WRESTLEMANIA XII
The Undertaker vs. Diesel
I
came back to watching the WWF in full force over the summer of 1996 as a lot of
my buddies had already gotten a second wind, including the aforementioned Dave
Hill, who had purchased this show and lent me the tape (pretty sure I gave this
one back). Given what I’ve already written, you probably wouldn’t be shocked (I
mean, if you’ve been actually reading thus far) that Shawn Michaels becoming
WWF champion was more than enough of a hook to keep me around.
This
is an interesting case, as at first glance it feels like it should be on the
same level as WrestleMania XI in terms of wow factor, but the combination of
some solid work by the guys in the first couple matches, a bit of smoke and
mirrors with the Hollywood Backlot Brawl and the return of the Ultimate Warrior
giving everything a bigger feel, and then a suitably epic main event buoy it
nicely.
That
said, even though the main event saw my guy HBK defeat Bret Hart to win his
first WWF title, it’s an hour-long Iron Man match that’s technically sound but
exhausting to watch with no falls over the course of 60 minutes and a formula
that hadn’t quite come together yet. However, 20 minutes or so prior, the
Undertaker and Diesel would put on a great clash of the power merchants that
turned out better than I’m guessing most expected. In early 1996, ‘Taker was
still in zombie mode and had yet to up his in-ring work to match his character,
while Diesel was coasting after losing the WWF title. But, for whatever reason,
these two brought out the best in one another, delivering one of my favorite
hard-hitting big man matches of all-time.
Incidentally,
Diesel’s pre-match locker room interview with Mr. Perfect is also a classic.
WRESTLEMANIA 13
Ahmed Johnson & The Legion of Doom
vs. The Nation of Domination in a Chicago Street Fight
By
1997, my high school buddies and I were bigger wrestling fans than we had ever
been as kids, going to live events for the first time (we’d up to the Paul
Tsongas Center in Lowell for shows including the infamous Thursday Raw Thursday
where Shawn Michaels lost his smile and Rocky Maivia won his first
Intercontinental title) and gathering regularly to watch Raw and pay-per-views
together. We actually made a whole weekend plan for WrestleMania where we were
going to have a battle royal in my basement on Saturday—we conned enough of our
non-wrestling fan friends into coming over and letting us throw them around—and
then watch the show at Dave’s house the next day. During that battle royal
though (which was us moving the coffee table to the middle of the room and
trying to throw each other over it), I eliminated Dave, he got mad and pushed
me backwards into a wall, where my elbow went through the plaster, and while I
wasn’t hurt, I freaked out and was mad enough at him that I boycotted the next
night, claiming I had homework. He apologized to me by giving me the tape at
school on Monday.
Though
it was fun having a gang to watch with and the WWF was starting to heat up into
the early stages of the Attitude Era, WrestleMania 13 (they drove me nuts not
using the Roman numeral) was a bit of a downer, with lame thrown together
undercard matches and a plodding main event between Undertaker and Sid. There
were no celebrities or elaborate set pieces, so the whole thing felt really
mundane.
However,
two matches saved the show, the first being the one most people associate with
it, that being the brutal, violent Bret Hart vs. Steve Austin I Quit encounter
where Stone Cold passes out in the Sharpshooter and the Hitman gets the win,
but becomes hated in the process while his vanquished opponent wins over the
crowd. For my money, though, I’ll still take the chaotic brawl pitting Ahmed
Johnson with the Legion of Doom against his hated rival Faarooq and his
flunkies Crush and Savio Vega. There is no scientific grappling to be seen
whatsoever, but I love all 10 minutes of stiff shots and guys just beating the
hell out of each other, plus I loved seeing the LOD back on a big stage as they
had left the WWF abruptly when I was 12. The fact that this followed Hart-Austin
and the crowd stayed pumped says it all, I think.
Oh,
and Hawk bringing an actual kitchen sink with him to the ring was a nice touch
that has since been replicated to less effect.
WRESTLEMANIA XIV
The New Age Outlaws vs. Cactus Jack
& Chainsaw Charlie in a Dumpster match for the WWF Tag Team titles
This
marked a very historic WrestleMania for me personally as it took place in
Boston and thus I was able to be there live and in person—though it didn’t look
like that was going to happen in the months leading up. My friends and I tried
to purchase tickets, but we were dumb high school sophomores who didn’t really
understand the urgency involved in such a process, and the show was sold out by
the time we made a move. Fortunately, at the very last minute, a friend of my
buddy Matt Corley’s father coughed up three tickets so Matt, Dave and I could
make our way over to the Fleetcenter and catch the action.
No
doubt I’m biased toward this edition of WrestleMania since I was there, but we
lucked into a classic show. In addition to the main event where Steve Austin
beat Shawn Michaels for the WWF title and kicked off the hottest era for
wrestling in over a decade, the entire evening was packed with great moments
and not a single weak match. Taka Michinoku and Aguila delivered a hidden gem,
Sable became the most popular woman to that point in WWF history, The Rock got
his ass kicked by Ken Shamrock but somehow kept his Intercontinental title, and
Kane finally lost to the Undertaker—but not before giving Pete Rose his first
tombstone piledriver. Even the bloated tag team battle royal at the beginning
was a hot start and it was awesome to hear the pop for the return of the Legion
of Doom live.
We
also got an extra treat as the Jackyl—who had been off TV for awhile—showed up
in the corridor leading to our row and watched a bunch of matches with some
jacked up blond dude. Jackyl was a pretty hilarious jerk, telling a little kid
who wanted an autograph to get lost, and hey, that blond dude turned out to be
Edge.
My
personal highlight was, interestingly enough, a match we didn’t even get to see
all of live, as they ended up brawling backstage and we had to watch a
significant portion on the video screen. I’m referring to the Tag Team title
contest, where the only way to win was to toss both your opponents into a
dumpster. Cactus Jack and Chainsaw Charlie—who ditched the pantyhose and
basically appeared as plain old Terry Funk—are maybe the two best brawlers in
wrestling history, and the New Age Outlaws hung in with them, taking a
hellacious beat down with various weapons and dishing out plenty of abuse
themselves. After 10 minutes of mayhem, getting to see the joy on Cactus’ face
as he got to share his mentor’s first WWF title with him shone brightly from
all the way in the back.
WRESTLEMANIA XV
Shane McMahon vs. X-Pac for the European
title
With
more of my friends watching wrestling than ever by 1999, my basement became the
destination for anywhere between five and 15 high school juniors to be every
Monday night (much to the delight of my two-years-younger sister’s friends and
her annoyance, as “they were just my brother’s idiot friends”). For
WrestleMania, we moved the table out of the room and the couches over to the
side so we could put down a mat and do moves to one another while we watched
the show (Matt Corley suffered many a Rock Bottom and became the victim of a
vicious Eric Master ankle lock that fateful night).
At
this point, the quality of the product was almost a non-factor, as getting
together with my buddies to cheer the guys we liked and boo the ones we hated
was what made wrestling fun. That was a good thing, because this was the height
of the Attitude Era and Vince Russo’s tenure as booker, where characters and
storylines were stronger than ever, but in-ring action as well as logistical
consistency often took a backseat.
It’s
a pretty muddy and messed up show that made little sense, typified nowhere
better than the New Age Outlaws pursuing singles titles for months, then Road
Dogg winning the Intercontinental title—the one Billy Gunn wanted—and Billy
Gunn winning the Hardcore title—the one Road Dogg wanted—and taking one
another’s places in convoluted matches involving three or four people. It was
pretty much darts being thrown with a Gatling gun, but we loved every minutes.
Aside
from the great brawl main event where Steve Austin finally got the WWF title
back from the nefarious Rock, the angle that really captured my crew’s
attention was D-Generation X’s two-match battle with the Corporation. Midway
through the show, Chyna helped Triple H out against Kane—though she cost him
the match by disqualification—and DX was seemingly reunited as heroes. 15
minutes later, both HHH and Chyna turned on X-Pac, helping Shane McMahon retain
his ill-achieved European title and turning out to be Corporation bad guys all
along. But besides the cool twist ending, the match was surprisingly—at the
time solid—with this being before anybody knew Shane McMahon could go as a
wrestler and also X-Pac’s first chance to step up at WrestleMania after half a
decade on and off in the WWF; both guys had something to prove and they
succeeded big time.
I
should also mention that a little over two years earlier at a house show we
went to where all the big stars were on a European tour, Bart Gunn gave us all
high fives, becoming one of our collective favorite wrestlers, so we were
devastated when Butterbean destroyed him in their Brawl for All match.
WRESTLEMANIA 2000
The Dudley Boyz vs. The Hardy Boyz vs.
Edge & Christian in a Ladder match for the WWF Tag Team titles
It
was my senior year of high school in 2000 and a bunch of my friends and I
packed into Mike Cherny’s living room—admittedly much ritzier than my
basement—to watch what we figured would be our final wrestling show together.
We had bought a toy ring and Titan Tron that keyed off certain figures to play
their entrance music, then each had our own figures we’d walk through it when
they came on the TV (I was Christian, my buddy Alex Verdaguer was Christian).
We also had purchased a foam WWF title belt which we christened the Newton
South Hardcore title that could be won at any time anywhere by pinning the
current titleholder for a three count with official referee Matt Corley
present; the title was contest on front lawns, at restaurants and in the halls
of our high school, which annoyed our head of campus safety/my high school
wrestling coach to no end.
The
girl I was dating and her best friend (who was dating one my friends I was
watching the show with) also ordered this WrestleMania just so they could call
and ask us questions about what was going on/bother us during matches we cared
about (it didn’t work out). I think Cherny and one or two other people may have
opted for the “WrestleMania All Day Long” package where the pay-per-view
broadcast began hours early and Ivory and whoever was her co-host showed
highlights of past shows until the real thing started.
There
was a lot to like about this show, particularly if you were watching in a group
of friends. Whereas the year prior WWF had a decent amount of talented guys on
the roster, by 2000 their roster was stacked with breakout stars and WCW
defectors. The Hardcore battle royal was crazy fun, though I think most of us
were bummed when Tazz didn’t win. The six-person with Chyna and Too Cool
against Eddie Guerrero, Dean Malenko and Perry Saturn was a great example of
how WWF could seemingly make anybody a star at that point (no knock on any of
the people in that match, they were all great, but to think a year earlier that
Brian Christopher and Scott Taylor would be the hot commodities they became was
ludicrous). The crazy 2/3 falls match for two titles with Kurt Angle, Chris
Jericho and Chris Benoit was all over the place in terms following the
stipulations, but of course the wrestling was great. Truth be told, the main
event four way frustrated my gang a little bit, as we were still very
conditioned to expect the biggest show of the year to end with arch villain
Triple H getting his, so the swerve with him winning knocked us off course, but
it was bold.
Unquestionably
my favorite match of the night was the Dudley Boyz, Hardy Boyz and Edge and
Christian going nuts in a three way Ladder match. I’m in the minority, but I
actually prefer this to their later TLCs at SummerSlam that year and the next
WrestleMania, simply because it was the first one, and even if they improved on
the formula later on, that novelty went a long way. Besides the wow factor of
spots like Bubba powerbomb anything that moved through a table and Jeff doing a
Swanton off a giant ladder, strangely enough the intricate choreography and
amount of planning that had to go into this impressed me a lot. It was six guys
willing to do anything to steal the show, and I really appreciated their
efforts. I was also a mark not only for Edge and Christian, but for guys who
hadn’t held the titles winning them the first time, so the ending left me more
than satisfied (and Alex and I got to play our music).
WRESTLEMANIA X-SEVEN
The Undertaker vs. Triple H
My
first year of college, I was fortunate to meet most of the people who continue
to be among my very best friends in the world, and even more lucky that even if
they didn’t share quite my level of passion, they had at least some interest in
the stuff I was into, principally pro wrestling and comic books. We were
unfortunate in that our college’s cable package carried the USA Network and
TNT, but the WWF jumped Raw to TNN (not part of the package) like two months
into our freshman year and then WCW ceased to exist a little while later, so
our wrestling viewing options were Smackdown or bust. Thus I got most of my
info online about what was going on with the product and with no off-campus
buddies at this point, missed out on this WrestleMania altogether.
And
what a WrestleMania to skip, as it’s the general consensus best of all-time,
ending the Attitude Era with a bang as the WWF transitioned into being the only
game in town; I got it on VHS as soon as it was available and that summer as a
camp counselor forced my campers to watch it on their movie night because I
hadn’t seen it yet (they thanked me for it by stealing my copy by the end of
the month).
There’s
not a dud on this entire show, and it also provides a great showcase of the
full breadth of what one of the strongest rosters ever could do across the board.
There’s a hot opener with Chris Jericho defending the IC title against William
Regal; a wild hardcore match with Kane, Raven and Big Show; a technical
masterpiece with Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit; and a pure nostalgic fun gimmick
battle royal with all the old-timers getting their entrances and then rolling
around the ring for three minutes while Bobby Heenan and Gene Okerlund call the
action (due respect to Mean Gene, I wager even he’d agree the only thing
missing was the late Gorilla Monsoon as Bobby’s broadcast partner). Eddie
Guerrero pulled a really solid performance out of Test for the European title,
Tazz teamed with the APA for a nice little brawl against Right to Censor, and
even probably the worst match of the night—Chyna beating Ivory for the Women’s
title—was over in under three minutes.
The
big matches delivered big time as well, and picking a favorite is not easy. Vince
McMahon and his son Shane—two guys who are not full-time wrestlers but among
the best performers is WWF history—had the kind of showcase you didn’t mind
being overbooked a dozen ways because it told a great story (I almost went with
this one). The Dudleys, Hardys and Edge and Christian try to top their Ladder
match by adding tables and chairs plus Spike Dudley, Lita and Rhyno. And of
course you’ve got the main event, an intense half hour tour de force from The
Rock and Steve Austin for the WWF title that sees everything including a
questionable ending that supersedes the action itself for a lot of people.
However,
I have to go with the second to last match of the night, where Triple H
attempts to end the Undertaker’s WrestleMania streak (before that really meant
anything). If anybody was on a hot streak in 2001, it was Triple H, who after
years of busting his ass to get to the top of the WWF was proving why he
belonged there by tossing out amazing work with whoever was across the ring
from him. Undertaker was one year into his American Bad Ass gimmick and looking
totally rejuvenated. Their contest here additionally serves along with the main
event as the perfect topper to the Attitude Era type of match, with an epic
brawl bookended by traditional wrestling, a style that came about due to
Austin’s neck injury and would gradually phase out as guys like Angle, Jericho,
Guerrero and Benoit came to prominence. It’s also the first truly great
WrestleMania performance by the Undertaker, as I dug his Diesel match at XII,
but it doesn’t hold a candle to this or what was to come.
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