We're getting a rare Fan-Cam as we march through the Spring of 1987. Johnstown was a fairly regular stop at this point, hosting the C-Tour, and some loyal fan(s) went through the trouble of recording no less than four of these shows inside of a 12-month period. I would say I'm surprised they would run a lower-tier location so much, but it's the Northeast with a lot of stops surrounding it, and probably cost nothing to rent, so why not? Hulk Hogan vs. Harley Race headlined the Baltimore Arena while St. Paul got Steamboat vs. Savage in a Steel Cage.
We join the match in progress, with Bigelow hanging out at ringside. Bam Bam takes control with a boot to the midsection and clubbing blows across the back. Whip to the ropes and an elbow sends Garea to the outside. There's a cut in the action, but nothing has changed, with Garea still struggling to get back in the ring. Another cut and Bigelow is choking Garea across the middle rope. Garea teases a comeback, hitting a pair of dropkicks, but Bigelow catches him coming off the ropes with a slam and finishes with a splash at 4:01 (show). I don't know if I can fairly critique the match itself, but Garea made Bigelow look much better than he would for other guys during his final days, so that's the one positive I can point out in only having half the match available.
Lockup to the corner and Powers immediately complains about the mask, which Rivera is playing the classic game of "hide the gimmick" with. Shadow controls with a side headlock, but a nifty criss-cross (or International) sequence goes in Powers' favor, sending Shadow to the floor. Back inside, Powers with a pair of arm drags, frustrating Shadow Conquistador again. Powers looks like he's going hard on the chicken and broccoli diet as the referee again fails at finding the gimmick hidden in Shadow's gear. I don't know how, but they managed to make a back body-drop spot look terrible. More schtick as the Shadow blocks a roll-up-, points to his head to let everyone know how smart he is, and immediately gets his comeuppance. Shadow takes over thanks to a sucker-punch and a variety of chokes. Powers surprises him with a sunset flip, but Shadow is all over him like fleas on a dog. I'm not asking for the world, but Mac Rivera has like two options in his heel playbook, and he exhausted them a long time ago. Powers brings up the knees on a splash attempt and connects with a dropkick for a near-fall. After a fired up comeback, the Shadow loads up the mask and blasts Powers with a headbutt for three at 14:05. Between Rivera's incredibly shallow book on working heel and Powers being Mr. I Got 2 Days of Training, I'm Good For Life, they had no business going nearly 15-minutes in a one-on-one environment. *
There's no real urgency in the opening minutes, so I'm already certain we're going long for the sake of it. Smash catches Brunzell with a bearhug, but a smack of the ears breaks the hold and the Bees take turns working the arm. Ax gets the tag, and he falls victim to the same strategy of targeting the arm. I guess you can call B. Brian and Jumpin' Jim "Worker Bees"… yeah, I'm not proud of that joke, either. Blair gets caught in the corner, allowing Demolition to get their first significant offense nearly 8-minutes into the contest. Ax pounding the tar out of people never gets old. Blair gets dumped and Ax doesn't make it easy for him to get back in the ring. Blair fights through a front face-lock, but Brunzell gets decked before the tag is made. OH NO… NOT A BEARHUG! Blair manages to lay out Smash with a diving forearm but the referee misses the tag thanks to a distraction from Ax. Blair survives another round and FINALLY gets to Brunzell, running wild on both members of Demolition. Blair and Ax fight on the floor while Brunzell handles Smash in the ring. The signature dropkick connects but Ax saves. Heck breaks loose, Ax clobbers Brunzell from behind and illegally covers for three at 13:51. Nothing fancy here, just a standard meat and potatoes tag team match. I honestly expected it to drag on a bit longer. **½
Slick with some schtick while the crowd starts up a "Tito" chant. Finally, a babyface fans are legitimately interested in! Well, except for one jackass yelling "boring" as they milk the clock a bit. Lockup into the ropes and Reed complains about the hair being pulled. Slick walks over to the ring announcer and demands the crowd keep it down and stop chanting for Tito (which gets an even louder chant). I applaud the antics, but we're 5:00 in and we've had ONE lockup. I thought the Bees and Demolition were easing into their work, but this beats it by far. Another lockup and some chippy behavior follows. Tito with a slam for the first offensive maneuver of the match (7:00 in) and Reed powders again, and keeps up the trend with Reed coming in to get a shot in, only for Santana to shrug him off and send him back to the floor. Cute spot where Tito gets annoyed by Reed hiding, so he steps off to the apron to prove a point.
Things finally take an interesting turn, as Reed plays "hides the gimmick." Haven't we seen that already, TWICE? Maybe Tony Garea should do a better job being an agent (and yes, I'm aware things were done much differently back then, I'm an old geezer too). The referee becomes a distraction and Reed pops Santana with whatever he has concealed in his trunks. The usual stompin' and choking from Reed, with a running bulldog mixed in for two. Santana counters a hangman's neck breaker with a back-slide, but Reed is all over him immediately and spikes him with a piledriver for a near-fall, with only a foot on the bottom rope saving the former Intercontinental Champion. A second piledriver is countered and Tito unloads with right hands. Whip to the ropes, Tito ducks a clothesline and comes bouncing back with the flying forearm, but the bell rings at 17:28 for a TIME LIMIT DRAW. Jeez, we need to protect BOTH of these guys right now? We couldn't let Butch Reed steal one? Started slowly, telegraphing they were going long, but they did work the crowd to fill that time and the match got better as it went along. I just wish we got a result other than the expired time limit. **¾
Just in case you're unfamiliar with the gimmick, it's your standard "attached to each other" scenario, with a strap around each man's wrist with the chain keeping them about 5-6 feet apart. Unlike some strap matches, this is pin-fall or submission only, not "touch the corners" stuff. Hercules blasts Haynes while the referee is doing the pre-match routine and unloads with chain-assisted punches. The video quality makes it hard to tell, but I wouldn't be surprised if Billy has bladed, especially with how much he does the "cover the face, fumbling around" act. Whip to the ropes and Hercules with the chain to hit a clothesline. He starts overdoing it with the showboating and gets the chain caught between his legs to humble him. Billy Jerk charges out of the corner with a clothesline and now it's his turn to dish out the punishment with the chain, busting open Hercules now (or so it appears). Haynes' comeback is cut off with a sweep of the legs and Hercules with the laziest stack-up cover with feet on the ropes for the three-count at 6:24. THAT WAS THE BEST THEY COULD DO?! Post-match, Haynes continues to serve some hard time to Hercules, locking him in a Full Nelson while shrugging off assists from Shadow Colley, Jim Powers and SD Jones to restore order. I liked that they didn't overstay their welcome with the gimmick and kept it simple, but that ending... I'm sorry, that was rough to look at. **½
Final Thoughts: Overall, a very hit-and-miss lineup. The good wasn't THAT good, but it was all the stuff near the top of the card, which is far more reasonable than a bunch of matches on top being miserable with a few prelim matches making up for it in quality. Other than Bam Bam's appearance on the card, there's not much else that is worth going out of your way to see. Tito/Reed, Haynes/Hercules, Bees/Demolition... even Roma & Powers/Shadows, have been done for TV audiences and available from legitimate broadcasts or home video releases of the time. This was a mostly inoffensive 90-minutes, but there's not enough for me to say it's a show worth hunting down.
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