#268 – OSWP Summer Tour 2020, NIGHT 2 – Portland & Houston

It’s a DOUBLE-SIZED episode of the OSWP with two reviews! On the new OSWP, we continue our summer tour throughout the world visiting towns where wrestling once ruled the city. This episode we visit Portland to see the Dynamite Kid break Curt Hennig’s neck and then we go to Houston to visit Paul Bosch and see a match between Terry Taylor and Butch Reed. Please support the show by visiting the OSWP patreon at patreon.com/oswp! Thanks for listening and we’ll see you…at the matches.


  1. hugues says:

    I have a dog that’s terrified of fireworks so I spend every 4th of July at home watching an old Great American Bash with them while the rest of the family goes out. Last summer it was 1991 which had Black Blood vs Big Josh. I don’t know why I knew that Billy Jack Haynes was Black Blood because he was so out of shape but somehow I remembered that useless fact. I thought it had to be the low point of his life to be wrestling under a mask against someone who ripped-off his prior gimmick.

    Ravinia is the worst and your description of it was spot-on. I’ve been conned into going a couple times and could easily go off for an hour about how horrible it, and the people there, are.

  2. At the beginning of this episode, Black Cat and Dre talked about Ravinia in Highland Park, Ill., “the oldest outdoor music festival in the United States.” This brought up two memories:

    1. We had my high school graduation at Ravinia in 1997, a practice that had ended by 1999 because the rich, white suburban families basically trashed the place in early June with cigar butts and whatnot. (I will blame the truly uppity kids from Lake Forest as well as the dipshits from Stevenson.)

    2. Dre’s description of “if Crate & Barrel put on concerts” is perfect. When we got married in 2002, a bunch of my parents’ friends got us gifts from Crate & Barrel, where we did not register because my wife had never heard of such a store growing up north of the Quad Cities. One of the gifts was a canvas-top picnic table that rolled up into a carrying bag. “What the hell is this?” she asked. “Probably a Ravinia table,” I explained. “What the hell is a Ravinia table?” she countered. Although I threatened to take her there before we had kids, it never materialized and she finally went to her first concert, with the book club ladies, in the summer of 2019. Although it was a classical concert (“1812 Overture” with real cannons), overall she was not impressed.

  3. Jermz says:

    You guys gotta do the “Rumble on the River” Memphis Power Pro. It’s currently available on YouTube. I will say no more as not to spoil it for anyone else.

    Your pal for 268 shows and counting…Jermz!

  4. The Small Package says:

    Hearing you guys talk about the shame of being saddled with the Assassin moniker, I began to think…what is the pecking order of generic non-descript masked wrestlers. If given your choice between being an Assassin, a Super Assassin, a Russian Assassin, an Executioner, or a Los Conquistador, which would you choose.

  5. Nick Mustard says:

    Hey guys, it was great to have you swing thru my home town of Portland Oregon. I was a huge PW fan in its dying days. My dad and I would stay up late on Saturday nights with a plate of snacks to catch it on KPTV channel 12. Most nights I would end up falling asleep before it even came on. But every once in a while, if I managed to keep my eyes open thru Night Court, I would get to see my favorite (and not so favorite) wrestlers. Beetlejuice and The Big Juicer (Art Barr and Demolition Crush), Al Madril, The Bruise Brothers, Roddy Piper and Scotty the Body (Raven) . My dad would keep me laughing by constantly making fun of head commentator Don Coss.

    Then it was just my favorite show. Today it holds a very special place in my heart. It was the same wrestling that my dad and his dad would watch together in the late 60’s. So those old memories of us watching it together in the late 80’s are extra sentimental. A dad passing on the love of wrestling to his son. And the love of ez cheese and crackers. I still love that shit too.

    Portland wrestling was extra real to me because it was local. I could see these people in real life. I got to dance in the ring with Beetlejuice, I screamed at Scotty the Body as he pretended to be startled, and I tried to get the Southern Rockers attention as they flat out ignored me and talked to girls. These are things I never could have done with anyone in the WWF.

    Sadly it went off the air in 91. But the “House Of Action” will always love on in my heart.

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