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| Starrcade '99 - MCI Center - 12.19.99 |
By late 1999 the wheels were fully off the WCW wagon, and the company decided to steal away the WWF's two head writers, Vince Russo and Ed Ferrara, in the hopes that their supposed magic could save WCW. The problem was of course that without Vince McMahon and others as filters for Russo's wacky Crash TV style, there was no magic. Instead Russo and Ferrara made a bad product even worse, and it was reflected in this parody of a flagship PPV. Abbreviated matches, gratuitous run-ins, nonsensical finishes, it was all plainly on display at Starrcade '99, one of the worst PPVs I've ever had to endure.
It should be noted this was the third consecutive Starrcade held at the MCI Center, and their attendance dropped from 17,500 in 1997 to 16,000 in 1998 to 8600 in 1999 (to 6600 in 2000). Yeesh.
The Mamalukes faced Disco Inferno & Lash Leroux in a watchable tag match to open the show. Vito and Johnny the Bull had pretty crisp offense, but their mob gimmick was pretty goofy. This was inoffensive, which is more than I can say for basically the rest of the show.
The next ten matches were assorted piles of puke, starting with Madusa vs. Evan Karagias for the Cruiserweight Title. This was in the era when intergender matches were fairly common, and watching them now is pretty uncomfortable. Madusa won in 3:30 after Evan's valet Spice turned on him.
Next was the Hardcore Title match between Norman Smiley and Meng. Late '99 WCW involved numerous attempts by Vince Russo to out-WWF the WWF, and the newly formed Hardcore division was one of those. Sadly WCW's HC division consisted almost entirely of comedy matches. This was mildly amusing but ultimately pointless. Smiley retained after Fit Finlay and Brian Knobbs knocked Meng out with a lead pipe.
Shane Douglas's Revolution stable was next, against Jim Duggan and three mystery partners, who turned out to be the reformed Varsity Club. Yes, in 1999 WCW trotted out a midcard stable from a decade earlier. This match was wretched (as was Shane's over-the-top commentary) and ended with the Varsity Club turning on Duggan, allowing the injured Douglas to get the pin. However the VC continued beating up members of Revolution all the same. Ok then....
More bad comedy followed as Vampiro took on Steve Williams, with Oklahoma (you remember, Ed Ferrara doing a tasteless one-joke Jim Ross impression) locked in a cage. If Vampiro won, he'd get five minutes with Okie. Williams got himself disqualified after five minutes of brawling, leading to a three-minute Vampiro-Oklahoma match that was apparently No DQ? They oddly gave Okie a lot of offense in this match (Oh wait, Ferrara was one of the bookers, of course), until The Misfits (yes, the punk band) got involved. This was crap.
And so was our next match, Curt Hennig and Creative Control (Don & Ron Harris) vs. Booker T and Midnight. This was supposed to be a six-man tag but Booker and Stevie Ray were about to start feuding, so Stevie mostly sat this one out. The match was shite regardless. Also it was sad how far out of their way WCW went to take cheapshots at the WWF during this period. The Harris brothers were renamed Patrick and Gerald, and the former Virgil went from being called Vincent to Shane. Methinks Russo should've spent more time trying to make WCW watchable and less time making fun of his former company, who at this point was kicking WCW's ass on a weekly basis.
Jeff Jarrett wrestled the first of two matches against Dustin Rhodes in a Bunkhouse Stampede (read: Hardcore Match) that saw Curt Hennig interfere repeatedly. Since Jarrett was billed as "The Chosen One," ordained by the as-yet-unseen authority figure as WCW's next big star, the announcers mentioned "The Powers That Be" (Vince Russo's unofficial name) about 700 times during this bout. Jeezus H. Christ. Oh, also the announcers kept talking about Dustin going by his real name instead of using the Seven "gimmick." Hey dickheads, we know wrestling's fake, but you're not supposed to actually present it as a work. If the announcers and the wrestlers all acknowledge on-air that it's fake, why are they all fighting each other? This amounted to eleven laborious minutes of forgettable, generic brawling.
Still it was a masterpiece compared to the DDP vs. David Flair Crowbar on a Pole Match (Russo apparently loved anything hanging from a pole, because this era was full of dumb crap like this). Flair whacked Page with the crowbar before the bell to at least give himself a chance, but DDP wrapped this one up in just under four minutes.
It should be noted this was the third consecutive Starrcade held at the MCI Center, and their attendance dropped from 17,500 in 1997 to 16,000 in 1998 to 8600 in 1999 (to 6600 in 2000). Yeesh.
The Mamalukes faced Disco Inferno & Lash Leroux in a watchable tag match to open the show. Vito and Johnny the Bull had pretty crisp offense, but their mob gimmick was pretty goofy. This was inoffensive, which is more than I can say for basically the rest of the show.
The next ten matches were assorted piles of puke, starting with Madusa vs. Evan Karagias for the Cruiserweight Title. This was in the era when intergender matches were fairly common, and watching them now is pretty uncomfortable. Madusa won in 3:30 after Evan's valet Spice turned on him.
Next was the Hardcore Title match between Norman Smiley and Meng. Late '99 WCW involved numerous attempts by Vince Russo to out-WWF the WWF, and the newly formed Hardcore division was one of those. Sadly WCW's HC division consisted almost entirely of comedy matches. This was mildly amusing but ultimately pointless. Smiley retained after Fit Finlay and Brian Knobbs knocked Meng out with a lead pipe.
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| One good match out of thirteen. What are the odds? |
Shane Douglas's Revolution stable was next, against Jim Duggan and three mystery partners, who turned out to be the reformed Varsity Club. Yes, in 1999 WCW trotted out a midcard stable from a decade earlier. This match was wretched (as was Shane's over-the-top commentary) and ended with the Varsity Club turning on Duggan, allowing the injured Douglas to get the pin. However the VC continued beating up members of Revolution all the same. Ok then....
More bad comedy followed as Vampiro took on Steve Williams, with Oklahoma (you remember, Ed Ferrara doing a tasteless one-joke Jim Ross impression) locked in a cage. If Vampiro won, he'd get five minutes with Okie. Williams got himself disqualified after five minutes of brawling, leading to a three-minute Vampiro-Oklahoma match that was apparently No DQ? They oddly gave Okie a lot of offense in this match (Oh wait, Ferrara was one of the bookers, of course), until The Misfits (yes, the punk band) got involved. This was crap.
And so was our next match, Curt Hennig and Creative Control (Don & Ron Harris) vs. Booker T and Midnight. This was supposed to be a six-man tag but Booker and Stevie Ray were about to start feuding, so Stevie mostly sat this one out. The match was shite regardless. Also it was sad how far out of their way WCW went to take cheapshots at the WWF during this period. The Harris brothers were renamed Patrick and Gerald, and the former Virgil went from being called Vincent to Shane. Methinks Russo should've spent more time trying to make WCW watchable and less time making fun of his former company, who at this point was kicking WCW's ass on a weekly basis.
Jeff Jarrett wrestled the first of two matches against Dustin Rhodes in a Bunkhouse Stampede (read: Hardcore Match) that saw Curt Hennig interfere repeatedly. Since Jarrett was billed as "The Chosen One," ordained by the as-yet-unseen authority figure as WCW's next big star, the announcers mentioned "The Powers That Be" (Vince Russo's unofficial name) about 700 times during this bout. Jeezus H. Christ. Oh, also the announcers kept talking about Dustin going by his real name instead of using the Seven "gimmick." Hey dickheads, we know wrestling's fake, but you're not supposed to actually present it as a work. If the announcers and the wrestlers all acknowledge on-air that it's fake, why are they all fighting each other? This amounted to eleven laborious minutes of forgettable, generic brawling.
Still it was a masterpiece compared to the DDP vs. David Flair Crowbar on a Pole Match (Russo apparently loved anything hanging from a pole, because this era was full of dumb crap like this). Flair whacked Page with the crowbar before the bell to at least give himself a chance, but DDP wrapped this one up in just under four minutes.








































