What Worked

Barry Horowitz and Norman Smiley have a slick mat based match in which nothing
at all looked sloppy or halfass. The stuff that wrestlers like this do is
timeless, rooted in the idea that wrestling works best in an aesthetic sense
when everything in a match is logical and is there for a reason.

Hey, it's Blitzkrieg against ol' Jobbing K, Kaz Hayashi! One thing that makes
Kaz so great is the authority behind each of his moves. Snapmares and
Asai-esque kicks to the back come off as serious rather than perfunctory. Kaz
went seriously Rudo on Blitzkrieg, slapping him when he lied prone on the mat
and wearing an expression that one might characterize as surly throughout the
match. Kaz hits the mother of all stiff brainbusters mid-match. Blitzkrieg
broke out the standing moonsault and all, which is fine, and then (when Kaz was
outside the ring) somersaulted over the top turnbuckle, hitting Kaz while
fucking up his ankle and leading to a double-countout. Nice little match.

Scotty Riggz and Horace had a decent little match, though I didn't really care
per se. Riggz gets a visionary fall off the Five Arm, but falls prey to B-Team
interference.

Hey! It's Thuggish Ruggish Rey and Juvi in one of them solo matches. I though I
heard Scott Hudson tell Rey to go to hell before the match, but I could be
mistaken. Longish mat sequence opens up the match, building into some of the
more high-impact stuff. Rey being down with Nash pays dividends in terms of
actually having time to tell a story, though you know who's going over here.
Juvi's offensive sequence in the middle of the match was assured and crisp, as
one would expect.

What Didn't Work

Hey, Scott Norton's like an unstoppable monster. He beat the heck outta Bobby
Blaze. Whee. Of course, he's over, because people who don't sell are double
tough, brother. At least he doesn't Nash-up his powerbombs, though. I'll give
him that much.

The canned heat was turned up just a tad too loud.

Even though it had a certain potential, Saturn and El Dandy's three minute
match seemed to revolve around kicks, punches, and Irish Whips more than
anything else. Disappointing. Saturn wins with the "Desert Valley Driver".

Hey! That hunky Desperado Joe Gomez returns, I guess to avenge Renegade's death
somehow. He has a pot belly now, and is wrestling Bobby Eaton, himself no
stranger to the distended abdomen region. Joe Gomez is such a pile of crap he
wouldn't get pushed in Texas in 1985 (Whoo!) if his last name were Adkisson.
Gomez spends forever holding an armbar as he and Eaton discuss NCAA Tournament
Brackets. Boring chant ensues. Fatboy Joe wins with a Flying Burrito. I guess
Gomez is down with DDP just like fellow shit-sucker Watts.

Hennig and Windham going over Disorderly Conduct was the best ten-second squash
I've seen all year. After the match, Benoit and Malenko make their way to the
ring. For some reason, Malenko is wearing denim shorts. Horsemen don't wear
shorts, I don't think. Impromptu brawl ensues, where the faces take off their
belts and whip the heels. Windham leaves the ring, and the Horsemen have a
two-on-one advantage on Hennig. So Malenko of course stands around looking
confused, waiting for the segment to end.

Hugh Morrus and Kendall Windham was interminable in FFWD.

I'm sure Meng/Barbarian was fine, but my tape ran out. Or something. Sorry!

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