We head to the Cotton Bowl for a beautiful outdoor show. In this episode, you’ll see Casey versus Brooks, the Fantastics versus Tatum and Peterson, and Kabuki versus Lewin. Grab some delicious fixin’s and enjoy!
COTTON BOWL NOTE: Unlike the hot and humid weather during the Parade of Champions in May, the weather for this show was in the mid-70s and sunny. What a great day to get a haircut.
Opening montage.
Holly Stevens sang God Bless America to begin the Cotton Bowl festivities.
Match 1: “Killer” Tim Brooks (w/ Gary Hart) versus Scott Casey (w/o Sunshine)
Highlights:
Casey flipped out of a wrist lock with the help of both Brooks and referee Bronko Lubich. Hart was NOT impressed.
When Brooks clotheslined Casey, he attempted a slam.
Casey countered with an inside cradle and got 2.
As Brooks tossed Casey down to the particle board atop the artificial turf, Hart rammed Casey shoulder-first into the ring post. How dastardly!
Brooks fed him a shoulder breaker and followed with a leg drop.
1-2-3.
Brooks won at 4:14.
Rating: ½*
Summary: The combination of Hart’s interference and Brooks’ shoulder breaker proved to be enough for Casey. Hopefully, that’s not all he got paid to do today.
Match 2: The Fantastics versus “Hollywood” John Tatum & David Peterson (w/ Missy Hyatt)
Highlights:
Fulton avoided a back elbow from Tatum and strutted for the young female contingent of the Dallas faithful.
As Rogers tagged in, the Fantastics did a number on Tatum’s left arm.
Well, not quite like that.
Fulton tagged in, mounted the top turnbuckle, and lowered the boom onto Tatum.
When Tatum escaped an arm bar with a slam, Mercer mentioned the incoming “Ravishing” Rick Rude with his manager Percival Pringle III. This guy could amount to something someday, I believe.
Peterson tagged in but missed an elbow drop.
For some unknown reason, David Manning appeared on the apron to consult with referee Bronko Lubich.
Rogers tagged in and held an arm bar.
In the meantime, Fulton kept the females in check by dancing around and over the downed Peterson.
The Dallas faithful began a “go Tommy, go” chant, but their hero ate a knee to midsection from Peterson.
After Tatum tagged in, he slammed Rogers, followed with an elbow drop, and got 2.
Rogers rolled up Tatum and got 1.
While Fulton tagged in, Tatum had enough of his shenanigans and threatened to leave.
Before Lubich could count them out, Peterson tagged in and won a test-of-strength for 2.
Tatum tried to interfere from the top turnbuckle, but Rogers shook the ropes from the babyface corner to shake him down to the turf.
Tagging in, Tatum mounted the second turnbuckle and unleashed a double axe handle upon Fulton for 2.
Hyatt distracted Fulton with her vocalizations, so Tatum rolled him up for 2.
Placing a foot into Fulton’s midsection, Tatum tagged out, but Peterson fell victim to a knee lift.
Hot tag Rogers.
With all four wrestlers in the ring, Rogers dealt Peterson his own knee lift.
Peterson held Rogers, so Tatum mounted the top turnbuckle, leaped, but nailed Peterson instead of Rogers with a double axe handle.
Mounting the top turnbuckle, Rogers scored with a cross body block to Peterson.
1-2-3.
The Fantastics won at 12:15.
Rating: ***
Summary: With the Fantastics’ possession of the Dallas faithful’s hearts and Tatum’s heel mannerisms, the match flowed well with plenty of psychology, high-flying, and the tag formula. Peterson will have his day in the sun, so to speak, but not today.
After the match, Hyatt reads Peterson the riot act. Suddenly, Sunshine storms the ring, but Tatum intercepts her before she can get to Hyatt. In fact, he boots her from the ring. Heinous! Referee Rick Hazzard grabs Sunshine to prevent any further shenanigans, gets decked, but perseveres.
Match 3: “Maniac” Mark Lewin (w/ Gary Hart) versus Kabuki (w/ Sunshine)
Highlights:
Ralph Pulley assumed ring announcing duties for this match.
When Lewin played phantom foreign object against the Dallas faithful, Hart distracted referee Rick Hazzard.
That enabled Lewin to hammer Kabuki with the foreign object. SNEAKY!
As Lewin smashed Kabuki with the bell hammer, Mercer mentioned the Von Erichs’ cousin, Lance, who is the “son of Waldo Von Erich.” Wrestling historians will note that Waldo was a distant relative to Doris Adkisson, but Lance would be portrayed by Kevin “Ricky” Vaughn. Some WCCW fans may not take too kindly to being duped.
Meanwhile, Kabuki escaped a nerve hold with a shot to the midsection.
He fed Lewin a thrust kick sending him atop the broadcast table.
After Lewin stole Mercer’s pen, he jabbed it into Kabuki. OUCH!
Hopefully, Kabuki won’t suffer from de-cap-itation.
Lewin gave Kabuki a cross corner whip but ate a thrust kick on his follow-through.
While Kabuki mounted the second turnbuckle, Hart disrupted his balance.
Hazzard caught the chicanery and called for the bell to disqualify Lewin at 5:37.
Rating: DUD
Summary: There HAD to be a reason to put this match on the card, no?
Afterward, Kabuki chases Hart into the ring and attacks him. Lewin returns to save Hart’s bacon and bombard Kabuki with strikes. Hart and Lewin double-clothesline Kabuki, and Hart spills Hazzard down to the turf. As Hart wipes the face paint off Kabuki, Casey returns to rescue Kabuki.
Casey chases off Hart and Lewin, and Kabuki ensures they retreat to the locker room. Upon his return, Kabuki deals Casey a thrust kick and pummels him. WE HAVE A HEEL TURN! Kabuki shoves aside both Lubich and Hazzard before manhandling Sunshine.
Before Kabuki exits the ring, he delivers a thrust kick to Pulley sending him down to the turf. Casey tries to chase after him but gets restrained. Instead, he grabs the microphone and yells at Kabuki believing he was Casey’s “friend.” I guess Casey learned two lessons today.
Interestingly, five minutes were removed from this telecast. I wonder if Mike Von Erich’s appearance was removed due to music rights. That would be a crying shame if valid.
Conclusion: Great start to the show with a strong tag match and a heel turn. This is top-notch WCCW post-Freebirds, so get as much of this as you can.
Next week, “Iceman” King Parsons tangles with One Man Gang in a taped fist match.