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One name...Gold Dust!!! Stupidest thing next to Doink the Clown.
or that guy who used to come to the ring with a jockstrap on his head.
One name...Gold Dust!!! Stupidest thing next to Doink the Clown.
That's all I can think of right now. When was The Kennel in the Cell match between Boss Man and Al Snow? That was the worst match ever, as the dogs being dogs, didn't do anything except pee and poop and DO IT during the match. So the escaping the rabid crazy attack dogs thing was the biggest joke ever.
Actually just about every Al Snow match was bad. And no, I am not secretly Mick Foley...
HAVE A NICE DAY
I'd have to disagree, Goldust was a great character, he played the perfect heel for awhile and his match with the Blue Meanie at Backlash 1999 is so damn bad that its good! Maybe i'm just soft on the guy cause he's Dusty's son.
This is exactly why I hated the whole thing. I always thought is was a slap in the face to the Dusty Rhoad's legacy. I mean, would anyone else but Vince dress up a wrestling icon's son as a gold inter-gender freak. QUOTE]
Actually, Dustin Rhodes came up with the character himself. He didn't want to come in and just be given opprutunities because of his name and his father, that's why he went out as Goldust. Nobody had a clue who he was until they actually told us he was Dusty's son. I remember a short period in the summer of 1998 when he took off the Goldust gimmick and started a gimmick as a psycho Christian who preached the return of the messiah they introduced him as Dustin "Runnels". I'm glad he went with the Goldust look, it was always a character I enjoyed. The WWE needs some freaks.
I hope that wasn't too long for you mods if it is just delete this post than I guess.Text by RD Reynolds
You ever have one of those days?
I'm preparing to write this week's induction, doing the screen grabs and such, and Blade and I start discussing it, and he starts asking questions about stuff that I don't remember seeing. This leads me to believe that either a) he's hit the bottle again or b) I am missing an entire DVD of the collection I am about to ridicule. While the latter is probably the far less likely of the above scenarios, it also turns out to be reality. I realize that, horror of horrors, there's way more to what I was about to mock than I had originally thought, and worse yet, I've only seen the second part of it, so I can't really do that and then a follow up the next week.
Scramble time.
There are unsung heroes of this here website. Two of the biggest are Harry Simon and Bill Brown, who send me seemingly unending supplies of DVDs and VHS's with oodles of crap. In fact, they've mailed me so many over the years that I simply have not had time to go through them all. They just all sit in this giant closet as WrestleCrap HQ, awaiting re-discovery. So I opened up the vault this week, reached in, and started going through the mass collection of nonsense starving for my attention.
Hmm, there's six T-120's of Muhammad Hussan. For sure that needs covered, but I ain't got 12 hours, let alone 36. Rosey, Super Hero in Training. Egads, that was awful. Why haven't I done that one yet? Let's see here, Polish Sausage Harvest...
Wait a minute.
POLISH SAUSAGE HARVEST?!
Talk about your WTF moments. What on earth could that be, I wonder. Actually, I lie - I did not wonder that. I wondered, instead, "That there might be something Blade has to review when the Lions lose our bet again next season." Shaken by the thought of a "sausage harvest", I popped the disc in to see just what the hell that it could even be. And...wow.
Just wow. It was from the TNT Show, a progrem the WWF aired in the mid 1980's which featured wrestlers (and they even called them "wrestlers" back then, believe it or not) in long interviews and nutty skits. If ever there was a gold mine of WrestleCrap, that show was it. We could probably do an induction a week from that show and not run out until 2017 or so.
So yep, sure enough, there was "Polish Power" Ivan Putski, sitting with Lord Alfred Hayes. It's kinda creepy, as his Lordship is seemingly looking at the muscle-bound Pole in the way, way too tight jeans a tad too longingly for my comfort. I really hope this isn't the start of something that should have been included on our WrestlePorn update a couple weeks ago.
Thankfully, I think, it's not. Instead, Putski is being interviewed by Vince McMahon.
Before we continue, I want to make a note for our younger 'Crappers out there, those who didn't live through the 1980's. That look, that color ensemble Vince is wearing: that was never cool. Never ever ever ever ever. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
So anyway, Putski is cutting this boring interview (no wonder they gave these guys wacky skits; I might fall asleep otherwise), and then drops a bomb on us: it's time once again for the POLISH SAUSAGE HARVEST.
Sho 'nuff, after break we get some old hag hanging out by a tree. A tree surrounded by baskets containing, you guessed it, polish sausages. "They grow on trees!" Putski explains to us.
There you go, kids - your Polish Fun Fact for the Day.
A closer examination reveals that he is, in fact, honest in this assessment
Well, maybe. They kinda look more like turds to me. But then I guess "The Polish Hanging Poop Harvest" wouldn't be quite as festive an occasion.
So Pink Suit Vince puts a mic in the old biddy's face and she explains this is actually a Kielbasa tree, the only one in existence. I'd question how that wouldn't make for much of a "harvest", but the old bat is on a roll and I don't want to spoil her fun. She explains how to tell when they are ripe, not only by color, but by sound and smell.
Lord Alfred, though, is none too impressed, making the classic Fart Smell Look. "Nature never made anything smell this bad," Alfred quips as Putski and Vince urge him to slurp the sausage. Before he can, however, the wacky bitch starts yammering about insects and mustard and weebles(!!) and then, for no good reason, just starts doing a POLKA DANCE, complete with Lord Alfred singing.
I don't think that was sausage Alfred was smelling earlier - after seeing and hearing this, I'm pretty sure there had to have been a Polish Bong nearby. Following her rant about how the Polish Goverment has placed a statewide ban on any future Keilbasa tree plantings (????), I think you'd be hard pressed to disagree.
The segment ends with the traditional Polish Sausage Harvest ritual: with a Maroon tuxedo'ed Englishman imploring the old Polish woman to deep throat his kielbasa.
Apparently, this bit has been making the rounds on WWE 24/7 of late. And if sausages and hags and Vince in that suit ain't a ringing endorsement for that service, I don't know what is!
This is exactly why I hated the whole thing. I always thought is was a slap in the face to the Dusty Rhoad's legacy. I mean, would anyone else but Vince dress up a wrestling icon's son as a gold inter-gender freak. Some legacies are not to be messed with, like the Von Erichs, Gordys, Harts, etc..
And you are right, the match with the Blue Meanie was really bad. I just couldn't buy into it and thought the entire gimmick was insulting to true wrestling history. I know a lot of people liked Gold Dust for his heel qualities, but I just took it as an insult to the history behind the individual, that's all.