Tuesday is French Catch Day: Corne! Mercier! Samurai!

Jean Corne/Marc Mercier vs Les Samurai 8/21/82

MD: On this last pass with new footage I am a little wistful. Maybe we find some more later but it's just nice to see Jean Corne one last time, even if it was a bit later in his career. This is obviously early in Marc's career. He's only twenty here, I think, and this was a bit of a showcase for his dropkicks, or it was supposed to be. Some hit better than others, though overall he had a number of spots down and felt like he belonged in there more or less, even if he wasn't near the level of Corne or the Yellow Samurai. 

Really loved seeing Corne do his thing here. At the start, he rolled through a mare, and then another, and then just kept rolling and rolling around the ring. The Yellow Samurai then got rolled right out of the ring on a mare. He could still rope run with the best of them and he had some great step over armdrags and what not. The first fall was a short sprint with the stylists having an advantage until the Samurai went dirty first. That led to an abrupt pin off a slam on Corne. He came back fairly quickly in the second fall, which Mercier took eventually with a missile dropkick and body press. It was pretty back and forth overall and they tried to give Mercier a decent amount of shine. There was some ref chicanery towards the end but not enough to really shift the match too much. I'm not sure this would entirely be a memorable one in the grand scheme of the footage, but it was a nice tag that could have been in 72 as well as 82 (a compliment) and a nice final look at Corne. 

SR: Another one of those early 80s tags. Points of curiosity here: they had young fresh upstart Mercier teamed with old guard Jean Corne. Corne could still go a little, although he was more limited. He got a lot of mileage out of his slick foreward rolls. Talk about working smart. Mercier is talented and athletic enough and there were some good exchanges to start. Next point of curiosity: the heels actually did some damage to Corne early. Maybe they were working an injury angle or something since it seemed Cornes back was messed up from a basic body slam and he struggled to keep going. The Samurai did right thing and immediately began targetting his back, with one of them hitting a cool flip senton. It wasn't super expanded upon as Corne ends up making a fairly simple tag and it's not really brought up again safe for another minor injury scare later, but it's a bit of flavor that crept into the old formula of these tags. Other than that the Samurai didn't do a ton here besides bumping a lot and working some choke holds. It was a bit repetitive here and there but overall a solid effort. 

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D3AN~!!! Day 2: MATTHEWS~! STARKZ~!

DEAN~!!! 3 9/6/25

Nicole Matthews vs Billie Starkz

MD: I have absolutely nothing to do with putting these shows on. Can't reiterate that enough. This is Phil and Eric being bold and daring and working with the other Matt and eventually the fine folks at ROH. That said, one note that I, and a lot of other people had, after DEAN 2 was that they should get a women's match on the next one.

And the first name that came to everyone's mind was Nicole Matthews. She's a card carrying member of the club. She knows the secret handshake. She gets it, firsthand. Billie Starkz on the other hand, is more of a fifth of sixth generation creature (I'm more second generation myself, the early days of the board instead of RSPW). She was born into social media, not message boards, but early on in her career she had a couple of select voices in her ears. She may be Athena's No. 1 (actually a different number but I'm not googling it right now) minion, but there's a ~! built into her wrestling DNA whether she actually knows it or not. 

Matthews was naturally de facto face here. She left her fine wine heel gimmick (and the giant goblet that goes with it) at home. Billie on the other hand, is an absolute gremlin, a deranged goblin, a complete menace. Matthews understood the gravitas of the time and the place. Billie was boisterous, bragging that she was the hand-selected ROH rep here to win this first-time match between the two.

So while it was a cold match on paper, the characters really made the thing sing. Billie was incessant, the best possible pimple on the already craggly face of Philadelphia. She messed with Matthews' hair in a headscissors. She switched hands on a test of strength. She slapped her in the face after some chain wrestling. She caught her foot and took a bite out of it. She facewashed her in the middle of the ring. She snuck in an eyepoke during a strike exchange. Incessant. Irritating. Incorrigible.

So, in return, Matthews took her to school. She stretched Starkz with a bow and arrow. She wrenched that hand and drove her to the mat. She chopped right through her in the corner. She stomped away. She caught the foot and drove forearms into her jaw. She regained her vision and hit the nastiest short arm lariat you can imagine. The comeuppance was deserved and the comeuppance was delivered. 

If contrast makes the wrestling world go round (and it does, trust me), this world was happily spinning away. 

Contrast or no, there was a balance to this one. Starkz hit a brutal Alabama Slam in the corner. Matthews got her back later by pulling her feet out and causing the back of her head to hit the turnbuckle. That was the story of this as much as anything else. Starkz stretched as far as she could, taxing and testing Matthews with disrespectful question after disrespectful question and Matthews had a brutal answer for each and every one. 

Maybe the finish was some sort of master plan by Starkz, lulling Matthews into a false sense of security so that she'd miss the moonsault, but I think it was more down to one more irritating Starkz quality, her plucky resilience. Regardless, Matthews did miss and Starkz planted her with the Sugoi Driver to steal one out. Matthews had taught her a number of painful lessons and very likely, Starkz managed to not learn a single thing from any of them. Thus is the state of the American youth, alas. 

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