WCW SuperBrawl Revenge, Nashville, TN
A request! The dying days of WCW were a strange time. There really was a lot of quality on the shows, even if that quality came with its own messy lack of focus. And there was also still a lot of really shitty pro wrestling TV mixed in, too, but it was unquestionably better than the true worst days of the company’s latter years, though that didn’t take much.
Cagematch have it at a 3.09 (10 votes)! This means nothing to me, really, but it is a glimpse of the greater (10 votes) feeling.
(Requests open and tips always appreciated!)
We’ve got Tony Schiavone and Scott Hudson on the call, and joining them as a special guest will be Ric Flair, who is the CEO of New WCW. Kevin Nash isn’t even for sure here! He is a heel and favoring Scott Steiner. The two of them famously got along very well.
“It is a shame, it is a travesty what Ric Flair has become,” Schiavone says. Well!
Because of the Nash mystery situation, WCW world champ Steiner is out first with Midajah at his side. Schiavone and Flair are talking about the new ownership coming in. They were, at the time, under the impression that Fusient, working with Eric Bischoff, were buying the company. Fusient had announced their agreement to purchase WCW a little over a month before this show and started laying out their plans and all that. Obviously, didn’t happen. A month after this, the company was sold for next to nothing to the WWF.
There was a time when Michael Buffer went on television and Scott Steiner walked out and Buffer went, “He is known the world over … for his massive peaks.” Steiner ejects Buffer upon arrival to the ring, then runs down his achieved hit list of Sting, Booker T, and Goldberg. Then he takes credit for breaking Sid Vicious’ leg, and we get several slow motion replays of that.
Last Monday, Steiner “hit Kevin Nash with a pipe and he cried like a little bitch.” Steiner doesn’t think Nash is going to show, so he asks his great friend, CEO of the New WCW Ric Flair, to come into the ring. Flair pulls out an envelope from earlier in the night to finally reveal what’s inside.
And now he announces, officially, that the loser of this match “leaves WCW forever.” Forever became five weeks.
Now Steiner talks some more. Flair orders the ref to start counting. The bell hasn’t been rung, by the way. But just a few counts in, the Wolfpac music hits to virtual silence from the 4,400 in attendance.
Nash is being wheeled down to the ring by a couple of “nurses,” wearing those Party City ass costumes that, like, man, I get the nurse fantasy, but that’s how it does it for you? That cheap, cartoon costume?
ANYWAYS,
Steiner is amused by Nash trying to get the sympy of the people. Nash then takes the blanket off of his busted leg, and it turns out there is no busted leg at all! “It’s a gimmick leg!” Tony shouts.
So Nash walks in, picks up Steiner’s belt, clocks him with it. Covers, and it’s a three count for a new WCW champion. And Steiner’s out of WCW.
Flair cuts the music and starts screaming.
Flair makes it two out of three falls, no DQ. “I forgot to say that!” So Nash takes his Outsiders t-shirt off and picks Steiner up, then starts to send him into the guardrail, but before we can see that completed, we cut backstage to Diamond Dallas Page, who beat Kanyon and then Jeff Jarrett in back-to-back matches I remember both being pretty good, right before this main event. He’s power walking, disgusted, on his way to make a difference.
Instead, Lex Luger lightly conks him on the noggin with a garbage can lid, and he and Buff Bagwell — Totally Buff, and technically Luger was officially “The Total Package” at this point — stuff Page in an anvil case. Before we can see it locked, we’re back in the ring.
Steiner’s bleeding, apparently. Yeah, there it is. Clothesline in the corner from Nash. To the other side, another one. Short clothesline, Nash covers for two. Knees in the corner from Nash. Running rope-assisted Mike Enos from Nash! Clothesline sends Steiner over the top to the floor.
Midajah takes a bold strategy to attacking Nash, dropping the various weapons she has before, like, grabbing at his hair?
It pays off, as she manages to get the pipe to where Steiner can grab it, and he cracks Nash in the skull when Kevin turns back around. Tony is cartoon distressed here. Flair sounds like he’d rather be at the Syracuse Margaritaville for all the beach feeling you could want.
Steiner asks Flair to make it falls count anywhere, so he does. Steiner pins Nash on the floor, Chuck Robinson has to go count. Now it’s 1-1! Wait, no, Flair says the first fall didn’t count.
Tony: “You got a cage? Why don’t you just lower that thing?”
Brass knux attack. Nash struggles back into the ring. He’s bleeding now, too. “I wonder if that may be from that lead pipe shot,” Hudson says. Yeah, maybe!
Belly-to-belly from Steiner gets a two count. Hudson says they’re tied at one fall again, and this time Flair doesn’t dispute it, so apparently it doesn’t “not count” it just “doesn’t count” in his mind or whatever.
“This may be the best pay-per-view I’ve ever seen!” Flair says. My God.
Steiner now showboating instead of finishing the match. Steiner with a big ol T-BONE on Kev for a two count. Steiner gets the knux, but Nash blocks and is throwing right hands back. God bless these guys, they really are doing all they can here. They’re not working lifelessly. Big sidewalk slam from Nash!
Flair drops his headset and approaches the ring. Midajah grabs the knux, which Nash was trying to get. Flair passes a chair to Steiner, who cracks Nash in the back of the head. “Oh, God! He’s dead! He’s dead!” Tony screams.
Steiner Recliner, but a clear choke. But it’s no DQ! Nash is fighting, though. Nash manages to get up, sorta, and push Steiner through the ropes to the floor. Seemed they were going for an electric chair lift there. Flair having a ‘gasm into the mic, sounds like a panting dog to the point Tony has to point out how bad it is.
Steiner returns with right hands, all blocked and responded to by Nash, then Kevin hits a big chokeslam for two. Midajah late arriving to stop the count, so Steiner has to lift a shoulder, and then she weirdly tries to attack Robinson. She’s having an All-Pro night in general.
Snake Eyes on Steiner! More Flair panting. Jesus mute his mic. Big foot! Nash drops the strap. Then the other strap. Jackknife power bomb! And NOW Midajah manages to get there (this was probably the time she was meant to interrupt the count, actually). Sidewalk slam on Midajah!
Nash covers again, Flair pulls the ref out this time. Flair decks Robinson, Nash goes after Flair, and Steiner hits Nash in the nards. Flair tosses a chair in for Steiner. Nash grabs the chair, but Steiner steps on it, nails Nash, and then hits him with the chair.
But there’s no referee now, remember. Oh wait here’s Mark Johnson. Steiner Recliner! “He’s gonna kill him!” Jesus, Tony, relax! Arm drops once, twice, and thrice.
Kevin Nash’s career is over.
“Oh, this sucks,” Tony says.
Now here’s the thing: Kevin Nash would, in fact, never wrestle for WCW again.
I’m gonna give this a bit of a stinker rating, but between the horseshit, I thought both these guys put in solid effort and all that. I think Nash remains, even picking up some sincere admirers over the years, a fairly underrated big man worker; he was smart, he knew what he was good at, and in this one he bumps around a fair bit, taking a couple nice suplays. He could have dogged it WAY more than he did, but he didn’t. And Steiner is in fair form, as doomed company or not, this run in the final months of WCW was Scott’s first serious chance to be “the guy” ever. He was really trying, and there was some great stuff mixed in there, as he’d also adjusted his style capably with the injuries and added bulk meant to make up for what he simply couldn’t do athletically anymore.
It’s pretty bad, but it’s not horrendous. Other than Flair’s panting into the mic and Tony being convinced Nash is going to die repeatedly. Also, even if I break balls about it, I don’t blame Midajah for not really knowing what she was doing. Do you think anyone really bothered to teach her anything? She was doing her best, looked cool, and took a sidewalk slam. Works for me.
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