2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Necro vs. Judge Dred

 

Necro Butcher vs. Judge Joe Dred SVN 10/4/25

ER: What a weird scene to be happening at what appears to be a classy Indianapolis wedding venue. Rows of Indiana deathmatch dirtbags watching ugly wrestling in a venue far too nice to be hosting what it's hosting. The conference room chairs look too new, too plush; the sconces, too upscale. Somebody had to tell lies to host a King of the Deathmatches here. The Fountain Square Theater knew they'd be hosting the Blonsky reception, but there is no way they knew they'd be hosting the MAGA Butcher. It was the dirtbags who knew. 

Necro gets a huge reaction, looking like Randy Hogan cashing in on indy Hulkamania, American flag Zubaz and Proud Boy Fred Perry, toothless sunken mouth that could make him good side money doing the Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow face for 1990s cranberry juice commercials. His brain has been fried by de-wormer paste while the grease congeals around it. When Judge Dred spits in Necro's face, we know it might insult Necro Butcher in practice, but we can rest assured that due to his beliefs he won't actually be worried in any way about disease communication. It's the perfect invisible shield to take with you into a Deathmatch tournament. 

The whole match is hilarious, until it's suddenly not, which makes it more hilarious. It's a Last Man Standing match and Necro works it with a slow, deliberate, minimalist style, like he's planning on going Broadway. He works small movement standing grappling, works a slow wristlock into a side headlock, works at that side headlock, Dred unable to push him off while Necro sinks it in. Necro does a double leg that leads to some so-so MMA mounted punches from both, and ends with Necro working a heel hook that he slyly transitions into an ankle lock. They are working single leg crab exchanges in middle of the ring in the middle of the King of the Death Matches. It's as if Necro is working someone's misinformed idea of what a death match might have been in the 80s. They get a lot of mileage out of a bodyslam on the floor. It's quaint, like they're working a death match for people who have never heard nor considered the concept before.....

That's when Necro hits a blade after being run into the ringpost, and blood starts getting all over the Square Theater's very nice chairs and there's just no way they could have been informed of this possibility. It's real nice color, running down his chest, and that color goes full Panavision when Dred breaks a bottle over Necro's head and cuts him 3x worse with glass. Not bleeding enough, apparently, Dred finds it necessary to throw knuckle punches at Necro's brow, widening the cuts on a man's face that was already completely covered in blood. As Necro is being punched around ringside he begins dragging a fan along with him, using this lad who looks like Will Ospreay's drunk and/or mentally disabled brother to hold himself up while taking punches. 

The match peaks when Necro, in the ring, kicks out at 2 without a single solitary soul near him, sitting up with two fingers held triumphantly to the sky. This man is fighting invisible enemies in the ring, raging against people who aren't really there but he's been convinced they exist, fighting mad as he reads another meme from LibcuckSlayer69 about the newest blue city that was burned completely to the ground. He takes a chairshot that is worse than the bottle that was broken over his head, leaving a huge bloody stain on the chair. He gets up at 8 and takes two more. The man who used to throw chairs harder than anyone at the heads' of men, has thrown no chairs and is now the target. But there is nothing left in his head, so he refuses to give up, fighting to his feet and punching through the next swing. 

If you want to know who the Real King of this stuff is, note that Dred held his arms in front of his face for both of Necro's swings while Necro hung his head out for half a dozen of the hardest swings anyone could throw. I didn't love Dred still getting to his feet first, but he is the one who got his arms up in front of chairshots. Him getting to his feet while Necro's brain damage finally reaches his diminished pain center makes some sense. Just because Necro no longer has his sense of smell, doesn't mean he can't still feel. 

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