It begins with Jerry Lawler blathering and slobbering like a pubescent 12-year old over a supposed "sneak peek" at Sable and the "string bikini" that she's going to be wearing later in the evening. I know it's all an act but seriously, the idiocy of Jerry Lawler's slobbering was almost enough to make me turn this off before it even started. Then we begin the card with a match between Val Venis (I have to admit, that name/spelling has to be one of the funniest the WWF ever came up with) and Jeff Jarrett. This is the first time I've seen Val Venis in a match (for those late to the game, I bowed out of watching pro wrestling in the early 1990's and I'm just now trying to catch up on the years that I missed) and he still shows signs of being a bit of a rookie. Great performer and definitely knows how to entertain, but his ring skills are somewhat limited. They made it an interesting match, though. Next up, a match I have ZERO interest in as it features two wrestlers - and their respective cronies - that I wouldn't walk across my front lawn to watch: Sean Waltman (the small imitator who likes to pretend he's a professional athlete) and D'Lo Brown (another junior-league nobody who capitalizes on the much-more-entertaining athleticism of his buddies). As if these two weren't awful enough, you have that bull dyke Joan Laurer out there. Why people ever cheered for that freak of nature, I have no idea. RIP, you drug-addled muscle-bound cretin. Next up is a match that (again) really doesn't interest me, between two of the plethora of "temporary" tag-teams the WWE tried out: "Farooq" (Ron Simmons) and Scorpio vs Terry Funk and Bradshaw. Again, these are two of the many tag-team formulas the WWE tried to make work and nothing ever happened. And this match reflects why. Can you say _BORING_ boys and girls? I thought you could... Next on the menu, yet another loser that I have no interest in (apparently I didn't miss a lot during those years I stayed away), Leon White as "Vader" vs Mark Henry. Granted, I always thought Mark Henry was a little bit of a marvel because I recall as just a young boy seeing pictures of Henry in the _Guiness Book of World Records_ setting the world record for heaviest dead lift but his transition to the atmosphere of professional wrestling didn't work all that well. Of course, this match does absolutely NOTHING to help make Henry look like a professional wrestler, due to Leon White's own very limited in-ring skills. Following this was a brief appearance by the WWF tag-team champions, Kane and Mankind, gloating about The Undertaker's failure to appear; this was interrupted by a challenge from the New-Age Outlaws who went head-to-head in an all-out attack on Kane and Mankind, setting up another storyline. Now we have a match featuring Paul Ellering's (supposed) new team, the "Disciples of Anarchy" vs Ellering's old (and original) tag-team, the "LOD 2000". (Still rolling my eyes about that one.) This was the former tag-team greats, The Road Warriors, but in biker shorts, motorcycle helmets, and new haircuts. Not a bad match but still (understandably) a far, far cry from their glory days when they were one of the most feared tag teams in all of sports entertainment. Next on the card is some ridiculous "dungeon match" in the (supposed) infamous "Dungeon" of Stu Hart where so many pro wrestlers have been trained. This was some sort of "submission match" between Ken Shamrock vs Owen Hart which was mercifully very short-lived. It was laughably bad. Now we have the Intercontinental Championship match between "The Rock" (Dwayne Johnson) vs "Triple H" (Paul Levesque). This match _could have_ held my attention, on paper, but I can't stand having to watch that freak Joan Laurer...and with any and every De-Generation X match, you _know_ there will be outside interference and the match will never be won cleanly. So why bother sitting through this one? To make matters worse, this was a "2 out of 3 falls" match, meaning you had to sit through this three times longer than any human being should have to. You knew that at some point, that undersized, unshaven, unwashed tiny little wanna-be Sean Waltman would try to get his "fifteen minutes of fame" by interfering in the match, and sure enough... Can someone let that boy's mama know that he's running around unsupervised? What makes this particular match even more frustrating is that the athletics and the performance between Triple H and The Rock were enough to be a superb match; they really sold it, and it was a great match. Why the WWF felt they kept having to input the whole "Chyna" and other De-Generation X stuff (along with the "Nation of Domination" interference) is beyond me. These two guys put on a great show and didn't need all that outside junk to make it entertaining. Next we have the "Bikini Contest" between Sable and Jacquelyn...and I, for one, did not find at all amusing Dustin Runnels (aka "Golddust" but not in character for some reason) "prayer" before the bikini contest. I'm not sure if that was the WWE's feeble attempt to shame Christians or those who choose to pray, but it was offensive to me. We're definitely in the "Attitude Era" now (which segues into the "Rated R Era" for obvious reasons) as Sable and Jacquelyn strip down to the bare essentials in an effort to win the adoration and applause of a bunch of horny fans. Classy, huh? Finally the main event between "Stone Cold" Steve Austin and The Undertaker vs. Kane and Mankind for the WWF Tag-Team Championship. The buildup to this was as great as the match itself, and the match itself was enough to (almost) make you forget all the stupidity with De-Generation X and those peabrained idiots. You had to sit through a lot of stupidity but that main event (and the bikini contest, I admit!) was enough to pretty much even things out. I would call this one well worth watching.