Date: March 28, 1999
Venue: First Union Center, Philly, PE
Attendance: 20,276
(Note: The following post was written prior to the McMahon lawsuit from January 2024).
Last year, Wrestlemania kicked off a period that would be the most profitable period in the WWF’s history, the Attitude era. It also kicked off a bunch of controversy in relation to pushing the envelope, but it got the job done in promoting the promotion as a fast-paced, edgy product that WCW could never pull off. While the storylines on WWF television made little sense at time, it helped that the writing and action was a tad better and more intense than what was being offered on WCW, who were merely content showing off the same stars that made them famous and not making any conscious effort to make any new stars. Because of this, along with the incredible Austin/McMahon rivalry that dominated WWF television among other factors, the WWF was able to change its fortunes and reclaim its spot as the top wrestling promotion in North America.
A year after Wrestlemania XIV, which was an awesome in itself, we got Wrestlemania XV. And if there was any show that served as the very epitome of “Russorific”… THIS would be it.
I’ve once said that Wrestlemania XV is like the village idiot: filled with such stupid shit and yet you can’t help but laugh at its plight or pleasure. Watching recently, it’s painfully clear that this show has aged terribly over the years and the stuff that’s been floating around here is pretty wretched. Mania’s first Hell In A Cell match featured a hanging that was disturbing (whereas a hanging would be greatly welcomed at THIS year’s Cell match), a wrestler who got lucky in a boxing tournament got his lights knocked out by Butterbean, Pete Rose got tombstoned by Kane once again, and on top of all that, we had Nicole Bass… whose manly physique would give Chyna a run for her money… or something.
If there was any saving grace, it was Rock/Austin. A good main event with a satisfying finish even with all the bullshit taking place. But their Backlash encounter the following month would be a much better affair.
Where to, Stephanie? To the scrapheap!
This was during the height of the Attitude era, back when Vince on TV as a despicable asshole was pure genius and not a tiresome attempt at past glory… but that didn’t excuse the number of stupid ideas scattered here. Like I said before, this show hasn’t aged well and is pretty unbearable to watch.
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