- Hosts are Jim Ross, Vince MacMahon and Jerry Lawler.

- Opening match: Dude Love v. Hunter Hearst Helmsley. The crowd is right into things from the get-go, and this is a terrific match to start, surprisingly enough. Foley really works his ass off as Dude Love for some reason, and is having a ball to boot. I just love the guy, it's about time there was another character who wasn't so fucking serious all the time. Long match, too, mostly controlled by Dude Love. Long story short, he hits Sweet Shin Music twenty minutes in, but Chyna puts HHH's foot on the ropes, Dude gets sidetracked, *bam*, Pedigree, HHH gets the win. Good start. ****

- And here comes Sunny, to announce...

- Leif Cassidy v. Tiger Ali Singh. Vince, take a fucking hint and fire this guy. Cassidy must be thrilled. He gets to job in foreign countries now. Tiger asks for the children of the world to stay drug free and calls himself "the true Messiah." I already tried that gimmick on RSPW and it didn't work. Tiger is *not* popular here at all. Nothing match, even the Snowman can't be bothered to carry his sorry ass to anything decent. Singh gets the inevitable win with a bulldog off the top rope. Ugh. *1/2

- WWF tag title match: The Headbangers v. Savio and Miguel. Big pop for the champs. These guys are great, and they're wrestling with tons of confidence now that they're the champions. Vince plays "mangle the cliche" a few times while Jerry fires off British references rapid-fire. Old style tag match, with Thrasher playing Ricky Morton. Good, not great. Totally by the books, ends with Mosh doing the cannonball thing for the pin to retain. **1/2

- Flash Funk v. The Patriot. Odd matchup here. I think Vince has developed a fundamental problem for himself with Del Wilkes: The gimmick only works in one country. The fans are just all over the Patriot the whole match. Del has *got* to learn to be a heel, fast, because he *is* one everywhere but the US. He's like the anti-Bret. Funk doesn't really do any flashy stuff, but it's still a solid and very competitive match. Funk tries the moonsault, Patriot lifts the knees and hits Uncle Slam for the pin. The boos are *deafening.* **1/2

- LOD v. The Godwinns. Yup, again. No Cletus. You know the formula, LOD hot to start, Godwins take control, slow pace, hot tag, clean house, Doomsday Device, see ya. Next match. **

- JR interviews Ken Shamrock. Billy Gunn comes out and lips him off, and gets ankle-locked for his troubles. He taps out about 50 times in a re-do of the original segment from RAW a few months back. Why?

- Vader v. Owen Hart. Now, Bret was booed pretty soundly in a quickie interview he just did, but Owen is way over as a babyface. Odd. But then the odd crowd reactions would become a trend tonight. Vader pretty quickly decides to be the heel, however, and that unifies the crowd for Owen, who proceeds to get the shit kicked out of him. Now *this* is what Vader should have been doing all along. I mean, he just mugs Owen here. Big comeback for the underdog, very nice stuff, but gets caught coming off the top rope and is nearly powerslammed through the mat for the pin. Very entertaining match. ***1/2

- WWF title match: Bret Hart v. The Undertaker. Again, totally polarized crowd as half *hates* Bret and the other half *hates* Undertaker and dear god are they LOUD throughout the whole match. This was a total negative reaction match, as each faction booed EVERYTHING, depending on who did it. Surprisingly fast paced match for UT, and there was a bit of everything thrown in. Bret decides to get into full-tilt heel mode 5 minutes in, but that still doesn't "win over" the Undertaker-haters. Vince must be creaming to have this kind of hardcore support for both guys. Maybe Bret and Shawn are having a "Who can carry Mark's ass to a better match" contest or something. Bret destroys UT's knee systematically, which Mark actually remembers to sell the whole match. Bret does the Five Moves of Doom to no avail. Undertaker hits a couple of VERY questionable legdrops, the second of which is blocked and reversed into the Sharpshooter. Think Summerslam 91. UT breaks. Think Summerslam 97. Bret brings in the bell, UT grabs it, Bret clips him and back to the knee. A cameraman gets taken out along the way. Suddenly, Bret gets whipped into the ropes and does the "Ouch, my head's stuck in the ropes" spot he's so fond of. UT won't stay back, so it's a DQ win for Hart. UT expresses his dissatisfaction with the officiating, twice, (I don't think I need to elaborate) and the heel-face roles are suddenly reversed. One of the best UT matches you'll ever see, marred by a weird ending. ****, nonetheless.

- European title: Davey Boy Smith v. Shawn Michaels. Shawn is the heel here, no doubt about it. Davey Boy has his family at ringside and dedicates the match to his cancer-stricken sister. Disappointing to say the least. Rick Rude and Hunter Hearst Helmsley saunter out at various points and interfere constantly. About 25 minutes in, Bulldog ends up outside and the Triple Threat DESTROY him, including a Pedigree on the floor. Shawn rips off the knee brace, slaps on a figure-four, holds onto HHH's hands and keeps it on for more than 5 minutes before Earl Hebner is forced to stop the match and award the title to Shawn. ***1/2

Now, to say there was heel heat because of this would be a *bit* of an understatement. It was like an nWo moment from last year, as the fans pelted the Triple Threat with garbage and drinks non-stop, and I thought a riot might ensue. Wow, that booking took cajones, that's for sure. We see Bulldog left lying in agony as we end.

Overview: Wow. Best PPV of the year, easily. Nearly all clean finishes, two **** matches and two ***1/2 by my count, and Shawn is made into the biggest heel in the recent history of British wrestling. The first two hours felt like the WWF PPVs of the 80s, with clean finishes and a quick pace, and then the Bret-UT match and the Shawn title win were definitely a 90s thing. I'm becoming very disturbed with the way Shawn is morphing into Ric Flair, circa 1988. This does not bode well as the nWo's evil influence spreads into the WWF via the clique or the Triple Threat or the Showstoppers or whatever they want to be called now. At any rate, good show, ugly ending, I wish more WWF PPVs would be like this one.

Until I figure out what the *fuck* Lawler was saying tonight, I remain the net.cop...