WWF SummerSlam 1995
by Scrooge McSuck
- When it comes to popping in PPV's from my childhood, it seems like this is that one show I just can't stomach thinking about devoting nearly 3-hours of my time to. I am more willingly ready to sit through the abomination known as the 1995 King of the Ring, or marathon run it through the first dozen In Your House PPV's. Hell, the other day I re-watched WrestleMania IX and still maintain it's not even close to being the worst of all-time. This, though... it just gets on my nerves for whatever reasons. I guess we'll find out as we go from match to match.
- Originally broadcasted live on Pay-Per-View, on August 27th, 1995, from the Civic Center in Pittsburgh, PA. So in a three month span, the WWF ran two PPV's in Pennsylvania? That seems a little odd. Vince McMahon and Jerry "the King" Lawler are calling the action, unless otherwise noted. Funny sidenote: WWF Magazine ran a preview of the show, which included a one on one match between Double J and the Roadie... that of course never happened thanks to Jarrett's sudden departure. Also, for an important PPV, the Tag Champions, Yokozuna and Owen Hart aren't featured, Sid is absent from the card, as well as Davey Boy Smith and Lex Luger. All that star power nowhere to be seen, and people wonder why the company was swirling in a bowl?
Lockup, with the Kid grabbing a side headlock. They exchange hammerlocks until Hakushi yanks the hair, to a decent pop. Kid nips up and takes him over with an arm drag. Hakushi with the headlock and shoulder tackle, and the Kid follows that with a hip toss. Hakushi mule kicks him off, and a double nip up pops the crowd, back before every Indy geek did it in every match. The Kid with the headlock and shoulder tackle, but he misses a spinning heel kick. Hakushi works the throat and sends him to the corner. Kid counters a powerbomb with an arm drag, but runs into a tilt-o-whirl slam. Whip to the corner, and Hakushi follows in with a handspring elbow, followed by a Bronco Buster... so that's where the Kid ripped it off from. Slam and second rope splash for two. Whip to the ropes, Hakushi throws Kid high in the air, and sends him to the floor with a spinning crescent kick. Highspot of the Match: Hakushi with a handspring moonsault to the floor, which reads a hell of a lot less cool than it looked. Back in, Hakushi comes off the top with a shoulder tackle for two. To the top again, but this time he kisses canvas. Kid sends him to the floor with a dropkick, and follows with a springboard senton... Hakushi wins in the highspot contest, but barely. Kid slingshots in with a leg drop for two. Slam and splash for two. Kid goes for a spinning heel kick, but Hakushi catches and slams him for three at 9:29. started off really slow, but picked up nicely with some quality highspots.
- Dok Hendrix is backstage, on the verge of having a seizure, trying to convince us that King Mabel is going to be the next WWF Champion. Here's some forshadowing: when a 10 year old mark is clearly not buying Mabel as a threat to anyone above the level of a Bob Holly, then smart fans sure as hell weren't.
'Taker pounds away to start. Whip to the corner, and he catches Kama in a double choke lift. He throws Kama over the top, onto the casket. Back inside, Undertaker with a charging splash in the corner, followed by the old school move from the top rope. Kama gets thrown into the casket, but quickly pops out. Kama to the top with a clothesline, followed by a powerslam. He puts 'Taker in the casket, but a sloppy headscissors trades places. Dibiase with a distraction to allow Kama to recover, and it's all punchy-kicky for a while. Undertaker avoids a charge, but a clothesline knocks him onto the casket. In the highspot of the match (so far), Bearer rips off his jacket and goes after Dibiase, but has to settle for shoving Jack Doan on his butt. Undertaker takes control on the floor until being rammed into the post. Kama with a suplex onto the casket, followed by a baseball slide. Piledriver attempt is countered with a back drop. Kama catches 'Taker off the ropes with a powerslam, and goes for a cover, despite constantly going for the casket all match until this point. Chinlock, and this kills the match even more. 'Taker escapes with a back suplex and puts the boots to him. Whip to the ropes, and the diving clothesline connects. Both men end up in the casket, but we can't have a tie. Damn it. Back in the ring, Kama with a swinging neckbreaker. Undertaker retaliates with a chokeslam, Tombstone Piledriver, and he rolls Kama into the casket for the victory at 16:27, sending Kama back to wherever the hell the WWF sent failed experiments and pushes. Way, way, WAY too long, but not the worst Casket Match, not by a mile.
Yankem catches Bret off the ropes with a press slam, dropping him across the top rope. They work in the chest-first bump in the corner, and Yankem unleashes with... choking. He slaps on the wicked awesome hangman choke, but Bret counters with a small package for two. Yankem with a clothesline, sending Bret to the floor. Back inside, he hangs Bret across the top rope, and comes off the top with a leg drop to the back of the head for two. Bret does his best to play "hide from the hoss" until a clothesline to the back of the head stops the clock. The action spills to the floor, and out of nowhere comes Bret with a suicide dive, followed by a flurry of rights. Back inside, the bulldog out of the corner gets two. Russian leg sweep for two. Back breaker and second elbow drop, and here comes the thumbs up/thumbs down about a decade before Batista got himself over doing it. Sharpshooter applied, but Lawler helps Yankem to the ropes. Yankem from behind, but Bret regains control, sweeps the legs, and ties him to the ring post to unleash more punishment. Lawler gets involved again, and it's a Disqualification victory for Hart at 16:07. Unfortunately, the good times aren't cherrished, as he's hung in the ropes for a while until a gaggle of officials break things up. Decent match, but way too long. Yankem's green-ness was obvious, and at times, Bret didn't seem too into it.
Slugfest to start. Criss cross sequence ends with Shawn going for Sweet Chin Music, but Ramon keeps away. Ramon gos for the Edge, but Shawn slips free. Hard whip to the corner, sending Shawn to the floor. Ramon goes for the ladder, but Shawn jumps him to keep the ladder out of play. For now. Shawn goes for a suplex, but Ramon counters, dropping Shawn's leg across the security rail. Ouch. Back inside, they do another sequence with their finishers and a double clothesline puts both down. Ramon sends Michaels to the corner, and takes him down with a fallaway slam. He gets the ladder, avoids the baseball slide, and lays him out with rights. Shawn prevents a climb and whacks Ramon in the leg with it. He climbs, moons the crowd as per his contract, and gets thrown off. Ramon sandwiches the leg between the ladder and stomps away. Ramon continues to punish the leg to crowd disaproval. Shawn collapses being sent to the ladder in the corner, so Ramon drops elbows on the knee. He goes for a Figure-Four, but Michaels kicks him off, into the ladder. Ramon recovers quickly, dropping Michaels' knee across the ladder. The work on the knee continues. Whip to the ropes, drop toe hold, and Ramon snaps back on the leg. Ramon casually dumps the ladder onto the leg, just to be a dick.
Ramon climbs, but Shawn makes it to the top and axehandles him off. Both men climb up the same side, with Shawn taking Ramon down with a back suplex. Shawn sets the ladder up in the corner, whipping Ramon into it and coming off the ropes with a diving forearm. Michaels with a slam, climbs the ladder, and comes off with a moonsault. He climbs the Ladder again, and this time a splash misses. We get the slow climb up both sides of the Ladder, and the slugfest that follows until they both get dropped across the top rope. Shawn tries to use the ladder as a battering ram, but Ramon avoids it, and both men are down and out on the floor. Ramon pulls out a second ladder, which seemed like a big deal at the time, before a match would have 9 ladders involved and no one would bat an eye. Shawn climbs and gets taken off with the Razor's Edge. Both ladders get set up, Shawn hits "sweet chin music", but a dive for the belt misses. Razor's Edge is countered with a back drop to the floor. Shawn climbs, grabs the belt, and falls down. Shawn throws an obvious fit, climbs up, and just casually pylls the belt off for the victory at 25:06. Great match, with some nice throwbacks to their previous encounter at WrestleMania X, but the long rest periods between high spots and the horribly blown finish kind of drags it beneath that one in quality.
Diesel starts things with forearms. Whip to the ropes, Mabel with a crappy clothesline, followed by a shoulder. Diesel retaliates with a pair of clotheslines, then stupidly goes for a slam. If you like clotheslines, you'll love this match, 'cause here comes some more. Diesel sends Mabel to the floor with a diving shoulder tackle, then flies over the top with a plancha, hoping to drag this turd over a DUD rating. Mabel sends Diesel to the post, but the Bull Charge is countered with a boot to the face. Slow-motion action continues in the ring. Mabel with a lazy sidewalk slam for two. He sits down on Diesel, and I mean that literally, offering zero protection. He grabs... something. I can't even tell. Chinlock, nerve hold, you pick. Mabel with the most obvious referee bump in history, making it look like me playing Royal Rumble for the SNES. Mo comes in for some double teaming. Here comes Lex Luger, only to get nailed by Diesel and clotheslined to the floor... ZUH?! He's forgiving though, and takes Mo out for him in his last moment as a WWF Superstar. Diesel ends this nonsense with a second rope clothesline at 9:16. Worst main event of 1995. Even worse than the series of matches Diesel had with Sid.
Final Thoughts: A thoroughly unenjoyable show, with the exception of the Ladder ReMatch. There's a few undercard matches peppered throughout that were decent, but nothing to get excited about, Bret Hart dogged his way into a perfectly acceptable performance carrying a green Glenn Jacobs, the Casket Match was overly long and mostly pointless without many high spots, and the Main Event was one of, if not the, worst of it's era. I would recommend simply tracking down Shawn vs. Razor II, but I would rather watch their first encounter at WrestleMania X any day of the week. Strongest recommendation to avoid.