Alright boys, here comes my X-Seven review! It'll be in three posts, with the third coming tomorrow morning. No GIFs at the moment, those will be edited in later this week for completeness' sake. Enjoy!
Part 1 of 3
The review you have all been waiting for has finally arrived! The show that concluded an era. One of the most beloved years from the granddaddy of them all. This is...
Before we jump into this review, I need to give a little background to my history with wrestling so that you have a better understanding of where I'm coming from with my critique of the event. I did not have cable as a kid, and was 5 years old when the Attitude Era began. As you'd expect, wrestling wasn't allowed in our home until myself and my brothers were much older, and by the time we would have cared about it, the PG Era was well under way, solidifying our lack of interest in the product. While I had certainly been familiar with Wrasslin', it was not until the Summer of Punk angle in 2011 that I started to really follow WWE and Pro Wrestling as a whole.Over the past three years, I have become pretty well versed with the history and various promotions, but my experience with much of the older product is limited to iconic promos and actual matches rather than the builds behind the feuds.
Why is this relevant to the discussion? I have never seen the full build to most of the feuds here at X-7. This is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it gives me a more objective view on the match quality from a wrestling standpoint. On the other hand, it completely skews my opinion on the weight behind these matches, especially since the Attitude Era relied on the history for the in-ring storytelling to work. Consider this a shot at the WWE for not having the RAWs and SmackDowns up on the network, as well as my way of saying there are no rose-colored glasses here. So, without further to do, let's get on to the review!
WrestleMania X-7 opens up with this interesting intro put together by the always wonderful video package team in glorious widescreen. The promo shows the universal love of wrestling all around the world, and comes across as somewhere between delusional and heartwarming. I mean, just look at this.
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Also, check out this throwback to the 90's with that portable TV. I don't think that has a cable box on it... Quick, someone shut that lamp down!!!
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The show itself begins in my hometown of Houston, TX in the greatest closed stadium of all time, the Astrodome. This would be the biggest event to ever be hosted at the arena, and it really shows. This was wrestling at its finest and the fans knew it. We cut to our wonderful announce team for the night, good ol' JR and Paul Heyman.
I cannot stress this enough, these two are absolutely phenomenal. These two were able to really make me feel all the more invested in these matches and are the gold standard for what commentary should be. There is a reason that the two man table works as well as it does, and it's so that they don't run over each other and are able to call the matches distracted, while also providing relevant banter that moves the narrative forward. It's clear, concise and is what is missing from commentary today. (Full disclaimer: this may just be my inner ECW fanboy desperately trying to put Heyman over. Somehow though, I doubt it.)
Our curtain jerk for the night is a match between Chris Jericho and William Regal for the Intercontinental Championship. The match opens fast and maintains that pace all throughout, thanks primarily to Jericho's hybrid high-flying/brawl style and Regal's own use of counter-pins and tosses. The match, combined once again with the solid commentary, succeed in making the event really feel like the grandest stage of them all. It cannot be stressed enough how important the cruiserweights were to the success of the Attitude Era product, and have had a longer lasting impact on the industry than anything else from that era, as we will see later in the night. Jericho hits Regal with the moonsault for the pin, retaining his IC Title. A solid match that sets the bar high for the rest of the night, no story background needed to appreciate it. Easily a 4 star match.
We cut to Shane entering the arena, followed by a promo by Bradshaw cutting a promo about being in the Astrodome to set up our next match. There is nothing more bizarre to see than APA-Era JBL after years of seeing him as, well, JBL.
Our next match is Right to Censor vs. The APA and Taz. For those unfamiliar, Right to Censor was a parody stable for the writers to take potshots and the Parent's Television Council, who were up in arms about the violent and sexual content that defined WWF Attitude. It was made up of Stevie Richards, Bull Buchanan, The Godfather (renamed Goodfather here), Val Venus, and Ivory (whom we'll get to later...). Stevie escorts the others into the match.
First off, dear God that blasted titantron is annoying. I know that's the point, but seriously? And I have to suffer through this TWICE? Annoying themes aside, we get to the 6-man tag match that lasts shy of 4 minutes. It's not a secret that match length was never a concern of the Attitude Era, but it does make it hard to be invested in the match without context. I'm sure this seemed timely and hilarious to someone at the time, but the match as it is is only okay. Gotta love how short Taz really looks here. And I'm willing to admit the Mormon outfits are hilarious. Bradshaw hits the Clothesline from Hell and gets the pin. Decent breather, and far from a terrible match, but it really doesn't feel like a big match in and of itself. This is why you need the RAWs up there, WWE. 2 and a half stars.
Time for a commercial break, I'm gonna go get a snickers cruncher bar.
Part 2:
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