Here is YOUR WWF house show report for the SuperCard at Stockton,
California's UOP Spanos Centre 19 August 1993.

Your hosts are:  myself (duh), and Joseph Mendes, the man I owe my love of
wrestling to.  It was Joe who somehow got me over to his house to watch
SummerSlam '91, and "try this WWF thing out."  He's regretted it ever
since.

We arrived just in time to the spacious UOP campus.  Parking was free,
lending an air of amateurism to this particular event.  It just doesn't
seem like a professional event when you don't fork over at least $5 for a
chance to pull up some concrete.

We entered the Spanos Centre relatively quickly, security was very lax. 
Of course, we didn't have any food to smuggle in. 

The venue is smaller than the normally-used Arco Arena in Sacramento. 
Every seat was fantastic.  Except for some nosebleed bleachers, the arena
was mostly filled.  We settled on 5000 as a probable attendance figure. 
After the prerequisite national anthem (I sang softly, Joe did not, but
did have his hand over his heart), the SuperCard--4 main events, you
know--started off with the only nonannounced match. 

Definitely starting off with a bang, Bastian Booger came out to tumultuous
boos.  Except for one person, that being Joe, the only Boogermaniac I
know.  The Rocket Owen Hart provided the opposition, to tumultuous cheers
and High Energy's music.

This match was all Rocket from the very beginning, at least it seemed that
way from the crowd's cheering.  Hart seems to have inherited the Koko B.
Ware "If I clap, they'll all clap with me" mentality.  Anyway, this match
went on for about two hours, and ended when the Rocket attempted a sunset
flip, only to meet with Booger's posterior.  1, 2, 3.  Joe then had the
best line of the night by saying to the entire crowd "Yeah, there's your
Rocket!"  which angered many small children in front of us, but delighted
the adults in back of us.

The next match was the Giant Gonzalez against some rag doll.  No, wait, it
was the Macho Man Randy Savage.  Gonzalez choked Savage, choked him,
choked him, clotheslined him, choked him, clotheslined him out of the
ring, pummeled him, causing him to fall back onto the floor, pummeled him
again from a different side, pummeled him one more time, pushed him into
the steel post, choked him, choked him, and choked him.  Savage managed a
couple of feeble eye rakes, and one (count it) double axehandle.  Finally,
Savage, showing half a brain, picked up a chair and waffled Gonzo with it. 
This immediately caused a DQ from referee "Blind" Earl Hebner (they
couldn't afford Dave...as it was, there were only two refs working, one of
which we couldn't recognize).  Gonzo, somewhat angered, resumed his
pummeling of Savage and then left.  Savage came to when his theme
inexplicably came over the PA.  Fortunately, he posed with his back to the
entrance, so Mr. Hughes could come out and waffle him again, this time
with the urn.

Apparently, Harvey Wippleman really has some sort of problem with Savage. 
Anyway, this goes on for a while until for another inexplicable reason,
the Undertaker's theme starts up.  Out comes the 'Taker, who takes all of
two minutes to make it to the ring, then twenty seconds to choke, slam,
and pin Hughes.  This actually counted as a match.  Nuff said.  Somehow,
everyone manages to leave the ring so they can take twenty minutes setting
up the cage.

Anyway, the cage match is next.  By now, our running commentary is really
starting to annoy everyone around us.  Oh well.  Anyway, Hart's an idiot
and loses.  It only takes about half an hour for this ending, though. 
Fuji figures prominently. 

After another twenty minutes to take down the cage, whoever the announcer
is (a poor man's Michael Buffer) introduces Lex Luger, who blathers
something about something to someone.  He said something about "wishing I
could wrestle tonight."  Amazingly, a lot of the wrestlers were thinking
that same thing.

The tag title match is next.  The Samoans were Afa-less, so they were
afa-full.  You know, for being tag team champs, they sure don't know any
better when it comes to giving the Headshrinkers headbutts to the canvas. 
And, by the way, no frankensteiner.

As the night wore on, we wore out.  That's why this report tails off the
closer we get to the end.

The next match was the highlight of the night, for me.  Doink came out and
during the course of his match with the 3-2-1 Kid, squirted him, offered
him some bubblegum, did the devious hand of friendship trick, and
responded to the crowd's "1-2-3" chant by saying "4".  The crowd picked up
on this relatively fast.  Who says there aren't any Doink fans?  The Kid
won, yep, yep.

The final match of the night was the 6 man elimination match.  Luna Tunes
wasn't present.  (Joe:  "Must be washing her hair."). Bam Bam Bigelow,
Shawn Michaels and Diesel took on Martyr Jannetty, Tatanka, and Mr.
Perfect.  Jannetty was eliminated first, to no one's surprise.  I say he
was injured, Joe didn't buy it, but he did make an extended stop before
limping to the dressing room.  Anyway, if you remember the MSG report, you
know that Tatanka and Bigelow were counted out next, and Diesel was DQ'd
breaking the Perfectplex on Michaels.  Perfect and Michaels go at it until
they both lie there...then Perfect puts an arm on him for the pin. 
Everyone leaves before Perfect can pose.

All in all, the SuperCard had its ups and downs.  We still haven't
recovered from that Undertaker match. 

Next card is at Arco on 2 October...the matches we remember are
Luger/Borga, 'Zima/'Taker, Kid/Michaels, Perfect/Diesel, Hughes/Ramon,
MOM/Well Dunn, Steiners/Bigelow and Bomb.  I think that's it.  No mention
of the 27 September *DEMO EVENT*, so I guess I'm not supposed to know what
that is.  I may never find out.

Anyway, that's it for now...next report after Sunday's SSS. 

Christopher Robin Zimmerman, field reporting with Joe Mendes
 / zimmerma@ucrengr.ucr.edu / jmendes@koko.csustan.edu /