WWF Superstars: January 12, 1997

After last night’s
disaster of a show, it’s nice to know we can return to a world where we be
doin’ it for the kids. The results might be awful, but the characters are never
dull, and if you behave, we might even get the occasional appearance from The Goon.
JIM ROSS
welcomes THE HONKY TONK MAN as his
color partner this week since Cornette was murdered last week (and nobody,
including Vader, really seems to care).

GOLDUST (with Marlena) vs. THE EXECUTIONER
I am a big fan of the
evolution of Goldust; from deranged movie star, to out of control homosexual
deviant, to “that funny gold guy” as the youth of today know him. Kids, just
tread carefully – the man has sticky fingers and he’s NOT afraid to use them.
The Executioner is former Freebird Terry Gordy, trying to remake himself after medication
induced coma caused brain damage some years earlier. Goldust drops an elbow
across Gordy’s throat, as PAUL BEARER joins
us at ringside, prompting a “REST IN PEACE” chant because he’s far more
interesting than anything going on in the ring. Executioner hits a running
elbow drop, but Goldust kicks out at 2. A fist drop yields the same return. If
all this slow moving actions is too much for you to take; here’s a commercial
break!
We’re back, as I’m
rapidly being reminded about just how unbearable Goldust’s ringwork was during
his initial run. In fact, had he not rejuvenated himself following the 2002
Royal Rumble, it’s entirely possible we aren’t seeing him in any capacity again
today. Spike piledriver gets the win for Goldy at 5:07. JR: “Goldust is a big Packer fan!” Bearer smacks Executioner
with the urn, which makes Goldust rub himself to orgasmic bliss. Jesus. DUD
HECTOR GARZA vs. TL HOPPER
AAA guru, TheCubsFan, weighs in on the 1997 WWF
talent raids:
To be fair to Vince McMahon’s lateness, Vince
McMahon was also a pretty terrible judge of talent in this case. AAA is pretty
drained at this point, but Cibernetico and Pierroth are bad wrestlers who got
themselves over via promos and bookings and (in Ciber’s case) in look. Hector
Garza was available (and used later in the Rumble), Heavy Metal was around, and
there were other options. WWE just went with the big guys, as always. There was
a time where Pierroth was actually pretty good, and Lafon and Furnas did have a
run in Mexico as the masked Can Am Express I & II so maybe someone was able
to talk themselves into this, but it was not a great idea.
But it’s cool, they stole
Mascarita Sagrada from WCW, so the arms race to midget madness has clearly been
won. It’s not all grey skies, you know. Garza, as Cubs noted, is probably the
best of the Mexicans the AAA agreement sent over, but I’m *fairly* sure this is
his lone singles match. He’s also probably more well known to you as “the guy
who tore his scrotum once”. Let that sink in for a minute. Honky’s fairly taken
by TL Hopper, figuring they might be able to do a little business IF he’s
willing to have something done with his awful hair. He’s basically the
love-child of Kevin Sullivan and Doc Hendrix. Garza hits a double springboard
moonsault from the second rope, OVER the top and to the floor. Hopper sells it
appropriately by getting back in the ring and kicking Garza’s ass because he’s
big and Garza is not. After a bunch of kicks, Hopper looks completely gassed,
sucking the wind right out of this place. Garza recognizes it’s time to end
this, hitting a missile dropkick and finishing with a standing moonsault at 4:02. Fat awful wrestlers with talented
luchadores – ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IN THE WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION! *
In the back, BOB BACKLUND, alongside THE SULTAN and THE IRON SHEIK promises to show Bret Hart what a real champion is
made of. I feel like a lot of bad jokes have started with them walking into a
bar.
KEVIN KELLY introduces AHMED JOHNSON,
and if injuries hadn’t derailed him, this guy was IT. Ahmed is one of the few
times I can remember the WWF booking a black athlete as a real human being. It
doesn’t matter that nobody could understand a word he said (much as I have no
idea what he says here), he brought an intensity and fire to his matches that
you can’t teach. Ahmed eventually leads the crowd in a “HE’S GOIN’ DOWN” chant
in reference to Faarooq, which comes across as a lot more organic than “FEED ME
MORE”.
ROCKY MAIVIA vs. DR. X
This is of course the
wrestler Dr. X, and not the referee Doctor X who works for the nWo. Rocky takes
care of the good doctor with a number of hiptosses, with the smile never
leaving his face because he’s such a gosh darn good guy. X hits a monkey flip
out of the corner, but Rocky holds the arm and works a hammerlock. A sunset
flip gets 2. Rock is sent face first into the buckle, but he comes right back
with a vertical suplex. X hooks an inside cradle for 2, and that’s probably all
he’s getting for the rest of the match. A floatover DDT “scrambles his eggs!”
according to JR. Shoulderbreaker finishes at 4:49. If you told me this geek would be headlining Wrestlemania
within 2 years, I’d have figured they’d be on the cusp of bankruptcy. *1/2
THE SULTAN (with Bob Backlund and The Iron Sheik)
vs. BRET HART
Backlund reads the riot
act to a fan wearing an Undertaker shirt in the front row. JR relives memories
of Bret losing the WWF title to Backlund in “San Antonio at the Royal Rumble
about 4 years ago”, making me flash back to the time John Cena won the Royal
Rumble at SummerSlam 9 years ago. Sultan boots Bret in the face off a blind
charge, which delights the Sheik to the point his mustaches starts to curl.
Bret kicks Sultan in the face, but that just wakes him up to deliver a belly to
belly for 2. A belly to back destroys Hart, and we need to take a commercial
break. Will Bret survive?
Yes! But barely. Sultan
loads the boot, and slams Bret’s face into it. An avalanche misses, which
staggers the Sultan, and Bret clotheslines him to give himself a few seconds to
recover. Side Russian legsweep sets up the axehandle, and Bret gets 2. The
Sharpshooter starts getting applied, but Sheik gets involved and Bret chases
him off. Sultan approaches, but Bret spies him and kicks him in the midsection.
Sheik trips Bret up, and the referee’s seen enough to call the DQ at 7:05. The Sultan comes at Bret 3 times
after the match, but Bret keeps knocking him down. Eventually, he realizes it’s
not his day, and the heels retreat to come up with a new strategy for another
day. **
Of course, while Bret
watches them, STEVE AUSTIN charges
in from the crowd and just pounds the ever loving crap out of him! A Stunner
makes sure Bret stays down, and Austin finishes by Pillmanizing Bret!! Bret
rolls around, with his knee absolutely shot, while Austin gives us that classic
cold self-satisfied grin.

Well that was a hell of
an ending; caught me completely off guard for a Sunday morning throw-away.
Great stuff from both parties, and definitely a palate cleanser from last
night’s Shotgun.