IWA Mid-South Interlude: Funk vs. Dougie and a Chain
Chain Match: Terry Funk vs. Doug Gilbert IWA-MS 3/13/97
ER: They already uploaded the fun Doug/Mantel vs. Gordy/Severn tag from the next year's Eddie memorial, and this was another one I wanted to see, from the original memorial show. Doug Gilbert is an odd wrestler. He is very likely an odd human being. I have seen many Doug matches where he looked like a terrible pro wrestler. He kind of looked like a terrible wrestler through parts of this. But Dougie brings something to the table that most guys can't even touch, and that is that he almost always looks angry, wild-eyed, and borderline unprofessional. He has an aura where you think something off the books could happen at any moment. It often doesn't, but there's always that chance, that look. He's a guy I'd rather know almost nothing about, outside of what is presented within the ring. I feel like if I found out Doug is a happily married father of three who owns a semi-successful Pep Boys franchise with two other guys, I would forever not care about another old Doug Gilbert match again. But I know next to nothing about Doug, other than what I've seen in the ring, and he almost always comes off as unhinged.
But thennnnnn Tommy Fucking Gilbert runs out and starts beating the shit out of Dory while Dory wears his stupid sweat shorts. Doug just wanders off and leaves Tommy to fight with Terry around the building, back to the merch, and then toss chairs at each other right next to Tommy's wife. Human perception is a funny thing. It's fascinating to think of how other humans view you, both physically and as a person. At this point in your life you're bored with your own looks. You see yourself every day, presumably know your best and worst features. But there are other people out there who view you in ways that you don't view yourself. Some positive, some negative. You may see yourself as a nice guy, someone you know may view you as a real jerk. And so I sat there wondering what Tommy Gilbert's wife thought of him, as he stood there not 5 feet away from her, wearing small red trunks, holding a chair up in self-defense as Terry Funk yelled at him, yelling that his son had no guts. There's her husband of over two decades, in his underwear, brandishing a chair, fighting another man in his 50s. "That's my guy. That's my Tommy." Later that night, she would raffle off a dead son's ring jacket.
Labels: Doug Gilbert, IWA-MS, Terry Funk, Tommy Gilbert
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