Note
from Triple Kelly: The David Koresh of ECW becomes
a depressed rich white kid from a WB television
show in WCW, with The Sandman as his wacky sitcom
neighbor.
I
didn’t think it was possible, but the
Sci-Fi Channel finally found something even
more depressing than that episode of The
Twilight Zone where Burgess Meredith broke
his glasses before he could read all existing
collected editions of Penthouse Forum.
As you probably know, this past June saw Vince
McMahon’s ECW debut on Sci-Fi, earning
respectable ratings. Not to beat a dead horse
with a broken record, but that…thing…on
Sci-Fi is closer to Tuesday Night Titans
than the classic ECW Hardcore TV of
yesteryear.
If you didn’t live through the ECW revolution
of the 90s, you’ll never understand just
how cutting edge and ahead of its time ECW truly
was. Also, you probably saved a lot of money
by not getting screwed over by bad tape traders
every other flippin’ week. The Zombies,
Macho Libres, and Rene Duprees who foul today’s
airwaves are a far cry from ECW classics like
Mick Foley’s anti-hardcore promos, New
Jack’s anti-everyone promos, and the single
greatest feud of the 90s.
Sure, Austin-McMahon and WCW-nWo raked in more
scratch, but when it came to storytelling, drama,
and surprises, nothing could touch the two-year
bloodfeud between Raven and Tommy Dreamer. ECW’s
defining feud had everything: Hot broads, cool
promos, plunder by the ton, and more twists
and turns than Vince Russo contracting osteoporosis
while playing Pole Position with a corkscrew.
No disrespect to Tommy, but it was the breakout
character of Raven that fueled the war.
Scott
Levy was a talented-as-hell enthusiastic up-and-comer
who wrestled ‘round the biz as Scotty
The Body and Scotty Flamingo before landing
in the WWF as the cartoonish Johnny Polo, a
spoiled rich kid. Levy made the most of it as
both a manager and color commentator, but it
was painfully obvious that the WWF had no plans
for him beyond managing The Quebecers and quipping
with Gorilla Monsoon. It was early-1995 when
Levy tooned out and debuted at the ECW Arena,
unveiling one of the most drastic transformations
in wrestling history. Fans were shocked when
Levy turned up as Raven, a grunged-up, burned
out, cold, calculating, Machiavellian mastermind
with the charisma of a cult leader. Polo no
mo’, for the first real time, Scott Levy
was allowed to literally figuratively spread
his wings.
Eric Bischoff scored a major coup when Raven
flew the coop to perch at WCW in 1997. With
his Flock of flunkies in tow, Raven slowly began
to capture the imagination of WCW fans during
the promotion’s glory days. Fans took
notice, but backstage politics eventually made
Raven into a lame duck. I’m not going
to point fingers at anyone, but here’s
the word from the bird:
“(Hulk) Hogan's a piece of sh*t. He's
a f**king a**hole. That motherf**ker sabotaged
my career so f**king bad. I mean every meeting
he would go in there, and I got a bunch of witnesses',
you know, the f**ker would go in there and go
'eh, this kid can't draw money this kid can't
do that'. He's a f**king a**hole.” –
Raven, during a 2000 appearance on Wrestling
Observer Live
Come 1999, WCW started an angle that was to
begin the next chapter in Raven’s saga,
reinventing him with something of a second coming.
Instead, the angle’s “payoff”
could very well have killed the character forever,
had fans really been paying attention. The angle
began as Raven was slowly consumed by the lifelong
despair that haunted him. That’s right,
Raven refused to play dodgeball because he was
sad.
Scotty
The Broody’s depression snowballed
to the point where Raven would actually
get to the ring and start sleeping on
the job.
Yes, yes, there are countless WCW punchlines
to be had. But if I bit on every straight
line this thing handed me, we’d
never get out of here.
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Nevertheless,
Kanyon stood by his man, unsuccessfully
attempting to cheer up Rave. “The
Innovator Of Offense” was Raven’s
last remaining ally after Saturn freed
the Flock at Fall Brawl 98.
Kanyon
ultimately revealed that Raven was born
into a wealthy family while ironic signs
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It
was right about now that things got strange.
Someone must have taken Ernest “The
Cat” Miller’s catchphrase
literally, because next thing you know,
someone had called Raven’s mama!
Not even that silver-bearded Samson, Doug
Dillinger could keep this determined woman
from finding her “Scotty”
(a.k.a. Raven, which they reallllllly
should have made clearer considering there
were like half a dozen wrestlers named
“Scott” running around WCW
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our next installment, Mama Raven (played
by an actress whose name I couldn’t
be arsed to research) was finally reunited
with her Scotty.
Mama Raven convinced Scotty to come home
to roost while that sleazebag Mean Gene
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Next
thing we knew, Raven returned home to
his mansion to eat his lobster. Hilarity
erupted as Mama Raven asked Scotty if
he would like a nice ham sandwich.
See, it was funny because orthodox Jewish
people don’t eat ham. They consider
ham a taboo meat.
Um, you did know that Raven is Jewish,
didn’t you? Well, he is. In hindsight,
the full comedic impact of this knee-slapper
would probably have been better served
had I mentioned that from the outset.
Then again, WCW never mentioned it at
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The
following vignette introduced us to two
more members of the Raven Family. Raven
and Mother Hen were joined by Raven’s
grandma, Mrs. Peacock… |
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his sister, Swallow.
I kid. Her name was Chastity, and she
was fired approximately six minutes
into her WCW career when someone tipped
off Turner higher-ups that she had performed
in a porn video. (Seriously.)
(Note
from RD: I would like to point out tht
this would also be in stark contrast
to say, WWE, where such information
would likely lead to a promotion.)
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don’t look now, but things got REALLY
crazy when we met Jim, the wacky neighbor!
Yup, that’s the Sandman. As if domesticating
Raven wasn’t bad enough, WCW took
the cane-swinging, beer-guzzling, cigarette-smoking,
wife-pimping hardcore icon and turned
him into Eddie f’n Haskell.
I
told you not to look. |
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Then
Kanyon took a bump into the pool.
KOMEDY!
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Raven
and Jim had all sorts of preposterously
outrageous adventures, like the time they…um…played
backgammon. |
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Subplot
alert! In the classic episode Raven
And Jim Rummage Through The Garage,
Raven found pictures of his mentor,
the legendary “Rowdy” Roddy
Piper.
I admit it. I honestly thought that
the angle’s payoff would be the
revelation that Hot Rod was Raven’s
father. Pretty sad, huh?
Even sadder, the real payoff turned
out to be far, far worse.
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The
final sketch saw Kanyon again crashing
Raven’s pity party. But this time,
things were different.
Is
Raven…smiling?
Look, I’m not one of those fan-fic-writing
e-fed chat room quarterbacks who goes
around telling wrestlers how they should
play their characters, but dammit...
RAVEN
SHOULD NOT SMILE.
More blasphemy ensued as Raven would periodically
pause to break character, look at the
camera, and share a sly wink with we,
the viewing audience. What happened to
the Raven we knew and loved?
Breaking tables = Good
Breaking the fourth wall = Bad
What the hell was this? Ferris Bueller’s
Day Off? Raven took Kanyon for a
spin in Cameron’s dad’s car
to end Act I. |
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Given
his admitted history of drug and alcohol
abuse, withdrawals were nothing new for
Raven. But in this case, he went to the
bank to cash his WCW paycheck for five
months of sitting on his ass. There was
a reason the boys referred to Bischoff
as “ATM Eric” don’chaknow. |
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…but
yet another mystery had painfully obvious
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After
their makeover, the Metrosexuals On
A Mission painted the town red! Or they
just used all the cash to buy a bunch
of cheesy location shots. Either’s
good.
First
stop: Sophie’s Bistro! No way!
They really went to Sophie’s Bistro?!
In true yenta fashion, I immediately
called my best friend, Sean Carless,
of www.thewrestlingfan.com
fame. Like myself, he couldn’t
believe it.
Him: “What’s that?”
Me: “Dude, that’s Sophie’s
Bistro!”
Him: “Sophie’s Bistro?”
Me: “Yup.”
Him: “That’s Sophie’s
Bistro?!”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Him: “That’s not Sophie’s
Bistro.”
Me: “Yes sir, that is indeed Sophie’s
Bistro.”
Him: “Wow. (Long pause) That’s
Sophie’s Bistro!”
Him: “Told ya.”
Him: (Longer pause) “What the
hell is Sophie’s Bistro?”
[In the above exchange, replace “What”
with “Who,” and “Sophie’s
Bistro” with “Bobby Eaton,”
and you’ll have the transcript
from a Q&A session I once had with
some idiot sitting behind me at a WCW
live event. True story. It wasn’t
Sean, though. I don’t think.]
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With
the night in full swing, the boys dropped
by that ritzy hotspot, uh, Bar. For Raven’s
sake, I hope Kanyon didn’t pick
out this one. |
Then
the decadent duo ate pizza. Was it really,
really expensive pizza? Or maybe they
bought the whole pizza parlor. “Million-Dollar
Man” Ted DiBiase never thought of
that one, did he? |
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We
can only pray that this is just a place
where the lads stopped for pastries
and not, say, pasties.
I’d
hate to think that I share a basic genetic
humanoid structure with any sentient
being that could possibly think “Jellyrolls”
is a good name for a strip club.
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Ahhh,
now this is more like it! The Gold Club
is actually one of the most famous strip
clubs in the world! Mind you, it’s
famous for a far-reaching 2001 scandal,
during which it was alleged Eric Bischoff
brought a stripper back to his hotel room
to give Mrs. Bischoff a “private
show” (ahem).
So
what the hell was Kanyon doing here? |
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Somewhere
in there, Kanyon logically asked why Richie
Raven lives like a damn dirty hippie on
the road.
Raven’s
answer forever changed the way I would
look at the man Paul Heyman used to call
“the David Koresh of pro wrestling.”
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And that was it. Now let’s reflect on
what we just learned. All those years, Raven’s
barbed-wire-slashing, opponent-crucifying, Kurt-Angle-offending
insidious acts of evil were just to annoy his
mommy.
But who knows? Maybe Scott Levy had an ace up
his sleeve. Maybe it would have been something
so brilliant, so creative, so twisted, it would
have washed away the bad taste left from all
those weeks at Stately Raven Manor. Maybe Raven
could have come out of it recharged and reinvigorated.
Maybe Raven really could have soared through
the glass ceiling and ascended to mainstream
main event status. We’ll never know.
A full year before Stone Cold hit, Raven was
the most original heel the business had seen
in years. Raven had the look, the gimmick, and
the talent to go all the way. At the very least,
he deserved the benefit of the doubt to fully
tell his story as he envisioned it. But WCW
disagreed, and yet another license-to-print-money
gimmick was dead and buried. And really, if
you were expecting anything less from WCW at
this point, our man Raven
has three words for you. 

That’s so Raven!
Special thanks to www.olcalwayswins.com
for the WOL quote.
DEDICATED
TO RIC "HOTLINE" CARTER
I just learned that Ric "Hotline"
Carter has passed away. What I feel is a combination
of shock, numbness, and much sadness.
It was through Ric that I was delivered unto
the prophet Bill "Potshot" Kunkel,
who would become my personal guru-slash-Dr.
Frankenstein. Ric, Bill, Roman Gomez, and myself
watched the Halloween Havoc 95 PPV, "highlighted"
by The Giant falling off Cobo Hall. The wisecracks
flew, and just like that, we were off and running.
About this time in my life, I was teetering
between the Apter mags and the "sheets."
Ric and Bill had a big
hand in shoving me over the edge to the dark
side, and suddenly, I had a whole new way to
look at and enjoy my favorite sport.
To this day, I give them as much credit (and
blame) for who I am as anyone.
You see, it was 1994 when I stumbled across
a show called "WrestleTalk" on AM
radio, hosted by Ric and Bill. Before there
was an ISP in every room, WrestleTalk was years
ahead of its time, dishing the dirt and doing
so hilariously. The best was when they were
joined by Mick "Cactus Jack" Foley,
who was promoting an October match against Sabu.
The show ended with the following exchange:
Foley: "Dewey, tell 'em who your daddy
is!"
(Then-infant
Dewey mumbled some baby talk into the phone.)
Foley:
"Did you hear what he said?"
Ric: "Did he say 'Owen Hart?'"
I
was on the floor, Bill howled, and even Foley
had to put over Ric out-zinging him. It was
at this match where I met Ric and Bill for the
first time and found they were every bit as
funny in person. During the main event, Foley,
who was under the mistaken impression that Ric
had called him "washed up," took the
mic and insisted he was "not washed up,
you Ric Carter scumbag!!" Most of the fans
didn't know what to make of that, but
Ric marked out. Even people who follow the biz
might have difficulty understanding why a world
famous wrestler calling one a "scumbag"
in a crowded room could be considered a personal
highlight, but you just had to know Ric. Ric
was one of those guys who could bust your chops
for hours on end, and it just endeared you to
him that much more.
Trivia: In his first book, Have A Nice Day,
Foley briefly talked about this match. This
was the match where Foley and Sabu brawled up
into the casino area, culminating with a piledriver
on a blackjack table. Furthermore, WrestleTalk
was the Las Vegas radio show Foley mentioned
in the book.
Another classic Ric line occurred at a following
Silver Nugget show, where Ric approached Roy
Lucier, who had driven in from California for
the Sabu vs. Terry Funk main event. As everyone
was lined up at the door, Ric pointed over to
the scoreboard at the nearby sports book and
said, "Look, the odds of Roy getting kicked
out tonight are 2 to 1!" (Dave Meltzer
and other veterans of the 90s west coast scene
will fully appreciate that one.)
But my fondest memories of Ric were the times
when he, Bill, Reid, Roman, Doni, Kim, and myself
would take in Fabulous Moolah's then-annual
LIWA (Ladies International Wrestling Association)
shows at the Union Plaza ballroom, circa 90s.
Whether it was Roman yelling "We're not
graduating!" when they inevitably played
"Pomp And Circumstance" instead of
"The Star-Spangled Banner" or Bill
astutely pointing out that one of the lady wrestlers
"looks like Mabel had a sexchange,"
by the end of the night, my face hurt from laughing
so hard. Forgive my hubris, but we owned that
f'n
room.
Moolah would promote her cards on Ric's show,
and Ric was brought in as a referee every now
and then. For our crew, seeing just how horrible
a picture of Ric they always managed to stick
in the program was worth the price of admission
alone. At the June '96 show, a mixed tag match
saw a wrestler named Angie Jane T bleed hardway
from the nose after a move went awry with her
opponent, Joanie Lee (a.k.a. Joanie "Chyna"
Laurer). I started an enthusiastic chant of
"She's hardcore," which echoed throughout
the ballroom. Unlike us, however, the office
was not amused. At next year's gala, a request
was made to me, "Don't get us in trouble
with that ECW sh*t again." Ric later clarified
that due to the chant, he was not invited to
referee at the '97 show. I rightly took the
heat, but I pointed out, "Dude, you were
chanting too!" He shot back, "I know!
That's why!" I apologized, but he just
laughed.
On a personal note, when I wrote my first full-length
wrestling satire piece back in 1997 (a goofball
piece about Bischoff and McMahon waging a bidding
war over Al Snow's Head), Ric was the first
person to call me and tell me it was great.
As corny as this sounds, I always thought Ric
considered me a mark (which, to be fair, I was),
so a thumbs-up from him meant a lot to me.
It
still does.
Speaking
of 1997, remember Eddie vs. Rey at Halloween
Havoc from Las Vegas? Grab your copy of that
PPV and pop it in for a minute. During the intros,
Las Vegan Mike Tenay briefly reminisced about
the unique longtime wrestling fans in LV. He
mentioned Ric by name, and as we all know, the
next 18 minutes turned into the greatest match
in WCW PPV history. Ric loved the biz so much,
I can't help but take a little solace in the
fact that this slice of immortality is a small
part of his legacy. Thank you, Mike.
Speaking
of which, I'm hardly the first to say this,
but Ric's true legacy is in the amazing family
he leaves behind and the countless number of
times he put a smile on the face of everyone
he knew. There is no doubt in my mind that my
life would have been significantly different
had I never discovered Wrestletalk, nor met
the mad geniuses behind it. Am I a better person
for having known Ric? Who's to say? But I had
a hell of a lot more fun, that's for sure. My
heart and prayers go out to Ric's family and
friends. Ric "Hotline" Carter was
one of a kind and those of us in his "other"
family know that the get-togethers at Las Vegas
indy shows will never be the same again.
Harry
Simon
090906
harry@wrestlecrap.com
- Kanyon: “Raven the knucklehead has decided
once again that’s he’s not gonna
come out here with me! (Fans boo and groan…and
this was seven years before that setup grabbed
its ankles.) And I don’t care! I don’t
care because it’s his fault – He
is the reason that last week, in front of all
my homies, my name went down in the record book
as the loser who ended the twenty-plus year
losing streak known as the Armstrong curse!”
- Kanyon:
“‘Vurr-SEIS?’ What is that?
I – I never even heard of it.”
Raven (mocking Kanyon): “‘What’s
that? I never heard of it. What’s vurr-SEIS?’
It’s ‘vurr-sah-chay’. Wotta
maroon. Come on, I’m buying you some clothes.”
Kanyon: “You’re buying me clothes?”
Raven: “Mm.”
Kanyon: “Yeah?”
Raven: “Mm.” (Overwhelmed, Kanyon
hugs Raven and coos affectionately.)
- Kanyon:
“I thought you were always depressed.”
Raven: “What’s there to be depressed
about? I’ve got cars like these!”
Kanyon: “These are yours?”
Raven: “Yeah!”
Kanyon: “Then why are we always driving
around in a piece of crap?”
Raven: (Turning to the camera) “He don’t
get it.” (Turning back to Kanyon) “Because
it drives her crazy!”
- Raven:
“What a mark!”
Harry Simon is a trivia-fueled
wisenheimer who has been writing about pro wrestling
off and on for 16 years and counting. In addition
to writing trivia columns for both the Wrestling
Observer and Live Audio Wrestling websites, Harry
has also written for Pro Wrestling Illustrated,
and even contributed a ton of research to fellow
Las Vegan Mike Tenay in preparation for the first
NWA TNA PPV in 2002. Harry has also done play-by-play,
color commentary, and ring announcing for indy
promotions. Harry’s disturbingly popular
column, Clustershmazz, appears here.
(WARNING: Clustershmazz contains foul language
and tasteless humor, and should not be handled
by pregnant women.) |