Vintage Best And Worst: In Your House – International Incident

05.15.14 3 years ago 24 Comments
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Hi everyone!

It’s me again with another installment of Vintage Best and Worst.

This time we’re doing an In Your House, which I forgot is only a couple of hours long, so we’re getting a shorter thing this week. Bummer. Also, most of them aren’t that great so that’s a bummer too. Next week, though, things pick up substantially as we get WCW Fall Brawl 1996: THE EVENT THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING.

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Without further ado: With Leather. We’re here. *blows out lantern*

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Worst: Phone-In Intro

I spent a lot of time last week talking about how great the WWF/E videos are in comparison to WCW and how it’s a sign they were always meant to win the war. Well, that didn’t happen for In Your House. For this intro, we get the last two minutes of Free For All – which I wish they would include on the Network – then a quick graphic and boom: PPV time.

Way to make me look dumb, WWF.

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Worst: Do We Really Need Longer Matches?

One of the big complaints we’ve gotten about pay-per-view matches over the last decade or so is that guys don’t get enough time in the ring. Like, why have a three week build for a match that’ll only last eight minutes? Next time you have that question, just crank up this Body Donnas vs. Smoking Guns tag match. They go for about 15-minutes and twelve of those minutes are placeholders. They’re just wrestling for wrestling’s sake. There’s no story. No build. Just four guys having a No Mercy match with each other until someone has “PIN” next to his name. These two teams could have had a really nice, compact, eight minute match and got the point across. That point being: Sunny’s boobs.

Instead, four mediocre wrestlers try to tell a story that’s as long as an episode of Robot Chicken and zero percent of it is compelling. There’s a beauty in putting on a good, tight match that would have benefitted both of these teams (and those of us who watched it). So give me that. A RAW match. Or, you know, have better wrestlers wrestle matches more often.

Worst: Sunny Storylines

Sunny is still with the Smoking Guns. But she used to be with Chris Candido, who’s with the Body Donnas. In between that time, she was with the Godwins. Why? Because she’s a slut or something – at least that’s what WWF taught me as a kid.

The problem with Sunny’s stories is that they were literally all the same and they all happened within the course of a few months. Here it goes:

1) Sunny’s boobs
2) Sunny’s boobs make a guy fall in love with her
3) Sunny’s boobs become said guy’s tag team’s manager
4) Deep in love guy gets so in love with Sunny’s boobs that he becomes a distraction to his team.
5) Sunny’s boobs get tired of the guy’s team losing, so she leaves.

This happened literally for like a year and a half with different teams and they all had the exact same story. I get it. Boobs. But try switching something up. Also, Sunny was good looking but she definitely benefitted from the WWF not having a Divas division yet. Big fish. Small pond. And by “fish” I mean “boobs” because of course.

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Best: Unexpectedy Decent Hoss Fight

This match was supposed to be between Mankind and Jake The Snake but Jake no-showed, which makes me sad because of Jake’s history and the fact that match would have been pretty great psychologically. Anyway we get a Mankind vs. Henry Godwin match and that made me even more sad until Foley adapts to Godwin’s style and hosses it out for 15 minutes.

Unless I’m forgetting a feud here or there, Mick Foley never had a big feud in WWE with another guy with a similar body type to his like he did with Vader in WCW. So it’s easy to forget that he can pull out a decent power match even with Henry Godwin (who was slightly underrated the more I see his matches).

Still, this gets a worst in my brain because I would have preferred Jake. I’m sad enough to write a Sylvia Plath poem.

Best/Worst: Tell Me What The Superstar Line Was Like

Anyone reading this ever call a Superstar Hotline or the WCW Hotline? I always wanted to call as a kid but my parents didn’t let me because it was a pathetic money grab or something. When these throwback PPVs plug hotlines, it takes me back to a time when I was denied something I really wanted, Mom and Dad!

Sorry, I just finished a Sylvia Plath poem.

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