WWF Summerslam 1993 Review!
Updated: Aug 12
How do you replace Hulk Hogan?
How do you replace an icon that has been the figurehead of your promotion for the better part of a decade?
Is it by stuffing a midcarder that no-one really cares about into a bus that looks like the country of America shat it out after eating every apple pie existence? Forcing said midcarder to endure two months traversing the country on said bus to visit every man, woman and child to shake their hands, forcing a sense of plastic patriotism onto the public?
If you think this is a terrible idea, congratulations, you are a rational thinker. If you agree with this, you are potentially one of the 4 people who pitched this to Vince McMahon in the first place, and you should hang your head in shame.
Yep, for two months, Lex Luger, the former Narcissist, was crammed onto the comically American Lex Express to drive far and wide to advertise just how patriotic and All-American he truly was. To cap this shallow Action Man look the company seemed to be going for, he was quite literally parachuted onto the USS Intrepid Battleship to take part in a Bodyslam contest on the WWF Champion - the 600 lbs Yokozuna. Luger succeeded, slammed Yoko and punched his ticket to the main event of Summerslam - Luger vs. Yokozuna - America vs. Japan (sort of...)
It is common knowledge that Vince wanted another musclebound figurehead for his company as he continued to yearn of the days of Hogan, and it is also no secret that Vince desperately wanted that person to be the charisma-void that is Lex Luger, at the expense of people like Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Mr. Perfect, Razor Ramon and even The Undertaker. This to the point that they even ripped off their own Hogan/Andre spot from WrestleMania 3 in the process.
So how did the Lex experiment (or LEXperiment) work out for the WWF? Did they capture Hulkamania in a bottle and once again bring a golden age of Wrestling upon the company, a windfall that breathed life into the company under the very real threat of the Steroid Trial?
Match #1 - Razor Ramon def. Ted DiBiase
This would be Ted’s last match in the WWF as the 40 year old looked to a lighter schedule and life away from the road. After belittling Razor for his lost to the debuting 1-2-3 Kid on RAW, DiBiase faced Kid himself, only for Razor to distract him, leading to another 1-2-3 Kid victory, and also to this opening bout between DiBiase and Razor.
DiBiase doesn’t wait for the bell, or for Razor to take off his jacket and attacks from behind. However, he can’t keep up the attack and is quickly subdued via a Razor Fallaway Slam and Back Body Drop, with DiBiase powdering to the outside.
Razor clearly has the power advantage, so DiBiase instead resorts to his typical underhanded tricks, begging Ramon off on his knees before dragging him by the front of his trunks into the top turnbuckle. He then chokes him with the rope for good measure.
Strikes, Chokes and Clotheslines only get DiBiase a series of 2 counts, so he resorts to a long kneeling Sleeper Hold, softening the neck for the Million Dollar Dream, but Razor powers out, only to be hit with a Neckbreaker and a Suplex. Ted calls for the Million Dollar Dream but Razor reverses with elbows to the gut.
Ted sends Razor into the corner, ramming his head into the top turnbuckle. As Razor collects himself, DiBiase takes the cover off of the top turnbuckle. He attempts to run Razor headfirst into the now exposed turnbuckle, but it gets reversed and he ends up eating it. This turn of fortune is enough of a chance for Razor to hit the Razor’s Edge for the victory.
A solid, inoffensive match that did what it set out to do. Both men are very capable workers but nothing at all stood out about this match, and certainly wouldn’t live long in the memory.
Match Rating: 4 stars
Todd Pettengill then does what he does best; irritate people while interviewing them. The unfortunate pair in his crosshairs at the moment are The Steiner Brothers’s mum and sister. Mamma Steiner shows clear disdain for Pettengill, while Crystal completely breaks kayfabe by calling Rick Steiner by his real name. Thankfully the awkwardness is cut short by a neckbraced Jim Cornette in the ring introducing The Heavenly Bodies.
Match #2 - The Steiner Brothers (c) def. The Heavenly Bodies
[WWF World Tag Team Championships Match]
Hometown heroes and WWF Tag Team Champions the Steiner Brothers are out just after to an enormous pop. As we know, in today’s product, wrestling in your hometown is not a good thing, but at this time, that rather irritating trope was yet to rear its ugly head.
The Heavenly Bodies jump the Steiners before the bell, dumping Scott out of the ring and working over Rick with a series of tandem tag team moves. After multiple attempts, Scott finally manages to get back in the ring, and we get some hard-hitting Steiner offence, including a big Belly to Belly and a Tilt-A-Whirl which McMahon labels a Suplex... at least it’s different from “WHADDA MANOOOVA!”
Scott is a house of fire here, with Rick delivering Steiner-Lines to everything that moves. Eventually, after both being hit with Atomic Drops, the Heavenly Bodies manage to stem the tide, as Del Ray slides through Scott’s legs, and Pritchard hits him with a Bulldog - seamless! Del Ray capitalises shortly after with a Moonsault on the outside - “WHADDA MANOOOVA!” - which the cameras annoyingly miss, before he hits a beautiful Tornado-style DDT.
More heat on Scott follows, with a Superkick - “DEVASTATIN’ MANOOOVA!” finishing it off, as both Del Ray and Pritchard continue to isolate Scott, who Bobby Hennan at this point calls the ‘Disgrace of Michigan!’ Even Cornette gets his licks in with a shot to Scott’s dome with the racket.
Scott reverses the same DDT from before with a Suplex but is unable to tag in Rick. Finally he manages to tag in his brother and the pair clean house briefly with Dropkicks and Steiner-Lines and Rick hitting a top-rope Bulldog. However, Cornette slides in the racket and Pritchard smacks Rick squarely in the back with it. Del Ray covers but the Dog-Faced Gremlin kicks out at 2 to a massive pop. The Bodies look to end it as Del Ray goes to the top for the Moonsault - perhaps upset that the cameras missed the first one. Unfortunately he cleans out Pritchard, and Scott is able to hit the Frankensteiner for the victory, as the Steiner Brothers retain their WWF World Tag Team belts.
A really fun, fast-paced match. At times it was hard-hitting, but not when it didn’t need to be. Both teams were incredibly innovative and smooth and that was prevalent throughout this match. A thoroughly enjoyable watch.
Match Rating: 7 stars
Joe Fowler is backstage and speaks to Shawn Michaels who is about to defend his Intercontinental Championship against Mr. Perfect. Fowler questions Shawn about who is the greatest Intercontinental Champion which Michaels laughs off, explaining that it is him before he is pulled away for his match by his bodyguard Diesel - the real reason Shawn is Intercontinental Champion.
Match #3 - Shawn Michaels (c) def. Mr. Perfect via Countout
[WWF Intercontinental Championship Match]
This has the potential to be a true masterpiece, and if you can’t make that decision for yourself, then the commentary team spend a long time plugging it as such. Michaels is out first, which as Champion has always baffled me, while Perfect gets an enormous pop.
The pair start with a series of rest holds, before Shawn comes off of the ropes and...something happens. It looks like Perfect was attempting to plant Michaels face first but they both mistimed it and both ended up on the mat - very sloppy.
The pair continue their exchange, with flashes of the brilliance we know they are capable of. Michaels looks to jump over Perfect in the corner, Perfect doesn’t fall for it, standing his ground, so Shawn Elbows him in the face before flipping over Perfect again in the corner. Again though, it is just flashes and isn’t being put together into the compelling match we expect.
Perfect takes Michaels out of the air with an Arm-Drag which looked very tasty indeed, while Vince reminds us that you can only win a title via pinfall or submission - strange to remind us of that right now isn’t it? Michaels tries a Dropkick, but Perfect catches him by the feet and Slingshots him over the top rope. Shawn does use this to his advantage however, as Perfect rolls to the outside and is distracted by Diesel, Michaels clobbers him on the jaw with Sweet Chin Music.
Michaels looks to work the back with a series of elbows and a Backbreaker, which he then holds on to for what feels like about 10 years. Perfect rallies once again and looks like he has the victory with the Perfect-Plex, but Diesel drags him out of the ring. Perfect fights off Diesel and takes Michaels off of the apron with a Clothesline. He attempts to roll the Champion back into the ring, but this somehow takes out referee Earl Hebner, which gives Diesel enough to time to run Perfect into the steel steps on the outside. Earl Hebner then counts out Perfect, giving Shawn the victory via Countout; what a horrible end!
As I noted before, this had the potential to be a classic, but the pace was too slow and it felt safe, nothing new or innovative was tried here, and it seemed like both men just wanted to get through it safely before moving on to different things. Sure it was a solid match, but with the men involved, you expect fireworks, and what we got was a single wet-fart of a Catherine Wheel. As for the finish, a really unnecessary and confusing downer on the overall match.
Match Rating: 6 stars
Pettengilll then catches up to Shawn and chastises him for the way he retained his Championship, with Michaels simply saying the question of who was the best Intercontinental Champion ever had been answered, before righty pushing Todd Pettengill out of the way on his way to the back.
Backstage, Joe Fowler is motivating 1-2-3 Kid for his first ever PPV match by listing the ways in which IRS has the advantage over him. Waltman responds by cutting the blandest, cut and paste, white-meat baby face promo you could ever hope to here before we throw to the ring for the match.
Match #4 - IRS def. 1-2-3 Kid
Kid hits a Spinning Kick to start proceedings playing into the nervous energy he spoke of having before the match with Joe Fowler, before IRS stops him in his tracks and takes control, launching him what feels like 30 feet into the air off a Back Body Drop. IRS tried the same again, but Kid manages to catch him with a Dropkick on the way down, but he can’t capitalise and IRS sends him to the outside.
Schyster then kills the pace of the match by holding Kid in two separate, very boring holds before Kid manages to rally, hurling IRS into the corner and slamming his head into the top turnbuckle - the last of which IRS did without any assistance from Waltman - before hitting a Moonsault for a 2 count.
The ending comes from nowhere, with IRS reversing an Irish Whip and launching into 1-2-3 Kid with a weak looking Write Off, covering for the win. Two consecutive anti-climactic finishes doesn’t sit well with me, but this was another great showing for the Kid, who was insanely over during this match.
Match Rating: 5 stars
Bobby Heenan then attempts to show us on the monitor why the move is called the Write Off, making it look very loosely like a still of IRS hitting the move on Kid looked like a 1044. Okay...
Pettengill is back and this time he is talking to Owen and Bruce Hart at ringside ahead of Bret and Jerry Lawler’s match-up to crown the undisputed King of the WWF after Bret won the 1993 King of the Ring and Lawler took that as a slight against his own nickname of ‘The King.’ According to Bruce and Owen, Stu and Helen Hart were supposed to be at ringside but due to Stu having reconstructive knee injury, which they somehow manipulate as Lawler’s fault - they can’t be there.
Speaking of Lawler, he comes out to meet Bret on crutches with an enormous ice-pack on his knee. Lawler berates Hart’s family and tells Pettengill that he was in a 10-car pile up coming off of I-75 and blames the integrity of the car he rented in ‘’Motor City’ Detroit.’ Apparently his leg was that mangled that they tried to take him to the hospital but he said no, which begs the question how he managed to get his wrestling tights on underneath his ice-pack, but I’m sure it’s a sincere injury and Lawler is legitimately hurt, so I won’t dwell on that.
He therefore introduces his replacement for the match, Doink, who, with one bucket, throws glitter onto the audience before launching the contents of another - about a gallon of water - onto a genuinely unaware Bruce, who takes it as you might expect, very poorly.
Match #4 - Bret Hart def. Doink The Clown via Disqualification
Bret attacks Doink just after the water incident while the other Hart brothers are restrained at ringside. Hart dominates Doink for the large majority of this match, whilst simultaneously threatening Lawler. It is this that gives Doink some relief, and he runs Hart into the steps and hits a Double Axehandle from the top turnbuckle.
The match isn’t exactly capturing the imagination at this point, and it is here that I notice the sheer size of the candyfloss tray one of the vendors is holding in the crowd - unbelievably huge.
The match does improve as Doink works the leg, slamming it into the ring post and locking in an STF. He then follows it up with the Stump Puller, but Bret gets the knees up before the Whoopie Cushion. With that, the 5 Moves of Doom make an appearance and Hart locks in the Sharpshooter for what looks like the win. Unfortunately for Bret, it turns out Lawler was faking the entire time to the surprise of absolutely no-one in the arena. He clobbers Bret snugly on the head with the crutch causing the disqualification victory for the Hitman.
Match Rating: 4 stars
Jack Tunney stops Lawler and Doink on their way backstage as Bret has to be held back by officials. Tunney tells Howard Finkel to announce that if Lawler doesn’t get back in the ring for a match with Bret, then he will banned from the WWF for a month.
Match #5 - Jerry Lawler def. Bret Hart via Disqualification
Now unfortunately for Mr. Lawler, Bret is still feeling residual pain here from his attack during the King of the Ring 1993 during the crowning ceremony. When Lawler then slapped the crutch across Bret’s neck here, he aggravated that pain, and Bret, who at this point now wants to legitimately kill The King, has his gander up!
This is not a great time to be Jerry Lawler.
A mugging takes place, with Bret beating The King from pillar to post. We head to the outside, where Bret gets his first bit of retribution by smashing Lawler with the other crutch, and running him into the barricade. Unfortunately Bret leaves the broken crutch lying around, which Lawler accepts graciously and works Hart over with it, before dragging him plums first into the ring post. As the referee is distracted by the rage of the ringside Hart brothers, Lawler utilises the crutch once more, stabbing at Bret’s throat.
Bret hits a Low Blow and lowers the straps of his top before beginning his work on the back of the King, even stealing his Piledriver finisher. After a brief Thumbs Up/Thumbs Down bit for the crowd, it is here Bret gets his second bit of retribution. He locks in the Sharpshooter and locks it in tight, bending Lawler like an accordion, leading the King to scream in very real pain, even tearing at his own hair. Unfortunately, submitting gives no reprieve, as Bret continues to sit into it for over 3 minutes after the bell. Though this caused the referee to reverse the decision and give the win to Jerry Lawler, Bret had the ultimate revenge, as The King had to be wheeled from the ring on a stretcher.
If you believe Bret, Lawler could barely walk when he got backstage as a result of the sustained Sharpshooter.
Match Rating: 3 stars
We then see Ludvig Borga standing in front of a dilapidated building in Detroit. He proceeds to cut the same promo every foreign heel cuts about how America is bad and how they are going to kick the American out of the insert name baby face they are currently in a feud with. This would be a damn site more impactful if Borga had any presence whatsoever, but instead he just reads his lines slowly, methodically and without a hint of sincerity.
Match #6 - Ludvig Borga def. Marty Jannetty
The insert name baby face for this feud happens to be jobber to the stars Mr. Marty Jannetty.
Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. That is all there is to this match, Borga knows one pace and apparently one move - the punch. Certainly meant to get Borga over as a monster heel to topple, the crowd were completely silent for this match, not reacting at all to Borga, or to his one dimensional offence of strikes and Clotheslines. It should be noted that he does catch Jannetty as he attempts a Cross Body off of the top rope and plants him with a Bodyslam which was...relatively interesting.
Bless Jannetty, he bumps all over to try and get Borga over, doing a complete 360 head over heels to sell a Clothesline, but nothing works. Even his hope spots aren’t well received because people simply aren’t bothered. It is a mercy when this match ends, Jannetty submitting in the Torture Rack.
Match Rating: 1 star
Vince and Bobby Heenan then take time out to shill for Survivor Series 1993, explaining that nothing comes close to this show. Vince really has the bit between his teeth with this and keeps re-iterating that nothing is like Survivor Series, no matter what, everything else is just an imitation, which I’m sure was in no reference at all to WCW’s Battlebowl which would take place just 4 days before Survivor Series on November 20th.
Match #7 - The Undertaker def. Giant Gonzalez
[Rest In Peace Match]
Absolutely the rematch from WrestleMania IX we all wanted. How the WWF managed to continue with this Giant Gonzalez nonsense from the Rumble all the way through to Summerslam completely baffles me, and all while in thatcostume as well!
The entire story of this match is that Paul Bearer isn’t with Taker, and Harvey Wippleman has the urn, the supposed source of the Undertaker’s power. After the chloroform, DQ finish everyone conveniently forgets about when talking about Undertaker’s WrestleMania streak, a ‘Rest In Peace’ match is sanctioned here for Summerslam. From what I can gather, a ‘Rest In Peace’ match is the exact same as a No Holds Barred match, without about 3% the intensity and aggression.
The match is not enjoyable, though it is better than their WrestleMania encounter - very little is worse - and Gonzalez is marginally better at selling than before.
Paul Bearer does arrive in the end, replete with a black wreath because of course he does. He wipes out Wippleman with a Clothesline which garners the biggest pop of the match, regathering the urn and restoring the power to the Undertaker. With his power intact and with his manager by his side, Taker chops down the giant with hundreds of leaping Clotheslines before Gonzalez even takes a knee, eventually finishing it off with a Leaping Clothesline from the top rope to put us out of our misery.
When you consider the WWF was desperate for top tier baby faces, and even stuck someone in a bus for 2 months to completely inorganically grow one, it really does boggle the mind that the Undertaker was never put in that conversation. The pop he got on his entrance was the biggest of the night alongside Bret, so it really does make little sense to have him in these throwaway carnival matches. However, he wasn’t destined to win the Championship until 1997 at WrestleMania 13, and until then, he had the likes of Yokozuna, Mr. Hughes and King Kong Bundy to ward off!
Poor Mark Callaway.
Match Rating: DUD
Joe Fowler catches up to Yokozuna and his managers backstage. Whilst the camera zooms alarmingly into Yokozuna’s face, Cornette explodes about the way the Heavenly Bodies were cheated out of the WWF World Tag Team Championships, before transitioning seamlessly into a tirade about how Yokozuna is going to crush Lex Luger, and the American Dream tonight. Credit where credit is due, at this time, very few people could touch Jim Cornette on the microphone, he is fantastic!
Match #8 - Tatanka & The Smoking Gunns def. Bam Bam Bigelow & The Headshrinkers.
Originally this was intended to be a Mixed Tag Team Match, with Sherri Martel teaming with Tatanka against the team of Bam Bam Bigelow and Luna Vachon. However, Sherri left in July of 1993, thus The Smoking Gunns and the Headshrinkers were thrown into the mix for good measure.
In something unseen on this PPV, it is the faces that attempt to jump the heels, who instantly put a stop to it, before Bam Bam sets to work on Tatanka. The pair have pretty good chemistry and have an enjoyable exchange, culminating in a cool-looking double down after both men hit each other with leaping Crossbodies.
The teams of Headshrinkers and the Smoking Gunns are reasonable enough teams and show some real glimmers of promise during the early exchanges, with both teams delivering offence at a quick pace, with the Smoking Gunns hitting Crossbodies and the Headshrinkers levelling them with Superkicks; something Fatu’s children would hone well later on. Even Bart, who was often outshone by Billy, looks good in this match, displaying a quickness and crispness we don’t often see from him, especially in the Arm Drags on Samu.
Despite this, there is a noticeable lull in the middle of the match, with Bart taking a lot of offence - most of it head related - from The Headshrinkers. It lasts just a little too long, and though the hot tag was good, the crowd didn’t really care enough about Bart for it to matter all that much. Speaking of the hot tag, Tatanka’s offence is worryingly limited, mainly based on less than convincing chops, though his enthusiasm does make up for it somewhat. His top rope Cross Body onto Bam Bam is great and highlights that he does have some ability.
Then comes my personal highlight of the match. As Tatanka psyches himself up by doing his dance, no-selling Bam Bam’s strikes, the big man floors him with an Enziguri, stopping the dance dead.
The heel team the isolate Tatanka after Billy takes a nasty bump to the outside, cracking his head on the apron. All three members of Team Bam Bam ascend to the top to hit Diving Headbutts, and all three miss as Tatanka moves at the last second. As Billy and Bart fly over the top ropes to take out Bam Bam and Fatu, Tatanka rolls up a very confused looking Samu for the victory.
Considering this was a throwaway 6-Man Tag Team match with no build, I am pleasantly surprised by how much the match held my attention. Sure, the heat section on Bart went on too long and was in danger of dragging, but both the Smoking Gunns and the Headshrinkers continued to look like credible tag teams, Tatanka continued his head-scratching unbeaten run and Bam Bam held it all together with not only his offence, but his ability to sell and his willingness to bump. Good match.
Match Rating: 6 stars
As we approach the main event of the evening, who better to shed light on the lesser seen side of Lex Luger than his...bus driver? Hank Carter stumbles his way through an interview with Joe Fowler, trying to get Luger over as a caring, compassionate All-American.
It doesn’t work.
Todd Pettengill then completes his night’s work annoying people by being all together too excited about a middle-aged man who’s mum made him a costume from bed sheets, before joining in with the “USA!” chants now filling the arena.
Match #9 - Lex Luger def. Yokozuna (c) via Countout
[WWF Championship Match]
Side Note: Irrelevant of whether Yokozuna is actually Japanese, I still think it is bad form to boo another country’s National Anthem, it’s a tacky thing to do, even in Wrestling.
The fact that this card is as thin as it is, and Randy Savage is still only used as a Master of Ceremonies is ridiculous. Yes, he would be out of the company very shortly after this, but even so, underutilising Macho Man just seems like cutting your nose off to spite your face! With both National Anthems complete, with Aaron Neville taking an...interesting approach to his interpretation, we finally get to the much ballyhooed main event.
After Lex’s unbelievably Americana entrance complete with Stars and Stripes entrance music, we get a stare down. Fuji attempts to interject but Luger catches him, causing Yoko to run at him, and we have begun. A brisk exchange ended as the Hulkbuster Legdrop fails to find its mark.
Though Lex is relatively over, it is hard to ignore that the biggest pops are when Yokozuna fails rather than for when Lex Luger comes out on top, whether it be having the middle rope kicked into his baby Yokos, or missing an Elbow Drop. Also, it’s really hard to get past the fact that Luger’s offence is really dull; punches, kicks, pause for gratification. Rinse and repeat. At least when Hogan did it, he had some charisma and undeniable star power to back it up.
Fuji attempts another salt shot, but Luger catches him again, before Yokozuna halts him with a Superkick and launches him to the outside, keeping him there every time Lex attempts to get back in. After crushing Luger against the post on the outside, Yokozuna fails to capitalise with a chair shot and Lex goes back to punches. On the inside he takes to the top rope twice for Double Axehandles, causing the big man to sway, before Lex hits his patented Forearm for a very close 2 count. Yoko kicks out of another Forearm, this time to the back of the head, before we get a double down.
The Champion is gassed with capital G at this point. After hitting Luger with the salt pot, Yokozuna takes an age to get the cover in, giving Lex enough time to kick out. The Belly to Belly follows, but Lex kicks out of that as well. Each time Lex kicks out however, the crowd are less and less into it. You can tell the crowd are getting bored of the match as Lex kicks out of a Side Suplex, and in all honesty it has already gone far too long. Both men benefit from short bursts of power, neither man is cut out for an epic main event, which we are now screeching towards at a rate of knots.
Luger finally rallies and powers out of a Nerve Hold but collapses under a Bodyslam attempt, kicking out at 2 from that, and from the following Hulkbuster Leg Drop. Lex avoids the Banzai Drop and finally hits the Bodyslam, harnessing the power of the good old US of A! He then follows this up by KOing Mr. Fuji on the ring apron, which is absolutely a disqualification, and then hits Yokozuna with the Forearm, which sends the Champion careening through the ropes, comatose, to the outside.
The referee continues to count Yoko out as Lex stands there, making no attempt to get the Champion back in to the ring, blatantly forgetting that the Championship does not change hands on a Countout. As the count approaches 10, Luger seems more bothered about knocking Cornette off of the apron than getting to Yokozuna, and as the pink-shoed Cornette is sent spiralling off of the apron, the bell rings and the match is over. Lex has won by Countout, not winning the Championship of course, but winning the match...
Match Rating: 3 stars
Not that you would know he hasn’t won the Championship from the way the buffoon behaves, bouncing round the ring with his hands aloft. Then it gets weirder, as the entire face locker room come down to celebrate with him, even carrying him on their shoulders. Can someone please tell him he didn’t win the Championship!? This is ridiculous! It gets worse though as Vince prattles that Luger has ‘electrified this capacity crowd!’ because we now have an American Flag in the ring. HE DIDN’T WIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP! What the hell is going on? But it continues, now with American confetti! Dear God, please make it stop! Nope BALLOONS NOW!
And just as you think it ends, an emotive video package plays of Lex on the bus with footage of the Moon Landing, JFK and Martin Luther Fucking King spliced in! What is this FUCKING nonsense!? This is an all-time low for the WWF I’m afraid, laughably poor and transparent, daring to compare, what was effectively a glorified midcarder, to some of the biggest events in the country’s history? No sir. That, is some Grade A bullshit. What an unbelievable sham.
But we don’t end there, no doctor!
As Lex is being interviewed by Mr. Fowler in front of the face locker room, we get the blandest challenge in all living history by a, maybe irate Ludvig Borga, who can tell really, saying that he is going to break Luger.
Good God what a mess.
1993 truly was an absolutely terrible year for the WWF. First Hogan leaves, there is the ever-looming threat of Vince being indited and then the Luger experiment flops, and flops hard!
There are two main problems with this show. The first is Luger's inability to connect with the fans. Believe what you want about what went down prior to the show, but we still had all this hype, all this pomp, all this Americana for nothing, and for Lex to win via that Countout. A huge part of that is that Luger wasn't getting anywhere near the reactions WWF top brass thought he would get. Unfortunately, it isn't like it got any easier for Luger, as the fans showed their true colours in droves at the end of the Royal Rumble 1994, voting Bret the winner unanimously over Luger. The entire debacle is summed up by one luminous green sign in the background of the Summerslam main event; 'Luger - Better As The Narcissist!' Truer words have never been spoken.
Then there is the booking. 4 finishes with no definitive endings and no title changes is the laziest booking of the highest order. On top of that, the match quality was really poor considering this is one of WWF's fabled Big 4, with two matches getting lower than 1 star, and the main event lucky to escape with the 3 stars it did. Perfect and Michaels was fine, but therein lies the problem; look at who is in the ring! That should have been the Match of the Year, but instead we get a hesitant match and a sloppy Countout. Ludvig Borga and Giant Gonzalez were so immobile and bland I can't even bring myself to talk about them, while the Bret and Lawler segment lasted far too long.
With the exception of the two tag team matches, this was an almost unbearably dull show, with little to nothing to raise spirits. The crowds would soon realise this as well, and unfortunately live event numbers and even PPV numbers would drop significantly as WWF scrabbled desperately to find something to stop the rot.
A Hart family feud anyone?
Matches You Need To Check Out: The Steiner Brothers vs. The Heavenly Bodies
Matches You Need To Avoid: The Undertaker vs. Giant Gonzalez, Ludvig Borga vs. Marty Jannetty, Yokozuna vs. Lex Luger (Though you might want to check this out due to the sheer lunacy of the post-match celebrations!)