Tuesday, June 7, 2022

Disco Inferno vs. Scott D'Amore WCW Saturday Night 12-06-1997

Disco Inferno vs. Scott D'Amore WCW Saturday Night 12-06-1997

I didn't expect my first thought after waking up from a nap would be,  I gotta do a Disco Inferno entry"

But here we are.

Usually my first thoughts after naps are, "I have to Pee" or " I want to be back asleep" ",but on this Sunday afternoon, visions of Glen Gilberti danced in my head.  I don't know why. I did my usual nap things.  I shut the blinds.  I crawled under the blanket .I put on an episode of Joe Pera Talks with You. For whatever reason my brain decided that it needed to focus on the WCW midcard. So here we are, as I honor a deal with my past self to discuss The Disco Inferno. Where do I begin? Oh yes, by letting people know my opinion of him as a performer.

Disco Inferno gets way too much shit.

I want to stress the performer part, because as a person I don't have much time for him. I would rather nap. I think it's worth defending his in-ring because  I've seen people become critical of him as a wrestler and talk about how bad he was. How it was a stupid gimmick and he never drew money and a bunch of crap. The gimmick was stupid, but man did Disco make it work. It's a gimmick that never should have lasted a month, but Disco got every last drop out of that gimmick man. He played it so well, and knew his role.  Disco Inferno was always going to top out at a mid-card comedy gimmick, and Disco didn't ever try to steer out of that spot. I always get annoyed when comedy gimmicks become serious because it so rarely works as well.  When Chris Hero evolved from Sweet N Sour Inc Super athlete to the Young Knockout Kid, I hated it. It took me at least a year before I liked the new Hero, and I think it wasn't even until the Kings of Wrestling tag team reformed. You know who hated Sweet N Sour Inc?

 Lance Storm

You know who hates Disco Inferno?

Lance Storm

 Lance hates Fun Chris Hero . Lance hates Disco. Lance is wrong about Hero, which means if my grade school understanding of the transitive property is correct than  Lance Storm is wrong about Disco Inferno

 Disco had moments of being a serious character, but that was it ....just moments. It stood out here and there as the exception not the norm. Most of the time was goofy stuff like, dancing like an idiot, or bringing a diagram to the ring so he could figure out his new finisher. I have never been able to find the footage of that last thing, so please if anyone has it upload it to YouTube so I can talk about it. 

But what has been uploaded, I AM SO GOOD AT TRANSITIONS, is this episode of WCW Saturday Night from 1997. We have the aforementioned Disco Inferno as he takes on a newcomer to the blog Scott D'Amore.  Scott D'Amore is obviously more well known as a prominent member of the TNA brain trust for years. He's been visible as backstage personnel for so long that I honestly forgot he used to be a wrestler.  Disco is out first wearing maybe the ugliest gear I've ever seen. Is Puke orange a thing? I mean, I guess if you drink a lot of Sam Adams Pumpkin Beer and throw it up.  Disco dances his way to the ring and the crowd is really into it, because Disco Inferno is great.

 As a performer

Scott D'Amore is out second, and I can help but imagine he was really trying to get a gig as the third member of High Voltage. Robbie Rage, Kenny Kaos, Scotty Sledge.  Scott's  got the gear and the no neck and everything.  Modern day Scott is a bigger guy, but this Scott D'Amore is just a thick slab of meat. I'm going to guess any of Scott's weight gain is from how much he chews the scenery on his entrance. Settle down dude. Some early chain wrestling that Scott D'Amore wins before he yells a bunch of stuff at Disco. Probably some stuff about how he preferred The Bee Gees before they went disco. GO BACK TO MASSACHUSETTS DISCO. 

Disco and Scott go back to exchanging wristlocks and Disco gets the advantage. Disco has Scott in  a wristlock, but Scott hits a forearm. Scott throws another forearm, but Disco ducks ( get it?) and wrenches the arm. Scott throws another  another forearm, but Disco ducks again ( get it?) and wrenches the arm. Scott throws another another another forearm, but Disco ducks again ( get it?) and wrenches the arm, but this time throws a punch. Solid Comedy spot. Like all great comedy, it should be reacted to not with laughter, but by going " Oh that's funny". What's not funny is how much this sucks. I BELIEVED IN YOU DISCO. Disco throws some kicks and punches and ugh.... a back elbow. At one point Disco hits a fist drop which is good, but when that's the high point I know I'm in trouble. Disco hits a big elbow, but a two count. Both men back to their feet. Disco ducks a clothesline, but hits a flying clothesline of his own that Scott takes a big old bump off of. Much like a bump you would have seen at Studio 54. Disco dances, before D'Amore begs off.  He uses the distraction to gouge Disco in the eyes. Scott has the advantage and proceeds to deliver. 

MORE. 
SHITTY
OFFENSE

Oh my god kill me. He hits a knee to the stomach and then a big flying forearm. Ok, the forearm was cool. Everything else was trash. Scott taunts Disco by dancing but Disco catches him with his Chartbuster finish . Man, it looked awful. Luckily this is over

Hated this. This is my fault for picking a random Disco match instead of vetting it, but man I'm disappointed. I'm guessing this is because this is face Disco instead of chickenshit heel Disco, but maybe it's because I don't want to fully  admit fault. I know there are better Disco Inferno matches out there and I'm going to find them. This one though, this one ain't it. This fucking sucked

Nobody tell Lance Storm about this

TLDR Review
Disco Sucks. D'Amore Sucks. Waking up from Naps Sucks


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