, I'm done with
Sergio.

-- Barry Darsow leaves 'Jobbing K' Kaz Hayashi lying on the canvas with a
busted golf club around his neck. They say Hayashi means Jobbed Out of This
Hemisphere in Japanese. And I need all the love I can get!

-- Adam Bomb putting a Li'l love in Reverend Al Green's heart the other nite
was so fucking groovy that they did an encore. How long can a bad thing last?

-- Perhaps half the show is too much focus on Flair/Bischoff. To bury Slick
Whoo Space Mountain Ric Styling and Flair Profiling Custom Made for five years
and then expect him to turn the cesspool of WCW into Cristal is too fucking
much if you ax me. I think Flair's great. There's a real pathos to his
interviews and to his persona. He's made me cry on countless occasions. He made
me think Ronnie Garvin was a real wrestler. But Ric Flair shouldn't be expected
to save this mess. Not after Hogan/Warrior. Not after Sting was relegated, as
the Brits say, for no real reason. WCW has taken all of its legitimate drawing
cards, eviscerated them, and made DDP shirts out of the entrails. And now they
want to bring a brittle Ric Flair back, who must be in worse condition than
before his layoff, and ask him to make people care? After he spent the last two
years propping up NWO Midcard -- 'rasslin's equivalent of the Baltimore Orioles
-- and getting jack with a bonus of shit for it? When Flair did everything
possible to get Curt Hennig's sagging ass over, and the most interesting and
athletic thing Perfect has done since going to work for Turner Sports was
shitting in a bucket under the ring? Hey now, hey now now... this corrosion,
baby.

--Kanyon squashes Horowitz. Winter is the season for squash. Way to build
momentum for Starrcade, pustras.