My new hotness just dropped, posted by our good friends at Place To Be. That’s two articles in less than a week, so you can probably expect to hear from me again sometime in January at my normal pace.
TNA’s Bound For Glory may draw just fine this year. It’s a 2000 seat building and they might just fill it. I’m not saying you should consider this match as much of an indicator as to how that show will turn out, but it is worth taking a look. The crowd was announced as 650, which it may be… in a world where Dino Bravo holds the bench press record.
Eddie Edwards & Tigre Uno (replacing Davey Richards) vs. Kaz Hayashi & Shuji Kondo
tackle a subject that is likely to paint a fairly broad canvas.
What was, in your opinion, professional wrestling’s darkest day?
yesterday’s replies, lifted directly from the comments section.
losers, that try as they might, just can’t seem to win a match. We definitely
had a wide array of what you considered to be a “jobber”. Let’s dive in.
is “enhancement talent.”
esteemed Guerrero family member, but it’s not going to happen.
for two years now. Maybe it’ll be easier to leave now that Curt Hawkins left.
Colt Cabana does well for himself on the Indy scene and Ryder is a thousand
fold better than him.
YouTube show; people were chanting for him in matches he wasn’t involved in;
his us title win got him a great pop. He lost the title to swagger 2 weeks
later who then lost the title to santino a few weeks after that. He then feuded
with kane/eve which made him look just plain bad. He then got the losing pin at
wrestlemania because he was made to be an idiot. I’m not saying he would main
event wrestlemania but he could have been in the kofi/santino role and always
be in the mid card hunt for a title.
Under Aussie: Ryder, massive fan
base, kids were wearing the headbands and he was getting big reactions on the
woo woo woo. Nice signature maneuvers, decently sized, comfortable on the mic.
Never going to be world champ material, but he definitely does not deserve this
underuse as a jobber.
I really think they should have put Cena vs Ryder on the PPV after WM.
The fact the Ryder love is still pouring in some two years after his weekly
castration from worst enemy Kane and even worse best friend John Cena speaks
volumes about the fan support he had. Dolph Ziggler is an interesting choice as
a “jobber” seeing as how he held the World Title as recently as a year ago, but
it’s almost hard to disagree at this stage of his career. Sadly it looks like
he’s carrying CM Punk’s leftover chips squarely on his shoulders, without the
clout to get away with it.
I had an SD Jones LJN figure back in the
day. The yellow shirt not the red shirt if you’re wondering.
during the biggest pay-per-view in history to that point. I’m not old enough to
have seen much of his career, but I have seen my share of Coliseum Video, and
he was a solid soldier.
in the NWA and Southern territories, but he never went past JTTS in the WWF.
He’d get all the token jobber offense in tag matches against heel
teams–dropkick and a couple of armdrags–and then he’d tag in his jobber
partner, who’d promptly get destroyed and pinned by the heels.
skills to throw down with anyone – here’s a quick display of that in
a squash match where he picks apart his opponent in a manner that you might expect
from a Dean Malenko.
Jam up guy!
looked scary and as a young #1 Draw I was always shocked when he lost.
inevitably there will be at least one match featuring a wrestler I’ve never
seen before. She asks me who everyone is, and the no-name always winds up with
the distinction of being called “Iron Mike Sharpe” which seems to satisfy her.
Previous Mike Sharpe’s include Sheamus in 2009, and Roman Reigns in 2012.
great (as in GREAT) worker when allowed to show it, and could function as
either a cocky heel or a gutsy underdog babyface.
Could ended way too soon and he could have just as easily transitioned into the
cocky jobber that kept living on past laurels.
grade friends, where he was referred to as “Barry Horriblewitz”. And I’m pretty
sure your dream scenario came true in the WCW Saturday Night studios; the
canned heat in attendance couldn’t stand the guy.
I would totally have liked to see Lanny
Poffo in a tag team or even get an IC title push. The poem gimmick, and a
different moveset for the time was pretty cool.
beat Hulk Hogan in his prime. Granted, it was by countout, and yes Mr. Perfect
might have played a teeny role, but it happened.
Prime Times and wrestling matches at MSG: Sunny Beach. The name alone would
have given him an IC Title win in another era, at the very least, some
garage sale for $1 – a used copy of UWF’s Beach Brawl. It advertised an
appearance from Cactus Jack, so I fast forwarded, until I found the match, in
all its glory. Sunny Beach wrestled as one half of Wet and Wild against a skinny
Mick Foley, and Bob Orton. That match, along with the rest of the tape, was
absolutely atrocious, and attempts to sell the tape on eBay in later years
proved impossible, even with a $0.01 price tag, and my using the words “CACTUS
JACK MICK FOLEY MANKIND” about 40 times throughout the listing. It’s fairly
clear my mistake was not latching on to the legend of Sunny Beach.
favorite wrestler as a kid. He would get tremendous reactions on TV and at
house shows. McGraw would get in there with a Sgt Slaughter or Magnificent
Muraco and they would sell for him so strong, you always had a feeling that
McGraw would pull off an upset. But the heels always went over and came out of
a match with McGraw looking stronger.
unfortunate obituary in Bret Hart’s book, so I did myself a favor of watching a
couple of his matches. While his drug problem could obviously be overlooked as
he was starring in the 80’s, his height probably did him in against ever
getting a sustained push. Good wrestler, great suggestion.
Hulk Hogan? I almost feel like his name was Terry Hogan or something (I know
that’s not it)…
– and I think “kinda looked like” is about as kind to Randy Hogan one can be. I
mean, take away the pythons, the spray tan, the height… Actually, who am I
kidding? When I recapped WCW’s G-shows, I would have killed for a Randy Hogan.
him be “Guy That Can Wrestle” Brad Armstrong, he had a Malenko like
ceiling. Instead, he now holds the record for bad gimmicks, with at least 4
that come to mind (Arachnaman, Candyman, Buzzkill, Badstreet).
from the bad gimmicks list, but Brutus Beefcake is demanding his respect at the
top of the bad gimmick list along with a hit from your finest speedball.
in 2011, it almost seemed like he reinvented himself and could have gotten a US
title run or a tag team title run. Sadly, after losing to Rock and Cena at
SurSeries 11, he slowly, but surely, faded from the main focus.
Little Johnny. This is planned for later in the year once the custody feud for
Little Johnny between Bray Wyatt and Heidenreich is settled.
there is only 1 answer: MULKEYMANIA
sharp in that Survivor Series match….
fish upstream in any era outside WCW’s Cruiserweight heyday. Just ask any of
the 14 incarnations of Sin Cara.
disappeared as a jobber as soon as he was called a jobber by Marc Mero.
the nose to spite the face a company can do. There truly was no point to having
Mero out him as “Tom Brandi” other than to deflate his heat balloon and make
everyone involved look like blithering idiots. This is right up there with
Steve Austin chanting “BORING” at Lance Storm.
considered a jobber…but he was CRIMINALLY underused.
jobber who just wanted to smack his bitch up, Norman gets over as a crybaby who
screamed his way through hardcore matches to win on a fluke and becomes their
hottest midcarder. The WCW brass then gets the brilliant idea to have him “show
guts” by not screaming anymore, instead losing every match he’s in. Then he
dressed like KISS for some reason and hired Ralphus and that was the end of my
interest in Norman Smiley.
Man, Blacktop Bully
any effort to play your games.
you’re obviously on to something here. You know you’re being criminally
underused when The Ding Dongs are set to debut and the producer looks to you as
When I was a kid, Jesse Ventura had me completely convinced that he was just a
win or two away from breaking out into the big time. He put over Powers
stronger than he did most mid-carders.
breaking out at any point – but after spending so long toiling as “the other
guy” in mid-card tag-teams, he likely got lost in the shuffle. He definitely
had the look, and a strong enough move set to warrant an opportunity.
was a criminally underused jobber and gimmick.
choice right on the donkey.
with the Gambler. In fact, the losing was part of his charm. He was a true
Gambler, through and through. Despite constantly getting owned, time and time
again, he thought he was smarter than everyone else, and would eventually win
his way to the top – like so many gamblers before him. But the pit never loses,
and Gambler never learned his lesson. He’d come back the following week,
feeling as cocky as ever. Maybe he’d beat some opponents playing super Nintendo
wrestling, and was convinced he was ready again to tangle with the big boys.
But it was never meant to be.
take a shot at the “big game”, and move up to Nitro; despite clearly not having
the bankroll of wins to have earned it. It would have had a real shot to get
over. Disco Inferno made a career out of being the arrogant loser, and there’s
no reason to believe the Gambler couldn’t have done the same.
Figured this could get some discussion going on here. Some of our staff members assembled their Mount Rushmore of pro wrestling…share your four choices in the thread for some debate.
We also ranked our favorite TV season finales, if we want some variance in the discussion…
Is he really too sweet to be sour daddy, if you will? Read on…
Dusty Rhodes has an undeniable legacy in the annals of professional wrestling. He is a man who took a thimbleful of athletic skill and look, mixed it with a metric shit ton of charisma, and created one of the most legendary characters wrestling has ever seen. Virgil Riley Runnels Jr. created the monster that became, arguably, one of the biggest babyface draws in the history of North American wrestling, “The American Dream” Dusty Rhodes. That fact alone should have made this book a slam dunk, a no brainer, for any wrestling fan…any fans collection would be incomplete without the complete story of one of wrestling’s most legendary figures, a man who truly transcended the sport. It should also serve as Dusty’s coda of sorts, as Dusty is not only a man among boys when it comes to his on screen exploits, but behind the scenes as well, and not necessarily in a good way. WWE announcers like to say John Cena is “the most polarizing figure in the history of WWE” simply because they book him like shit, like some unbeatable Superman in an era where people are not looking for it. Well, where Cena is booked to fail, Big Dust booked HIMSELF to the moon, to the detriment of several, and for that he remains probably the single most polarizing figure in the history of modern wrestling. So one would think he would take a step back, show some humility, and explain exactly where he was coming from during his years atop the wrestling landscape.
You could not be more wrong in your assessment or assumption.
Dusty Rhodes autobiography, for this assessors worth, has to be one of the worst written, most egotistical pieces of trash I have ever read. I read the book about a year ago, when I was still very much in a rhesus monkey recovering state, and hated it. I recently read, and reviewed, his son’s book, and thought to myself, “Well, maybe I gave one of the biggest draws in the history of the business the short end.” So I bought it…repeat, BOUGHT it, with my hard earned cash at the bookstore down the street from my now former employer. I bought it three weeks ago, along with David Shoemaker’s new book and Gary Michael Capetta’s book. I rifled through Shoemaker’s book, which is basically Scott’s “Buzz on Wrestling” on crack, and through Capetta’s book, in 3 days each. Both great books, both reviews to be forthcoming. But Dusty’s book stuck in my craw. A lot of people are wont to deride Bret Hart’s book as thoroughly egotistical…listen, I get that. He overstates his place in the landscape of wrestling. But he always knocks himself down a few pegs at the right opportunity, and it is well written without the aid of a ghostwriter. Dusty’s tome is…just…wow. Firstly, it is not particularly well written. Which is amazing seeing that Dusty ranks as one of the top stick men of all time. Sure, not the most educated, but Dusty, on screen, always made his point, always crystallized what each angle he was involved in boiled down to. Here, in his book…you read a passage and you need to read it back five or six times to make sure you read it correctly. But that is hardly the only gripe you get here. No sir. Dusty also has a very high opinion of himself. While that is common in most wrestling books, most of the authors realize their mortality or limitations or…just…something. Dusty, not him. In his mind, he was the biggest babyface ever (he may not be far off in that assessment). He is always harping on separate eras of wrestling, which he calls “Yellow Finger” and “Pre Yellow Finger.” Basically, Yellow Finger refers to Hogan’s WWF run in the 80’s and the foam fingers WWF marketed for him as merchandising. Dusty maintains he was Yellow Finger before Yellow Finger…which is true…and the whole first half of the book is Dusty explaining how huge he was, who he may or may not have partied with, and why he is God’s gift to the industry. Now, normally, I come to expect that in most wrestling books, as most wrestlers have a very high opinion of themselves, and their contributions to the history of the game. But this is an instance where it reaches critical mass, as Dusty unapologetically rambles on and on and ON about his legacy and how it is criminally underrated. And to an extent it is, but to any fan worth their salt, it isn’t. Its false bravado just for the sake of false bravado, whereas Dusty needs no reason for false bravado. He is a legend, realized as such, and the fact that he feels compelled to share his dick size throughout the book is actually quite sad.
The good portions of the book usually revolve around Dusty’s exploits with Dick Murdoch as the Outlaws, and his marriage to his second wife, Michelle. Those portions are quite good. The wrestling portions are downright delusional though. Testimonial after testimonial from former wrestlers/managers/acquaintances only serve to blow Dusty’s Hindenberg size ego to ridiculous levels, and make for a tough reading experience. Dusty basically glosses over the glory years of Crockett in order to make sure the reader knows that Crockett folding and selling to Turner was not his fault at all, no sir, it was the corporate higher ups. Dusty passes more bucks than Donald Trump to the folks at Neilsen. Its actually quite pathetic. The polka dot years in WWF? Four pages. His last WWF angle with his son and Ted DiBiase (an awesome angle, by the way)? Four pages. His altercations with Bianca Jagger and the denizens who inhabited Studio 54 in the 70’s and 80’s? Dozens of pages. While he does recover towards the end of the book in describing Cody’s progress, the previous 200 pages render that point moot.
So is this book pure shit? Yes. Does Dusty come off as worse than he did before writing it? HELL YES. But it is worth reading, as most fans are not going to believe the level of egotism and condescension experienced here. I give the book my full negative review, call it the Kennel in a Cell review, but at the same time, track it down and judge for yourself. It is a very interesting character study in self delusion.
Clearly this was post-2000, but thankfully he doesn’t rap.
who was the biggest bust among high draft choices in the NFL and NBA.
Who do you and the rest of the BofDers think was the biggest bust in
wrestling? I'll throw a few names out there just to get us all
Tiger Ali Singh: The guy who inspired me to write this email, and my
pick for the Ryan Leaf (I know you don't know who Ryan Leaf is, Scott,
but you and the rest of the non-American BODers, can look him up on
Wikipedia) of wrestling. Tons of hype, airtime, and money invested,
and he amounted to absolutely NOTHING, thanks to a total lack of
Teddy Hart: Talented, could make money just off being related to a
bunch of good workers, is now pretty much blackballed from wresting in
the US because he's a giant douche.
Mark Henry: Would have easily been #1 here if not for him getting
pretty decent over the last couple years. Even so, has not even come
close to making up the money that was invested in him, though he's
still got time.
Scott Hall: Not in the same league as the guys above, but still would
be considered a bust. Should have been a multiple-time world champ,
instead drug issues make him famous for either being second fiddle to
Kevin Nash or as a euphemism for being totally bombed. Seriously, even
most non-wrestling fans know what "He's drunker than Scott Hall"
Bam Bam Bigelow:Should have been great but somehow wasn't. I still
have no idea why… Yeah, he sucked on the mic, but that's why we have
I'm sure you and the rest of the blog can come up with much better examples.
The SmarK DVD Rant for Mid-South Wrestling’s Greatest Matches I didn’t even KNOW that Micah Watts sold DVDs of the UWF footage, but it’s right there at universalwrestling.com, and you knew I was gonna be all over that once I found it. It’s all divided into 2-episode discs for $20 a pop, but there’s also this sampler disc available for the same price, and I figured I’d give it a look. The disc presentation isn’t particularly impressive (the case lists such luminaries as “Rick Flair” and “Kerry Von Erik”) but I’ve seen worse, to be honest. Video quality is tremendous, pretty crisp and looking like it was recorded yesterday off 24/7. Hacksaw Jim Duggan v. The Black Ninja (Kendo Nagasaki) From May 1983. Duggan attacks right away, but Ted Dibiase immediately runs in and clobbers him with the LOADED GLOVE OF DEATH. OK then. Afa, Sika & Ernie Ladd v. Junkyard Dog, Andre the Giant & Dusty Rhodes From 1982. That’s some impressive star power in there. Dusty wallops on Sika and runs him into JYD’s head, and then Andre rams the Samoan heads together and he’s so powerful that even they have to sell it. Afa tries a headlock on Andre, but runs into his ass and bumps off it. Finally Big Cat comes in and Andre takes him down with a headlock before a double team from the Samoans turns the tide. They try to hold him in the corner, but Andre casually walks to his own corner with the heels dragging behind him in a funny spot, and it’s back to Dusty. He switches off with JYD as they double-team Ladd, and then Andre levels Afa with a big boot for two. The Samoans double-team Andre with a slam while Ladd distracts the ref, but that only gets two. It’s BREAKING LOOSE IN TULSA and Andre goes AIRBORNE with a flying splash on Ladd for the pin at 6:35. Yeah, if Andre the Giant is flying off the top at you, you’re jobbing, just accept it. **1/2 MIDGET MADNESS: Little Tokyo & Ivan the Terrible v. Lone Eagle & Cowboy Lang It’s a midget match. You know my feelings already. Ted Dibiase & Steve Williams v. Hacksaw Jim Duggan & Private Terry Daniels January 1985 now. Daniels was one of Sgt. Slaughter’s cadets, and a pretty good worker I seem to recall. Don’t think he ever became anyone notable, as he just kind of disappeared after Slaughter dropped out of the limelight in the 80s. The babyfaces clean house after some cheating from Dibiase, and Duggan hits them both with clotheslines to send them scurrying again. Back in, Duggan pounds away on Dibiase in the corner, and Daniels comes in and then gets killed by Doc. Daniels gets the heat, but Duggan hits Dibiase with a shot from the apron because he just hates him so much. Doc keeps beating on Daniels and it’s BONZO GONZO, and Duggan running wild in a tag match is pretty awesome. Dibiase loads up the glove and knocks out the Private, however, giving Williams the win at 5:17. Fun match. ** One Man Gang v. Junkyard Dog From September 82. Gang has long greasy hair and beard here, very early in his career. Dog quickly dominates and drops a fist for two. Clothesline and the powerslam look to finish, but Akbar runs in for the DQ at 1:00. That powerslam was pretty impressive. Steve Williams & Rob Ricksteiner v. Hacksaw Jim Duggan & Butch Reed From November 85. This is the only teaming of the two Hacksaws that I’ve ever seen. Rob Ricksteiner is of course the real name of the guy you’d expect it to be. He was just a puppy-faced gremlin at this point, almost literally just out of university. Reed overpowers him to start, and Duggan comes in with a clothesline before Doc tags in. They slug it out and a cheapshot from Ricksteiner puts the heat on Duggan, but Doc misses a splash and it’s hot tag Reed. A double shoulderblock finishes Ricksteiner at 2:50. *1/2 Buddy Landell v. Kerry Von Erich From May 1985. Kerry’s name is actually spelled wrong on the original graphic here, so that’s probably where the error on the DVD case came from. Kerry chases Buddy out of the ring and hits him with a nice dropkick, then starts working on the arm. Buddy gets a cheapshot, but Kerry beats on him in the corner and hits the discus punch for two. Blind charge misses and Landell takes over with the corkscrew elbow for two, but Kerry dropkicks him again. Man, why did he stop doing that…oh yeah. The IRON CLAW finishes at 4:00. Fun little match! ** Mid South TV Title: Terry Taylor v. Jake Roberts The title is represented by a gold medal in this case. They trade armdrags and Jake gets a cheap elbow in the corner, but makes the classic heel error of pointing to his head to indicate intelligence, and Taylor dumps him out of the ring. Back in, Taylor goes to work on the arm as this is already the most decompressed match on the entire DVD thus far. Jake tries to slam out of the armbar, but Taylor holds on by cranking on it to keep Jake from doing the move. Jake finally escapes with a jawbreaker, using Taylor’s own hammerlock for leverage against him. That’s pretty great. Jake with a gutbuster and knees to the ribs to take over. Taylor makes the comeback with a kneedrop for two, but he runs into the short clothesline. Taylor escapes the DDT and hits the flying forearm to retain at 6:47, and then Jake DESTROYS him with a DDT on a chair to get some revenge. Like he absolutely planted Taylor on that thing. *** Mid South tag titles: The Midnight Express v. The Rock N Roll Express Those are some busted tag belts. The length of Eaton’s mullet would place this around 1984, since there’s no date here. Eaton gets double-teamed in the corner, but beats on Robert to escape. The RNR go to work on Eaton’s leg, however, and Eaton reverses a toehold on Gibson into a small package for two. Over to Condrey, and he quickly gets trapped in the babyface corner as well. The Midnights regroup and Ricky grabs a headlock on Eaton and gets a powerslam off a long criss-cross, but Condrey gets a cheapshot to take over. And it’s time for the portion of the match we all know and love, as the Midnights double-team Morton until Gibson gets all pissed off and comes in for the brawl. Ricky rolls up Eaton in the chaos, but a conspicuously ugly woman runs in and breaks up the pin at 5:48, drawing a DQ before revealing herself to be Jim Cornette. Usual affair from them. **1/2 NWA World title: Ric Flair v. Ted Dibiase Dick Murdoch is offended that Dibiase is getting an undeserved title shot, so he launches a sneak attack on him and just BLOODIES him after a shot to the post. Oh shit, is this THAT match? AWESOME. So if I’m remembering right, there’s some backstory to this match, because Butch Reed was supposed to be challenging and Dick Murdoch injured him to take him out of contention. So then Murdoch thought he’d get the shot, but top heel Ted Dibiase got it instead. It’s been 30 years since this went down so I’m probably off on the details there. Flair is more than happy to take the forfeit win, and we take a break. Back with Bill Watts in the dressing room, who reports that Dibiase is getting his gruesomely scarred face wrapped up in bandages, and he’s still gonna challenge for the belt. So if there’s children watching, parents might want to change the channel. So back to the ring we go, and Flair just kicks the shit out of Dibiase right away, throwing chops in the corner until Dibiase comes back with a backdrop. Fistdrop and Flair backs off, so Dibiase stomps a mudhole, but Flair clips him and goes to work. The bandage gets dislodged and Dibiase is a MESS. Backdrop suplex gets two and Jim Ross is having a heart attack. Now this is the match where you want to have JR on commentary. Flair pounds him in the corner and now Dr. Death comes out because even he is concerned for Dibiase’s well-being. Dibiase comes back and we get the Flair Flip, and a suplex back into the ring gets two. Dibiase wraps him up with an abdominal stretch into a rollup for two, but he’s so weak he can’t even hold the pinfall. Flair tries a piledriver and Dibiase backdrops out and throws down in the corner. Flair Flop, but the ref wants to check the cut. But Watts said they wouldn’t stop it for blood loss! Flair clotheslines him and goes up, but Dibiase slams him off. Powerslam gets two and again Dibiase can’t cover to completion. Dibiase tries a figure-four, but Flair is in the ropes, and he kicks Dibiase right over the top to break. And Dibiase is out due to blood loss, so he gets counted out at 7:20. And then Dick Murdoch returns and kicks Dibiase’s ass AGAIN, including a brainbuster on the concrete! This was quite the finish to the DVD. ***1/2 The Pulse Kind of an oddly sequenced DVD, with a lot of Jim Duggan and tons of short TV matches, but I like how it built up to the three title matches to end it. This is definitely a fun, if brief, introduction to what Mid-South was about, and hopefully it’ll get more exposure on DVD releases now that WWE owns the library and can take full advantage of it. Check it out at www.universalwrestling.com while it’s still around.
I dunno if anyone is familiar with the Mindset List, but it’s a list of cultural touchstone moments that Beloit College puts out every year to describe their incoming freshmen: ie. to this year’s kids Kurt Cobain has always been dead, there have always been blue M&Ms, they have never seen an airplane “ticket”, etc. You can read the list right here, some of it is really esoteric, biased, and pointless and some of it will just make you feel old. So I had the thought that this would be a fun one to put together for the blog, related to wrestling. I’ll jump start you off with a few choice ones. For this year’s entering class of college freshmen:
1: Andre the Giant has always been dead.
2. Hulk Hogan was in WCW when they were born.
3. Ted DiBiase (Sr.) has never wrestled a match in their lifetime.
4. Vince McMahon’s wrestling company has been called WWE longer than it was called WWF in their lifetimes, and…
5. Hulk Hogan has never gone on last at a Wrestlemania in their lifetimes.
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