Ancient Andre from the Archives: Andre the Giant vs. Franz Van Buyten (Aired 1/20/68)
Andre the Giant vs. Franz Van Buyten (Aired 1/20/68)
I have no idea why this came out now. I'm just glad it did. This is one of the earliest Andre matches we've seen and it's potentially his first title win. Van Buyten is a guy we just have bits and pieces of at disparate points of his career. We have him in Germany against Lasartesse and Dave Taylor and Terry Rudge in the mid-late 80s. We have him in one of my favorite comedy performances of all time in a 6 man against Andre in 1973 IWE. This is a straight up title match with him absolutely shining.
After about eight minutes of ceremony, this gets going. It's actually structured unlike many Andre matches I've seen, but in a way that I really love. Van Buyten, the more experienced technician (champion even), who has dozens of tools in his arsenal, has to figure out how to deal with the problem of Andre. The problem of Andre in 1968 is different than in 1978 or 1988 when he was thicker, slower, easier to keep grounded once you got him down. Here he was all arms and legs, with incredible strength and incredible reach. Just twisting an ankle or stepping over for some sort of legvine was near impossible, and if Van Buyten somehow managed it, Andre would be within reach of the ropes almost no matter where he was in the ring.
This played out in practice. There's a 30+ second segment at the start of Van Buyten trying desperately to get a leglock of some sort on. He does everything from attacking at the leg to trying to ride it down with all of his body weight, to no avail as Andre shrugs him off in the end. The sheer struggle of it was tremendous though. Ultimately, Van Buyten's able to use his speed and skill and sheer aggression and confidence to hold his own during this first third. He'll leap right into Andre just to get a front facelock on, will dive head first into Andre's torso just to buy some distance to lock in another cravat. He knows his only chance at long term survival is to keep these holds on; if Andre gets his hands on him, it's over. So he hangs on even as Andre tries to shrug him off, leading, at one point, to Andre taking a fly mare (an appropriate naming, as opposed to a snap mare, believe it or not), but Andre's just too big and too lanky and any movement around the ring takes him towards the ropes.
The culmination of this is a pair of 'ranas, outright, real, true ones. One unfortunate development in wrestling over the last fifty or so years is that we've come to take so many spots for granted. Things are done for the sake of doing them and without the purpose or struggle that something newly developed might have. Here, to hit that first rana, Van Buyten has to twist his body back and forth. Absolutely nothing in this match is taken for granted. Everything Van Buyten does is fought for. Part of that was the fact that he was trying to do it to Andre, yes, but so much of it was just about the fact that this was a match from Frace in 1968. Times were different and the struggle was visceral.
The middle of the match is Andre getting his hands on Van Buyten. Yes, it's a bear hug. Yes, it's an Andre bear hug, but it's like none you've ever seen. There is struggle here to go along with the selling, and Van Buyten has to sell this. Andre's winning the match and it's up to Van Buyten to keep himself over by both showing how hard he's fighting and also showing Andre to be the threat that he is. In the end, though, he tries to hip top his way out of the bearhug, which is a crazy thought, and Andre hangs on, causing both men to tumble to the mat.
The finishing stretch is all about Van Buyten's skill and desperation against Andre's inevitable strength. Towards the end, as Van Buyten tries to charge at him once more, Andre lifts him up for a first press-slam into a gut buster. Then, remarkably, Van Buyten tries it again. When you're watching a match from an alien time and an alien place, in an alien style, with one wrestler you're only passingly familiar with, there's always a danger of reading too much or too little into the text. Here, though, I feel fairly sure of myself. Van Buyten all but jumped into the second press slam-gutbuster, without the struggle of the first or most of the rest of the match. This surprised me in the moment, until it became relatively clear that it was part of a broader gambit. At the moment of contact (knee to stomach), he arched his body, grabbing hold to Andre and rolling him over. It was a moment of true sacrifice, a desperate gambit late in the match to get the advantage back, to lock on one pin attempt or hold that might win the day, to fight the tide of Andre's gargantuan presence. It failed. Andre was too big, too lanky, and no matter where he was, just too close to the ropes. After a clean break, Van Buyten, selling the side, came up firing, a last ditch attempt at survival, firing off nasty forearm blows. Andre shrugged them off and lifted him for a third press slam-gutbuster. One slam later and it was over.
This was great and we're lucky to have it. It's maddening to think what else might be locked up in a warehouse in France, but exciting as well. It's a testament to both men that they could have a match like this so early into Andre's run and it's also a testament to them that their interaction five years later in Japan was so wildly different and so differently entertaining. Hopefully more of these might slip out in the months to come.
Labels: Andre the Giant, Franz Van Buyten, French Catch
6 Comments:
The other one that came out yesterday is much longer and even better, mainly because it is given more time. Young Andre in tiny white trunks is a sight to behold, they stand out so much against the darkness of the auditorium they whole thing looks like a Caravaggio painting at times, all high contrast and potential violence.
The audience is all in suits and is the most impossibly French thing I have ever seen. You can practically smell the Pastis.
Treasures, these. Treasures.
Matt! So glad you're back-ish.
You guys need to do a Complete and Accurate Andre!
DO IT!
I'll second the request for a complete and accurate Andre, and help out with this: another one of these just came out.
Broadcast on the first day of 1968 means this happened sometime in '67, making it the earliest footage we have of the Giant?
He is so physically fit here, narrower and leaner than he'd be even by the WHO match in 1970, certainly a different body type than he'd have five years later in the Japanese matches we have from 72-73.
In this classic, he's wrestling Scarface, which sounds much classier in French, I am sure. He's stout and pudgy and built like a sailor in the Merchant Marines, all biceps, torso and gut.
He's older here, in his mid-forties or so. He'd have been a teen during the Occupation. Maybe he made and lost a fortune playing one side against the other, profiteering from both the resistance and the Nazis.
Maybe that's how he got them scars...
There is a struggle over a full nelson here that is downright epic. All of these old French Catch guys range from fundamentally solid to innovative and spectacular. Visage de Cicatrice doesn't bust out any "real ranas" but he brawls like a sonofabitch and knows how to cheat real good. When he is getting overwhelmed by Andre's size and awesomeness, he chokes and dickpunches like a right bastard and he has no concern for the safety of the poor balding referee, either.
Work here is basic but deeply compelling because of the struggle. Scarface gives the proto-icon nothing easy. Never a clean break, always bullshitting and whinging. When Andre gets tangled in the ropes, Scarface kicks seven different kinds of dog crap out of him. Merci, he's mericless. He's strong but he's wily and did I mention, he's brilliant with a dick punch? Every man is the same size after getting drilled in the pills.
Andre retaliates with some Thatcher-esque arm wrenching. After seeing these three matches plus the NWA title match with Harley in House, future sentences comparing those two should read thusly: "Thatcher really tries to work the arm like Andre the Giant used to."
And then the ending just rules the motherfucking earth. The fit of pure violence unleashed is awe-inspiring, like very little violence I've ever seen before, and lads, I been around a bit.
To mix metaphors, there are shades of Buentello vs Menne in the ending, shades of Foreman vs Lyle, shades of Hammer Girl vs a whole subway car full of hitmen from The Raid 2.
French Catch is a cultural treasure more glorious than that overrated tower. Its better than bistros. Its better than steak frites. Its better than that pretty boy Macron. No, wait, steak frites is better. Thats it.
Viva la Resistance, Viva Andre, Viva la dick punch.
"Who" was Frank Valois. Stupid placeholder. I've been over-served. I'll show myself out.
the following footage of young Andre exists:
= February 11, 1966: Jean Ferre debuts
= February 12, 1966: Jean Ferre training
= September 24, 1966: Jean Ferre vs. Andre Bollet in Mulhouse
= February 20, 1967: Jean Ferre vs. Robert Gastel in Reims
= April 6, 1967: Jean Ferre vs. Robert Gastel in Rouen
= 1968: Jean Ferre vs. Scarface le Balafre in Stains [full match]
= January 5, 1968: Jean Ferre training for his upcoming World Title match
= January 20, 1968: Jean Ferre vs. Franz Van Buyten for the World Title [full match]
= January 22, 1968: Jean Ferre vs. Jack de Lasartesse in Strasbourg
= March 2, 1968: Jean Ferre vs. Jack de Lasartesse in Bourges
= March 23, 1968: Jean Ferre arriving in Marseille
= 1969: Jean Ferre vs. Andre Bollet in Paris for Coupe du Salon [full match]
= February 4, 1969: Jean Ferre vs. Jean Pierre Bustin in Dijon
= February 17, 1969: Jean Ferre in a handicap match in Caen
= March 17, 1969: Jean Ferre vs. Jean Pierre Bustin in Evreux for the World Title
= March 24, 1969: Jean Ferre vs. Ivan Strogoff in Thaon
= September 17, 1969: Jean Ferre in a handicap match in Rouen
= October 25, 1969: Jean Ferre vs. Robert Duranton
= March 10, 1970: Jean Ferre vs. Jean Pierre Bustin in Metz for the World Title
= April 11, 1970: Jean Ferre vs. Jean Pierre Bustin in Besancon
= October 31, 1970: Jean Ferre vs. Frank Valois in Paris [full match]
= December 12, 1970: Jean Ferre vs. Jack de Lasartesse & someone else in Le Mans
= March 2, 1971: Jean Ferre in Amiens
= August 2, 1971: Jean Ferre arriving in Nice
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