Welcome to Walton, Kentucky where Kevin Kelly is standing outside the house of Brian Pillman for an interview that will be conducted later in the night to give an update on the condition of ankle after receiving surgery on it last week after Steve Austin had destroyed it.
Stone Cold Steve Austin had threatened to come to Pillman’s house and finish the job, but up to this point Austin had not showed…
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Sometimes you just want to see a Japanese dude with a sensible haircut wreck shit on guys dressed up in burlap sacks and dodgy masks. This is a tag team match but it’s clipped in a way that makes it seem like Samurai Max did nothing to help Ryuma Go at all.
“What is this man? Where is he from? What’s he all about?”
Wrestling is replete with Executioners. They have long been masked fodder for true wrestling heroes to run through in squash matches. On October 20, 1996 at In Your House: Buried Alive, yet another Executioner made his debut during the first-ever “non-sanctioned” match in the history of the WWF.
The “non-sanctioned” buried alive match ended when The Undertaker dropped Mankind into a grave and covered his back with a light dusting of dirt. This apparently constituted being buried alive because the referee awarded the match to the Undertaker.
Suddenly a masked man emerged and whacked the Undertaker with a shovel. That man was known as Executioner, but beneath that shitty Halloween costume was one time denizen of Baddstreet, USA, Terry Bam Bam Gordy. He had been brought in by Paul Bearer to help Mankind deal with the Undertaker and spent the next few months doing just that.
Gordy, as Executioner, faced the Taker two months later at In Your House: It’s Time in an “Armageddon Match,” that the Undertaker won. A short time later Paul Bear fired him on a random episode of Superstars and Executioner was never seen again.
“You been sitting out here for six months, running your mouth. This is where the big boys play, huh? Look at the adjective: play. We ain’t here to play. Now he said last week that he was going to bring somebody out here. I’m here. You still don’t have your three people. You know why? Because nobody wants to face us. This show is about as interesting as Marge Schott reading excerpts from Mein Kampf. Yeah, (you don’t want) no trouble because you know I’ll kick your teeth down your throat. Where’s your three guys? What you couldn’t get a paleontologist to get a couple of these fossils cleared? You ain’t got enough guys off a dialysis machine to get a team? Yeah, where’s Hogan? Where’s Hogan, out doing another episode of Blunder in Paradise? Where’s Macho Man, out doing another Slim Jim commercial? You want to say something? … Bring what you got. The measuring stick just changed around here, buddy – you’re looking at it.” – Kevin Nash
“That Bret Hart sure is dreamy…”
Bones and Hogan take on Dunn and Flanagan in a Time Limit Match which seems to me to be what the WWE refers to as an Ironman Match. Whoever scores the most pinfalls and submissions in the allotted time is the winner.
Bones and Hogan once more play second fiddle to Sean Venom and Mike Samples hyping a Snake Box Match (apparently Snake Box Match II). I should really seek that out next.
Watching all these matches I find myself becoming a fan of Crusher Bones. He has the most ridiculous move he does that I can only really described as a skeleton jig. I think it’s supposed to be scary or tough looking taunt but it just makes me laugh.