Williams takes Sid down and grabs a headlock. Snuka fights back to his feet and elbows free.
Back inside, and Mando hammers away, then takes Armstrong over with a snapmare. Who actually thought that this combination would produce a decent match?
Sunny Beach vs. Dr. Feelgood (w/ Missy Hyatt):
Candy chokes her out in the corner and gets a slam for the pin at 3: Feelgood appears to be journeyman jobber Al Burke for those who care. Tokyo with a headlock, then nails Karate Kid in the throat.
So, to say there was a Supercard held in was shock to me would be an understatement. I figured a Mantis would be better, but I don't know much about Bees. The action continues to spill outside the ring, and everyone hugs "trying" to get everyone in the ring.
Every time the lights go up even a little, you can see the rows of empty seats on the hard camera side, because apparently Herb Abrams is too stupid to move everyone over to the camera. As much as I like Dr. Tokyo turns it over and tries pinning Karate Kid's shoulders to the canvas, but nothing comes of it.
Irish whip, and Brunzell hits the dropkick! Irish whip, and Tokyo with a shoulder block. Jesus, what a waste of time. Thank goodness that's all over.
Tokyo nails Karate Kid coming into the corner, and covers for the three count at 7: One last round of applause for them! Missy uses a shoe to stop the awesome momentum of Beach, but he comes back with a backslide for two. Yeah, that was a horrible pun involving "Rocky Balboa.
Snuka fights back, but somehow manages to rebound off Jack while trying a shoulderblock, and takes a bump at a 90 degree angle that sends him flying out of the ring again. There's usually a good reason for it, and there's a good reason this was the lost known show put on, at least for a national audience, from the UWF.
Tokyo avoids a dropkick and stomps the face. Williams with a go-behind waistlock, but Sid counters. I just want this show to end, and thankfully, we've come to the end of the line.
Irish whip, and Spivey with a sidewalk slam for a two count, then goes back to the stretch. Feelgood escapes and does generic heel offense.
A lot of hair pulling, awkward punches, and just a total lack of chemistry. Are we in Kindergarten or something?! Williams with a head scissors, and Sid kips up! Brunzell tags in and they take him over with a double hip toss. Tolos compares her to a Queen Bee. Devine knees her in the midsection, then takes her over with a semi closed slot drop.
Orton bails and throws a glass of water in his face, and they clear battle pet slots to a double DQ at 5: No idea who Armstrong is, but I'm guessing it's not the same Jack Armstrong that was on the inaugural Florida Marlins roster. It's using a gimmick just for the sake of it, rather than producing a good match.
Match was watchable, at least. So he gets revenge with a uwf blackjack brawl, mind you for whoever or whatever it was that wronged him. For those few that care, the UWF probably was most notably associated as a real promotion during the early part of the 90's, including a Uwf blackjack brawl Beach Brawl that tanked pretty badly with a miniscule buyrate and horribly low attendance.
The title belt looks like one of those childrens replica belts from their merchandise catalog.