2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Fallen Angel Dies a Texas Death

Hangman Page vs. Christopher Daniels AEW Collision 1/18/25

I stopped getting invested in authority angles a long long time ago, and I can't lie and say I was very excited about this one. But it turns out my mental approach was all wrong, because this was not an authority angle, and watching the match it was clear how unimportant that aspect of the story was. Far more important things were happening here. This was a man's last stand, his last match, a last chance to publicly die on a sword, a last chance to see how FAR he could push things before the inevitable. 

Christopher Daniels is 55 years old and that is a reminder of my own rising age. The first wrestling shirt I ever purchased was a Fallen Angel shirt, acquired at an APW show when I was 18 years old. My wrestling show attendance really kicked into high gear when I was 18. Mike Modest and Christopher Daniels were my favorite wrestlers who I was regularly seeing wrestle live. I felt lucky to see them wrestle so often, and their matches together made me feel like I was seeing something special before everyone else. A few months later, I was wearing my Fallen Angel shirt on my college campus. A stranger pointed me out in passing and said, "Hey, nice shirt!" Months after that, I saw that same person waiting in line to get into ECW's Heat Wave 2000 and struck up a conversation with him and his friends. Those guys (Devin, Jason, Sean) became my best friends. I saw more live wrestling with - and watched more wrestling together in our respective living rooms with - those guys than anyone else in my life. Devin lives in Oregon now so I don't see him much, but Jason and Sean are still my go-to guys to watch wrestling with, live and in my living room. I don't know if that happens if I wasn't wearing that Fallen Angel shirt. 

Tastes change, favorites change. Daniels went on to have a 2,000 match career and now it's over, and he gets to go out having what could be called the best singles match of his career. Isn't that incredible? There's no hyperbole in that statement. Is it possible one of the TNA AJ Styles or Samoa Joe matches is better? Sure. There were two iron man matches in 2005 alone that could be better, and nothing will replace the memories of the two Modest/Daniels singles matches I saw live (and the multiple times I saw them tagging, including the great Modest/Daniels vs. Boyce LeGrande/Robert Thompson match from December 2000). But if any of those matches are better - I am not going to watch all of them before writing this - it is far more meaningful to me to have your last match ever be in the discussion with the greatest matches of your entire 30 year career. That's not just special, it's incredible. 

I don't always connect with the Texas Death stipulation. Sometimes it is killed by slow counts and frequent stopping, all momentum killed so that we can have a 40 second 8 count every other minute. But this was different, because Daniels and Hangman delivered the kind of damage that justified the repeated 10 counts, and gave the match (and each other) necessary breath while making any temporary recovery believable. They stayed within their respective roles the entire time. Nothing was even. Every part of the match reminded you who the fresher, more resilient man was. Watch the way Daniels gets knocked around by Hangman's stronger elbow strikes that were "worth" more than Daniels' strikes. Both men felt like they were selling the other's strikes exactly how they looked, matching the strikes and selling to their roles. But while Daniels was outgunned, it didn't mean he wasn't constantly trying to upset (and anger) Hangman. 

Daniels hits what I would wager, having seen hundreds of Christopher Daniels matches, his greatest ever baseball slide dropkick, firing through the bottom two ropes square into Hangman's chest. There are hundreds more Daniels matches I will never see, so anyone who's seen him do a harder baseball slide dropkick, let me know where it happened. But this was not a match about Daniels hitting a lot of offense, and that's clear when he gets pulled down roughly to the apron the floor attempting a split legged moonsault and is bleeding soon after from a chair edge to the face. I, not realizing how hard they were going to go in this, was appreciating how well Page did a HHH style "my hand is covering the edge of this folding chair back and I'm going to jam it at your face in a way nobody has ever used a weaponized chair before" chairshot and thought this was going to be a professional brawl where they tighten up the important strikes and work some smoke around the rest. Then one minute later Hangman is just slicing Daniels' head open, using barbed wire to saw into him like he was using a cheese wire, and the rest of this was not the professional Good Hand match I had expected. 

I always like when a guy gets choked over the ropes, but it is elevated to impossible levels when the guy getting choked is streaming fresh blood down the bridge of his nose and you can hear it dripping onto the mats below. The Fallen Angel is psychotic. Anyone who has a 30 year wrestling career has to be, but most men you can say that about haven't taken a powerbomb kidneys first through folding chairs, which is just one of several ways they actually shocked me during this match. Taking a fallaway slam on the floor onto those same kidneys right after is some real salt in the wound, and the way Daniels getting flung splatters blood across the mats looked like Hangman experimenting with abstract expressionism. When Daniels gets the top of his head run full speed into a chair, my admiration of Hangman's "worked" chairshot earlier feels silly. 

On commentary, I thought Matt Menard did an excellent job getting over Daniels' blood loss as a hindrance, talking about how it clots in your eyes and can't be wiped away, impairing vision while leaving you feeling depleted. He was so sincere and speaking from experience, that it gave me new perspective on what Daniels was going through. Just as I gained this new perspective, they shocked me again when Daniels gets double stomped through a table. It highlighted the fact that Hangman was not wasting any part of the match trying to finish Daniels off. He understood the rules he was working within, and was a man working like he was actually trying to win, never worrying about going "too far" because his only goal was to keep a man down for a 10 count. 

Daniels: Bloody, mostly defeated, refusing to quit/not knowing when to quit, hits his greatest ever BME. It is his greatest, because it lands as well as any other BME he's ever pulled off, except none of them were executed by a 55 year old man. If you can hit a clean moonsault, with impact, in your mid 50s, then you have miracle knees or are insane. It's almost surely the latter. He does another with Page under a barbed wire board because things hadn't gotten bad enough. Once Hangman survives that, there is nothing more. How can you handle a man standing tall after you have plumbed the depths to give him your worst? Well, you can't. That's when it's over. Daniels sells the Dead Eye like his neck got shoved up to his ears, so painful that it made everyone watching it also pray for Daniels' retirement.  

I thought this was brilliant, emotional, and downright shocking. If this really does turn out to be Daniels' public send off (so far so good, but 55 or no, you can never trust pro wrestlers) then few could ever hope to go out on a higher note. 

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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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2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Satanico vs. Hechicero

Satanico vs. Hechicero CMLL 12/2/25

MD: We have seen matches with men in their 70s. Remember, even something like Black Terry vs Mr. Condor had Terry in his late 60s, maybe not quite the same. There is a certain expectation when you're watching a match with a 70+ year old, let alone someone who, like Satanico, is 76. You expect a maesteros match. You expect tricks on the mat, little bits of leverage, skill and technique and mastery. It can be a joy. Often times it is a joy because the sum of wrestling knowledge in the head of such a man, the number of things he knows that almost no one else alive can replicate, are multitudinous. You may see something that you would not see anywhere else in the world in the entirety of the year. 

But of course your expectations are tempered. Maybe it'll get a bit chippy. Maybe it'll boil over towards the end. Men that know how to punch that know how to take punches. But you have expectations for a reason.

And this started much the same, on the mat. Hechicero cinched in a tight headlock but Satanico was able to snatch a leg and take him down. Hechicero pointed to the skies as distraction and scored a takedown of his own. He worked to lock in a hold, twisting ankles, crossing legs, rough and aggressive, but Satanico knew every trick and scored yet another trip. Were they to do twelve minutes of this, it would be a refreshing, enjoyable time for all, something we would have been very glad to see but might have had very little to write about. 

But Hechicero, always skilled, underlooked for so, so long, was a man of pride. He was a worldwide star, and to have a 76 year old, even a 76 year old that was perhaps the greatest rudo of all time, turn things around on him and force him to fall to the mat, arms flailing, it was more than he could endure. 

He pressed Satanico back into the ropes, refusing to break. Satanico, in turn, knowing the value of every moment and having no time for this, pressed his fist up against Hechicero's face and pushed him back with it, a small but poignant gesture more full of more gravitas than a thousand elaborate spots. 

They locked up again. Satanico went for a drop down and Hechicero kicked him in the skull. Everything had changed. This was no longer a maestro match, no longer an exhibition. It became something darker, something more visceral and gripping. It became a mauling. 

Hechicero fired off shots in the corner. He got up onto the turnbuckles to rain down punches. Usually an opponent can withstand them, hold himself up, all the way to the count of ten. Satanico started to wither immediately though, started to wilt. There was nothing he could do as Hechicero whipped him into the corner. Every step felt like labored anguish, as if he was trudging through mud accumulated over decades with joints that had weathered more storms than would be expected from someone half his age. 

Hechicero gave him no respite, save for to shrug at the crowd. It wasn't him doing this to Satanico. It was life, just the natural order of things. How could you blame Hechicero, wizard that he was, for the simple passage of time? He pulled him to the outside, tossed him into the ramp, laid his head upon it and dropped a knee, followed it up with a kick. He was merely time's agent in all of this, a representative of a force bigger than us all. Why he even stopped to grab a sign professing love for him. None of this was his fault. He was an innocent bystander in the mauling of Satanico. It was fate tugging at his fists and heels, not any evil animus from Hechicero himself.

Maybe that's what pushed Satanico over the edge, what drove him to fight back far past the point of wisdom or reason. He'd spent a lifetime taking full responsibility for every twisted act, a rudo's rudo, a man who perhaps had regrets, but none of them were about embracing the wickedness in his heart. And at times, the crowd loved him for such confident honesty. They loved him now as he started firing back. It wouldn't be enough though. It took a sidestep that sent Hechicero careening into the ropes feet first, to truly get back into the fight. 

Once he was back in, however, well, he was Satanico after all, wasn't he? And that meant he could get down and dirty. He peppered Hechicero on the floor. He started to undo his mask back in the ring. When Hechicero refused to budge on his clotheslines, he drew him in, causing him to overcommit so he could topple the younger man. And then, finally having him down on the floor, he let the devil into his veins one last time and leaped without restraint or hesitation, a daring senton off the apron.

There seemed to be an aspect of futility in this defiance however. Hechicero was one of the best in the world. He recovered quickly, jamming a step-up knee in Satanico's face and dropping him with a power bomb. But futility did not always know sense. When you reach a certain age, the sheer act of getting up becomes a challenge, a complex act of physics where one leg helps to turn the other, propelling you back to your feet. Satanico utilized this exact technique here to escape the subsequent pin, the power of a simple lever that you're more apt to learn through aging than in wrestling school. Whether wise or not, he survived to keep fighting.

And keep fighting he did. Thrown off by the shock of Satanico's escape, Hechicero allowed himself to get jammed on a whip. Satanico pressed the matter, hitting a bulldog, a single arm driver, lifting Hechicero up and dropping him to lock on a submission. It wouldn't last. Hechicero was younger, stronger, more resilient and he was able to power Satanico up for an airplane spin. But he got cocky and missed the moonsault that followed and then couldn't get Satanico up into a Gory special, instead falling victim to a struggle-laden sunset flip, two skin of his teeth nearfalls that almost earned Satanico a last, unexpected taste of glory.

Perhaps drunk upon the taste of it, Satanico went for one more sunset flip only for Hechicero to turn it around and, his feet hanging off the side of the apron suspiciously, he forced Satanico down for a count of three. But when you're 76, when you're facing someone at the height of his power like Hechicero, perhaps glory isn't just to be found in victory. Satanico wasn't even supposed to be there that day. He was a substitution for Blue Panther. Even then, this was supposed to be a nice casual maestros match, the sort we've seen before. But instead, tempers flared and opportunity arose, a last ride for the old scoundrel, maybe not one that he had asked for, but one that he would embrace nonetheless, and in doing so, feel and inspire all of those old thrills one more time.

ER: It's crazy to think how close we came to having this match on D3AN. We had five guys confirmed for our llave trios and wanted a cool old man for the sixth spot. Getting Hechicero in there was already a dream, but with Blue Panther and Virus also involved it was a dream on top of a dream on top of a dream. But we wanted one more cool old guy. Solar had just had surgery, Negro Navarro wasn't available, and Satanico was someone we really wanted. We already had Blue Panther put on one of his best showings of an incredible year at DEAN~! 2, and we wanted a guy 10 years older to try and do the same. Alas, we couldn't get Satanico, so we had to "settle" for Pantera. Boo hoo, El Pantera rules and I loved him in our llave trios.  

So here, a couple months later, is the Satanico/Hechicero exchanges we wanted, and it's wonderful. A few months ago I took my dad, who is two years younger than Satanico, to a Giants game. We went on a mile walk before the game and at his speed, it took us over 45 minutes. Yes, my dad was moving a little bit faster than 1 MPH. Satanico is more athletic than my dad, but he is an old man and moves like an old man. That said, I hope I am this spry at 76, and I hope I have someone like Hechicero in my circle to make sure that I am protected this well. I love Satanico, and love that this old man is still rocking, but this match makes me wonder what kind of match Hechicero could have gotten out of Mae Young in her 80s, because he does all of his coolest stuff and never cracks an egg (or an old man's skull). It's a marvelous showing. 

There are great moments large and small, and every one of them looks vicious while being as gentle as can be. Hechicero wasn't a saint, there were several moments where he preyed on an old man's slowed reaction time, going high for a knuckle lock before dropping in quick with a single leg, or targeting this sweet devil of a saint's poor old knees and bending them over ropes while twisting joints. When he throws Satanico into the entrance ramp, he's kicking him in the back of the head and dropping knees on his draped neck, and while I'm sure Satanico didn't feel a thing I loved how snug Hechicero made it all look. He ran into some incredible crashes while working around Satanico's body, flying into a big upside down bump into the ropes as Satanico sidestepped him, running into a back elbow and flying into the air like he ran orbital bone first into a trailer hitch, or just taking an old man's full weight senton off the apron. Satanico's full weight might be just 140 lb., but it's still full weight.  

Satanico stepped up in cool ways. I loved when they were tangled up on the mat, Hechicero working a leg, and when Hechicero started throwing punches, Satanico started firing back elbows over his shoulder, responding harder than he was getting, forcing Hechicero to abandon his strategy. The man may be the oldest currently active wrestler, but he still throws a classic style bulldog that looks refreshing in 2025. And I don't know what it is about old dudes with great faces, but those faces always seem to be amplified to crazed delirium whenever an old man locks in a Fujiwara. 

But Hechicero is a god. After seeing how perfectly he worked his running knee in the corner, and the way he let Satanico dangle in the air on a powerbomb, teasing like he was going to drop him on his head before lifting him back up and dropping the man perfectly flat, I will proudly trust Hechicero with handling all of my Faberge eggs. Especially the old evil ones. 

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2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Priest vs. Bosby

 

Adam Priest vs. Tim Bosby ACTION Wrestling 10/17/25

ER: Adam Priest is no secret anymore, but Tim Bosby might still be. I don't think his secret will be kept for much longer. He does too many things well, too many things that show how well he understands pro wrestling. This was a great match, pitting the normally despicable Priest into the role of Georgia Super Babyface vs. the hateable Bosby. Bosby is the big Tennessee heel bringing his title into Georgia and Priest is the scrappy local face taking it to him, and the whole thing rocked. I love heel Priest, but it's great seeing him fired up in the crowd throwing punches at this much larger beast, knocking the heavyweight into fans, throwing uppercuts into him that forces Bosby to use the fans to brace against the impact. Priest is just as great at being a fired up babyface as he is at being a despicable heel, as if there were two different Priests. 

Bosby is a real monster, but a monster who is really smart about how he wrestles. He does so many things in one match - big and small - that make him stand apart from other monsters who are merely men, and other men who are merely wrestlers. When he throws himself into the mat as he whips Priest into the buckles, that's one of those things a wrestler can do every other match or so that will make me like that wrestler a lot more. It's a flashier version of a guy holding onto a headlock when pushed off, in terms of things a wrestler can do to make me tell others they're a really great wrestler. Bosby matches are full of such things, and I can say the same thing about Adam Priest matches. When Bosby takes a back body drop on the floor, Priest walks off hunched holding his back, because Priest understood he needed to fight to get Bosby over, to his own detriment, and it made the bump look and feel even bigger.  

That's key, because they understood exactly what the size dynamic was and they stayed within it the entire match. It looked like a struggle for Priest to back drop Bosby, because look at the two of them! That size difference led to some incredible moments. When Bosby sinks in a smothering sleeperhold, it takes Priest several jawbreakers to break out of it, because they understand the physics of their battle. It's also how they create such a realistic nearfall out of a Bret/Austin Survivor Series finish. Bosby catching Priest's suicide dive roughly over his shoulders then screaming his way through an F5, hurtling Priest at the apron, is one of those things that should make everyone a fan of Bosby (and Priest) and showed how hard Priest would have to work to overcome this beast. I had no idea just how much this match was going to continue peaking. 

Once Priest almost pinned Bosby, it's like Bosby knew he had to Terminator his way through. He keeps utilizing heavy back elbows to break holds and set up sequences, and Priest runs into a back elbow better than anyone going. He also gets powerbombed over Bosby's damn knee for a two count, which is a pretty crazy two count on an ACTION show. ACTION has conditioned me well to understand that big moves finish matches, and overkill will not be tolerated. Priest kicking out of that powerbomb told me things were about to change. I do not think this ever drifted into overkill, I just think both men are 2 Stubborn 2 B Put Down. Priest's tenacity as a hell works just as well as a babyface, and I bit at every nearfall down the stretch, where Priest was at his wrestling physics best. Both men kept making me lean forward in my chair, made me want to skip back to see what I had just seen. 

When Priest chopped Bosby across the thighs and pounced on him with a short piledriver, I flipped out. When he broke out his small package reversal out of a full speed Bosby F5, I bought it as a fully credible title change finish. His crucifix after was a nice follow up jump scare nearfall, because Priest knows exactly what kind of surprise element to utilize here. Their skill in peaking this match from start to finish was so impressive. The F5 kickout was done so well. Bosby played his anger perfectly with some realistically expressionless jock anger rather than bug eyed Performance Center shock, and Bosby does yet another one of those things he does that show how well he understands wrestling: he knows he has the time to slowly pull both straps down before pulling Priest off the mat. Had the match ended right there, I would have loved it. F5, kickout, straps come down, one more F5, no chance of a kickout. 

But this is Adam Priest! We get more, and it gets better. Bosby doesn't just do another F5, he wants to do thee F5. He takes things to the top rope, and Priest gets wise to that while on the top rope. The visual of Priest standing on the top, punching and elbowing at King Kong, eventually winning the battle over a crazy frankensteiner, looked like we were seeing the most insane version of Misterio vs. Nash. The finish is pretty ridiculously overdone but it was truly well done bullshit. After getting another believable nearfall, we go through Priest blindly DDTing the referee to Bosby hitting Priest with a loaded backpack. It wouldn't have hurt Priest's credibility to just take the biggest spinning F5 anyone has thrown, as that's a reasonable way to lose a match to the champ. That Bosby knew that and still went through all the bullshit to win is kind of the point. 

Bosby leaves to Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows" and if people don't, they sure will before long.  

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NJPW Wrestle Dynasty 1/5/25

 

Athena vs. Persephone vs. Willow Nightingale vs. Momo Watanabe 

ER: I'm kind of shocked by how good this was and how well they kept up a certain energy for 10+ minutes. But I also think a lot of it just might have been Athena. I think this was 10 minutes of waiting for what Athena was going to do next. She is pure lighting and can go go go. She leaps into everything at a doggish pace. She hits the mat and people hard. She gets thrown into a fast tope a minute in and I'm not sure it's the 4th coolest thing she did all match. I thought Persephone really shined in a match where they all got time to shine (and did). She had some big bumps and lands with good weight, real good babyface energy and a unique strength spot approach. Willow got the attention of a big crowd multiple times, and Watanabe was fine fourth wheel. But every great moment led to Athena making it greater. She worked into and out of sequences with everyone so well. She's like if Low Ki really loved Manami Toyota. It's electric. She chokeslams Persephone on the apron like a small Taue demon. When she hits the Eclipse on Willow it's like the finisher 2 Cold Scorpio was jealous he didn't invent. 

Willow makes the Eclipse even better by taking her straps down in power before turning into it. You know I am a big fan of Lawler strap lowering and lowering the straps before taking the final shot is arguably the best use of the straps. I love Willow. But Athena is as must watch in a match like this as prime Juvy. The opening 3 minutes was so hot and as well timed as the greatest 4 ways, and I didn't think the energy level could be maintained. Because of Athena, it was. She ran everything together and there were a lot of strong timing peaks from the other three. The finish was kind of silly, with Thekla not committing on interference enough for what should have been the finish and then Momo hitting Athena across the head with A FUCKING BASEBALL BAT as hard as she can, it comes off a bit ridiculous. Like your scoop suplex was cool, do a few of those and give your opponent something to actually sell. What's Athena supposed to do with a baseball bat shot to the head, work a brain damage angle for 10 months?  

Dustin Rhodes/Sammy Guevara vs. Yoshinobu Kanemaru/SHO

ER: Man this was good. This was most likely Dustin's last ever match in Japan. Maybe not. I wouldn't bet against him. But this was the first match he'd wrestled in Japan since 2010. The thing is, Dustin was never a Japan guy. You'd never know it from watching this match. This was a great performance that connected with a crowd that was seated far away from him, in a way where they seemed familiar with him just because his wrestling style is That Good. He's a man with an improbably long and impressively durable high end career and he's wrestling his first match in the Tokyo Dome in 30 years. It's an amazing return. He shows out for it. 

Dustin working against these two guys is weird and fun. The size difference between he and SHO is insane and SHO sells it as such all match. Dustin is tireless when he needs to be and makes the most out of a total name grab bag random set of career opponents. Do a fucking shining wizard thing that looks awesome, fuck yeah! Dustin's hot tag where he just wastes both of them is the best. SHO is taking Dustin clotheslines aimed at the jaw they both get powerslams he can still somehow give in the same twisting form. SHO takes almost all of Dustin's shit and he takes it so well. Once he bounced across the ring for a 55 year old code red, Dustin obviously knew this guy knew the deal and knew the Man. 

I never got the hate for Sammy. I think he's pretty great. I like a kid who's not a bad kid but also a little shit. A nice guy who is capable of saying something pretty mean to your sister. He does moonsaults with wild abandon and takes the farthest back body drop bumps of anyone on any of these rosters. Does a Good Superkick still matter in 2025? I think it can. If it can, then Sammy has some of the consistently best. Not just in execution, but in placement within a match. He has this way of milking goodwill out of every indie spot that's ever been overused: superkicks, back crackers, cutters, but maintains the timing to make all of them feed well into a legend like Dustin's offense. Kanemaru's moonsault across Dustin's knees looked pretty bad, but I guess if you were in a fight with Dustin the smartest thing you could do is target his knees so let's give Kanemaru Body Part Specific Moonsault Credit here. He still gets docked for not holding up his end of the match with his shtick. Dustin rules. 

Lucha Gauntlet

ER: Good lucha highspot showcase except it kept getting interrupted by less talented New Japan guys who threw the rhythm off. Mascara Dorada and Hechicero were standouts. Hechicero doing his thing within a growing throng of competitors was cool every time he was the focus, but I especially liked him tying up Fujita in knots when they were the only two. Dorada kept finding new ways to deliver and take offense, always throwing in something extra. He kept finding a new way to flip for a kick, and the key to Dorada at his best is he has this way of adding an extra flip or twist but making it look like it wasn't mapped way out ahead of time. His tope into Soberano was awesome, and Soberano was the best at catching everyone's dives during the big dive train. After he hit a tornillo with a million twists, they had him out front and center saving everyone's bacon.   

Hiroshi Tanahashi vs. Katsuyori Shibata

ER: This was an "Exhibition Match" but I am unclear on what was being exhibited. We know that Tanahashi has bad leg injuries and cannot move, but he has also had many other matches this year which were not just him exchanging chops with someone for 4 minutes before time expired. The one minute of collar and elbow lock up was much more engaging than the 4 minutes of chopping that followed. Meltzer went ***1/4 on this which might honestly be his most ridiculous rating ever. Calling a match 7 stars, we all know that's stupid, but he rated this higher than the Dustin tag and the women's 4 way, which were actual GOOD matches! Nobody could squint their eyes and even call this a match. It would be like giving Inoki ***1/4 for people lining up to take his bom-ba-ye slaps. What exactly was Meltzer rating here? What subtext am I missing that made it Good, Actually, that Tanahashi is incapable of throwing chops with any strength? 

Mercedes Mone vs. Mina Shirakawa

ER: I thought this was a really good Mina performance - one of her best long singles match showings I've seen - but I couldn't get into what Mercedes was doing. She had this weird way of silently emoting to the crowd, a PC thing that doesn't play at all in a gigantic dome. She would silently sell through her teeth as Mina was working over her leg, then sell her leg by doing a bunch of offense that required her to slam her knee into things. I don't think her teeth selling played in the large venue and I think she went to wordless crying faces too soon. Meanwhile, Mina was savagely going after her leg in ways she doesn't do in AEW. I loved all her knee breakers and the way she'd kick the inside of Mone's knee, slamming her knee into the mat and maneuvering into figure 4 leg locks (quicker than I thought she was capable of doing). Mone scrambling for the ropes was one of her only bits of selling I liked. Mina was working over Mone's knee not to soften her up for some submission, but to leave her prone for her impact DDTs, and I loved all of Mina's impact DDTs. But Mone was working this more like a "Things I Wanted To Do in the Tokyo Dome" so she was bridging up to hit the three amigos (feeling way out of place in this match) and then doing offense based entirely around fucking up her own knees: several different codebreaker/back crackers, a gutbuster, the meteora, just a total disconnect from the great match Mina was working. 

Brody King vs. David Finlay

ER: I don't know if I bought Finlay's offense against King, but I bought the way King took Finlay's offense and the way they made the most out of their misses. Finlay got sidestepped early on a charge into the guardrail, a great last second feint by King that sends Finlay into a gross full speed miss...but then Finlay hits that same flying body attack into King later in the match, delivered at the exact same speed and impacting King the way his body impacted the railing. I like that kind of commitment to not just a miss, but to show your delivery and execution is consistent and real. King is great at misses too, with a great miss very early on a charge into the corner. I love the specific way he hit the turnbuckle pad, like a dog who ran full speed into a sliding glass door. When this settled into Monster vs. Man it was at its best. Finlay's strikes look terrible so it made sense when King was knocking him around with his actual good elbow strikes, and Finlay does Staggered By Strikes selling better than I thought. The finish felt too abrupt for a match that had a good pace, but I kind of liked Finlay being unable to hit a sunset flip powerbomb out of the corner...only to just lift and hit a regular powerbomb right after. King made the Overkill look like a finish, dropping down fast face first into Finlay's knee. 

Claudio Castagnoli vs. Shota Umino 

ER: There aren't actually people out there who hype up Umino as some kind of good wrestler, right? I sure don't see that kind of praise, and I see no reason for that praise. This guy brings very little to the table. His strikes would not break through a spiderweb, and his selling is nonexistent. The first three minutes is just Claudio running him ribs first into the ringpost and a half dozen guardrails and I was looking forward to a match where Claudio beats the hell out of this man who could only exist in a post-Marufuji Japanese wrestling landscape. But this guy really has nothing once the actual moves are delivered. He is not bad at taking and selling a move itself, but once the moment has passed he is onto his bullshit. He fights this too often as Claudio's equal, but none of his offense makes him look equal to anyone. He is a less effective Kentaro Shiga, and lucky for him Claudio is good at taking all of his overly complicated DDTs. The one time Umino's damaged ribs came back into play was the only real compelling part of the match: Claudio's scorpion deathlock. This hold won me over the longer Claudio had it locked it. At first I thought it was for a pointless build to a bad Umino comeback, but the longer Claudio had it applied and the harder Umino fought for the ropes, the more I thought it could actually finish the match. The more I wanted it to finish the match, because I didn't want to see what kind of do-si-do reversal of a reversal nonsense Umino broke out for the home stretch. He made the ropes, he do-si-do'd, he somehow won without ever looking convincing in any way. 

Although he did do one thing well, and I couldn't believe it. HOW is Umino the guy who can throw good looking downward strike elbows to the head and neck?! Nobody makes those look good! Here's the lightest elbow striker on the card and he's lighting Claudio up while balancing on the ropes? What is the deal with this guy. 

Konosuke Takeshita vs. Tomohiro Ishii

ER: This was the match I was expecting them to have and was a good version of that match, which is a match that I don't much care for. There are a lot of parts of an Ishii match that won't make sense when applied to most other wrestlers, because he is going to take punishment until he cannot. So it annoys me when Takeshita acts shocked at Ishii absorbing punishment. When Takeshita hits the Raging Fire falcon arrow off the buckles and Ishii kicks out, he sits there on his but in disbelief for an entire 30 seconds (!), filming an extended Performance Center tryout reaction because the guy who absorbs punishment kicked out of something like 7 minutes into a match. I hate this shit. Like man if I know he's going to get up and start exchanging elbows then you should clearly know this man will kick out of things and get up to fire off some elbows. 

Ishii will take plenty of punishment and I only find that so entertaining in 2025. He's a nut, this is what he does. He will get dropped on the top of his head on a German suplex, Takeshita trying to compress any more vertebrae that haven't been compressed yet, and Ishii will take a big clothesline bump on the back of his head. As tired as I am of stand and trade showdown wrestling, I did actually like them holding waistbands and throwing their hardest shots of the match, and how Takeshita levels him with one of his hardest elbows after they let go of the waistbands. I hate how we seemingly have to sit through a lot of bad stand and trade to get to the part where "this time we really mean it" but they did a good job of making the shots mean something more down the stretch. Ishii's popped me with a frankensteiner that I through looked great, and was a nice payoff to Takeshita taking an eternity to set up a powerslam off the top rope. I bought into Ishii's lariats down the stretch. Takeshita threw some of his best strikes and Ishii built up to his biggest lariats, but even though the shots landed harder in the last half, I still never truly feel a sense of escalation as a lot of the selling is the same in the first few minutes as it is in the last few minutes. I guess we are supposed to be surprised that it is Still Going On but that sounds like a terrible way to structure a wrestling match. Can you still believe we're doing this shit? 

My favorite little moment was Ishii's lunging back elbow after absorbing lots of elbows and kicks in the corner. Takeshita held his chin afterward in a way that made it feel like an actual real moment, like he got popped and knew this was going to be the first of many. He recognized Ishii's fight, and Ishii made a single shot resonate more than a dozen Takeshita had just thrown. But the longer these things go the longer those shots all blend together. 

Young Bucks vs. Great-O-Khan/Jeff Cobb vs. Hiromu Takahashi/Tetsuya Naito

ER: Man I don't know. Maybe this would have been better if it were a simple tag match instead of this three way tag, because this three way tornado tag format stinks. Shoot maybe even with the three way format but guys actually waiting to tag in on the apron it would have worked, but this does not. Guys appear and disappear at will, and the longer guys disappear the more reminder that it's all about blatantly setting up a bunch of spots that never add up to much. There's plenty of superkick spamming, plenty of suplex spamming, plenty of dives that nobody seems to have any idea how to catch. There were plenty of spots that looked good. I like the way Cobb throws a German suplex, I liked when Matt was struggling in the tree of woe and all his strands of pearls were hanging in his face as he sputtered, and I thought the Bucks staying vocal throughout (including telling the ringside cameras they were going to go make love to their wives) brought something. But the disappearances were too frequent for chained spots that didn't land so hot, and the glue joining those spots was awful. Naito looks completely lost at times waiting for what to do next, and the only way he and Takahashi know how to interject into a spot is with bad kicks to the stomach. O-Khan was gone far too much to make an impression and the Bucks conveniently sold based on when they needed to be in position, with no regard to what move they were selling. That's the worst, and that's what kept happening all match. 

Jack Perry vs. Yota Tsuji

ER: One of those matches where nobody really looked good but one guy looked better, and it went longer than you'd want but only because it wasn't that good. They didn't do much wrong, besides not wrestling a compelling or good or watchable match. Perry has good DDTs and a couple better suplexes than you'd think but Tsuji is a real zero. What's the entry point with Tsuji? What is the draw? How does the Raymond Chandler's Carmen San Diego Zoo Suit entrance gear tie into a guy who is so on the nose The Worst Influences of Edge that he even has a Spear finisher and makes spooky faces? Perry was good at cutting off several Tsuji charges/spears, catching one in a well timed DDT and stopping another with a sly kick. I like Perry as a heel more than I did as a babyface and I think he's closer to being a good wrestler now. His personality is much more natural. I would have probably liked Edge more if he tried doing a Spanish Fly in 2002. After Perry takes the spear for the loss, he exits the arena holding a hot water bottle to his tummy and maybe Perry is actually a good wrestler. 

Kenny Omega vs. Gabe Kidd

ER: I typically do not connect with big match Kenny Omega, and I don't believe I have ever connected with a single thing that Gabe Kidd has done, but I think I loved this. This was a 12 match show and I'm not sure there was a match I was looking forward to less. Well, I knew the Yota Tsuji match would be worse, but I knew this would be twice as long and I knew the show was already five hours long. I mentally wrote this one off, and yet I found myself hooked from the start. Kenny works this like he actually cannot stand Kidd, which is something I never get from Omega matches. I always get "he is trying to have an EPIC match with X" but I never get "he is extremely annoyed by this guy and wants to hurt him" and that makes me enjoy this Kenny Omega match so much more than his usual 6+ star affairs. I also think it's fantastic that Omega is hellbent on not adjusting his ring style to account for his exploding insides and deteriorating body so now his biggest matches have this extra layer of deep pain and human stupidity that finally adds Consequence to his work. 

He bounces Kidd's body on the apron and ringside like he has no regard for his safety, bouncing him off the ropes to the floor, a snap dragon on the floor, and a big powerbomb onto a table in the announcer's area. It's one thing for him to have little regard for his opponent's body, but it's key to his character (and his character is clearly just himself) that he also has little regard for his own body. I got actually invested into him being unable to stop himself from flinging his body into dives and stupid bumps all match while his innards are screaming and his legs and hips cry out for some goddamn mercy. That disregard for self and opponent only gets cooler when disgusting suplexes into edges of chairs turn into unprotected chairshots in the year 2025. Real 1999 Chairshots taking place at a Tokyo Dome show so sparsely attended that the reactions may as well have been piped in. Kidd takes the nastiest chairshot after braining Omega with a couple. He felt that fucking swing bad too, because he sure gets his hands up quick when Omega comes swinging again. 

Drilla Moloney and Clark Connors unexpectedly added to this match without ever getting involved. Kidd's crew of ringside fuck boys yelling around the ring made the side of an idiot getting destroyed even better, and it seemingly made Omega wreck Kidd even harder with suplexes. There's just no good way to take a snap dragon off the top rope. Kidd's knees get smashed straight into the mat and that might be even more disgusting than the neck damage. 

The early shift to Kidd is great, culminating in Kidd kicking out of a double underhook piledriver, with Omega pulling back on that leg the same way he does when he knows he's getting a 3 count, comes off more obnoxious than "first in a series of moves that shouldn't be kicked out of" and I loved the juxtaposition of him kicking out of a dangerous looking piledriver that should have finished most matches, into making Omega scream with an abdominal stretch. Gabe Kidd slips out of a One Winged Angel into a Desperation Abdominal Stretch, elbow dug deep into Omega's inflamed intestines, and it is one of the all time best uses for an abdominal stretch in wrestling history. Kidd going into Payback Mode ruled. His knee to Omega's guts landed harder than Omega's V-Triggers and contributed led to a future where Omega has a few feet of intestine being removed. Not satisfied with damaging Omega's insides, he always wants him concussed. He spikes Kenny on his head with a short piledriver, and when Omega reverses a powerbomb with a rana, Kidd does not accept that reversal and just drops to his knees with a ganso bomb. There's not attempted lift into a convoluted spot, he just drops Kenny onto the back of his head. I'm laughing my ass off about it when Kidd piledrives him again. 

But if Omega can keep his guts in his body he isn't going to be slowed by head trauma. He has been through fights that Gabe Kidd hasn't yet imagined, and before long he is kneeing this man in the face repeatedly. A double middle fingers spot is something that comes off hack in 2025, but Gabe Kidd possesses the exact correct dumb guy energy to make a last gasp double bird from the knees feel exactly like something he would do when he's about to lose a fight. Kenny grabbing those middle fingers like handlebars to drive the final V-Trigger home was the best. Kidd played the best version of his character and I don't think any of this felt like Great Match mode, it felt like dangerous escalation with great big match selling. Maybe the match didn't need to be a half hour, but I thought it was a rare case where the extra time made the match better. They didn't use the extra time on more kickouts from bigger moves, it was almost always spent letting in pain. The way they sold the big move punishment and exhaustion made it all resonate, made it feel real. Kenny wrestles like a guy who is in pain and Kidd wrestles like a guy too dumb to stop taking damage. Ospreay wouldn't have the guts to sell offense as long as Omega and Kidd did, and that made me feel their story.  

Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Ricochet

ER: I loved Ricochet for the first 30 seconds, and thought he was good enough for the next 20 minutes as an overwhelmed guy whose offense keeps getting lighter and lighter in the face of an unflappable champ who hits much harder. But those first 30 seconds, man. It's always great when a heel jumps somebody at the bell. When I think of a heel team rushing some babyfaces, it's almost always with punches and clubbing arms, almost always as just another way to get into the action. No different than a collar and elbow start. When it's used to debilitate an opponent, it can approach brilliance. Think Tenryu blindsiding Giant Baba with a suicide dive into Giant Baba in the 1989 Tag League. Ricochet doesn't have debilitating weapons, but he uses speed and heel flying to throw Sabre off and I loved it. A heel ambushing their opponent with a suicide dive, springboard dropkick, Sasuke Special, and springboard 450 splash before they can get their ring jacket off, is fantastic. A hot 30 second Jersey All Pro match-finishing stretch as a heel ambush.  

I don't think he kept up that attitude or energy or idea execution the rest of the match, but I also don't think it mattered because him flying into Sabre's buzzsaw was entertaining because he couldn't keep it up. The first 30 seconds worked so well because it could only work for so long. While Sabre's full body European uppercuts to take control felt plan in comparison, that was something that could be kept up for 20 minutes. Sabre hits hard early and keeps it up all match long, and once he started hitting Ricochet I don't think anything else Ricochet hit had the same immediacy. Like he ran and ran until he got a wake up call and then lightened up, hoping it would make Sabre lighten up. Sabre's shots all look dangerous, but Ricochet is still hanging onto a light springboard clothesline, chops that hit lighter the longer the match goes, arms that barely club back. His combos are also too slow, and there are almost a half dozen times where he leaves Sabre waving in the breeze like an idiot so he can do another spin. Had the story of the match actually been "Sabre endures punishment and Ricochet slows the more punishment Sabre takes" then this could have been incredible. Sometimes I think they were working that story, and those were the best parts. Other times I think Ricochet's offense just didn't work because it didn't work, and it would have been hit that way regardless. I didn't buy Ricochet as a worthy Sabre challenger, but I liked when the match was structured around not buying Ricochet as a Sabre challenger. 

Sabre's dedication to believing that being the IWGP Champ means hitting hard and trying to get guys to hit hard is what made this good, and Ricochet did well at not understanding that this was not a battle he was going to overcome and Sabre was not going to be moved off that hill. Sabre was good at reacting to a lot of Ricochet's stuff that didn't belong in the match and turning it into something painful. Sabre catching an Asai moonsault with a cravat feels like something Chris Hero had to have done in Chikara at least once. It's fun, and then everything else is very mean. Ricochet's rolling vertical suplexes going from the ring to the apron to the floor was a lot of painful bumps for a dumb spot. Sabre's selling is almost enough to make it work, especially the way he got up at 18 but lost his balance and slipped back into the guardrail before making it in. Ricochet calls him a motherfucker and Sabre laughs at the idea. I'm a motherfucker? Ricochet, a man who doesn't slap very hard, is dumb enough to challenge a guy who can slap very hard to a kneeling slap fight. It only takes two exchanges for him to get to his feet. Sabre even tells him, "You're back in Japan now, mate." Is this match about how Ricochet has Dragons Gate Mindset and isn't catching on that Sabre fancies himself as submission wrestling Scott Norton? I like that. 

So, there can't be any complaints against Sabre's submissions anymore, correct? I always felt they were hilariously wrong, but if those opinions persist anywhere they only look more wrong now. His execution is fast and it always looks extremely painful. The way he bent back Ricochet's legs for a bridged figure 4 variation, the limb wrenching llave he pretzeled him into, the neck snapping ankle cranks he kept doing. Every strike and every twist looked painful and every sub he trapped Ricochet in looked potentially match finishing. The problem might have been that everything Sabre did looked so effective, that very little Ricochet did looked as effective. Ricochet's worked punches to drop Sabre at the end of the match were good worked punches...but the spot in question didn't call for well-worked punches, they were supposed to be KO shots that each dropped Sabre to his knees. I love a good worked punch, but they don't "work" when they're the only worked looking strikes in a match, and now they are supposed to be dropping the champ. Ricochet's mid-match slow down does set up the finish nicely, as he throws his sliding clothesline so slow that Sabre just snatches his arm out of the air and maneuvers him disgustingly into a modified Rings of Saturn. I kept going back and forth on this. I liked Ricochet, and I liked the story of his bullshit not standing up to Sabre's strong style...but the match story was inconsistent because sometimes his bullshit would stand up to Sabre and then a minute later it would be clear that his bullshit was supposedly equal to Sabre...

 

Well, the opening women's match was so good that I got lured into watching and writing about an entire show from a fed I don't love...and while there were some more rewards there was also way more stuff I didn't like. The Omega/Kidd match was great, the women's match was great, Mina was great in her match, the luchadors showed out in their gauntlet, the Dustin tag was incredibly fun, and most of the people I dislike wrestled expectedly bad. Two great matches on a 5 hour card isn't much of a success rate, but I'm glad I took the time to watch them. 

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2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Katchem vs. Big Jake

 

Robert Katchem vs. Big Jake Shepard Painted Red Wrestling 7/14/25

ER: I didn't know a single thing about the Fat Ohio/Michigan Guys Throwing Punches wrestling scene and it feels like the purest vision of Real Pro Wrestling in 2025. This probably gets lumped in with death match wrestling but I think that's reductive. I don't mean that as a slight to death matches, but this has much more in common with a Mid-South street fight than it does with guys cutting themselves open. It's Texas Death Match rules with the 10 count, and as bloody as any death match. But the blood flows freely from the punches being thrown, not from any stabbing or cutting. A match based around punches feels rare to me in 2025, and maybe that's because I hadn't yet been introduced to Big Jake Shepherd. 

Big Jake is someone who simply HAS to be a DEAN~! Guy in the near future. Jake is a big boy, like the mentally ill son Buddy in Slaughterhouse. Is Big Jake the Jerry Blackwell we've needed? When a boy with this body and a fuzzy beard hiding a face that you know looks weird when shaved comes out throwing four kinds of good punches - worked shots, stiff shots, great form on all of them - and yells "I got him bleeding!" as he's punching Katchem in the head and face, I think it's exactly what I have needed. He starts the match with punches, he ends the match with punches, and we need more men like him who are unafraid of The Punch. 

Big Jake and Katchem are both excellent bleeders and I love the bloody progression of this fight. They both know what they're doing with their white shirts, but Big Jake especially gets it: with his white shirt tucked in over his ample stomach, blood patch spreading across it, he is a vision. Katchem beats him senselessly with a water cooler bottle on a stick and Jake takes an unprotected shot to the stomach that I thought was insane. Yeah, it's a big stomach, but while selling the beating Jake leaned back over the apron to purposely expose the most stomach possible before taking that Sparkletts bottle straight to the liver. Jake can absorb some damage but also shows he can rise above that damage and always fight. 

Water cooler bottles are all well and good, but the meat and potatoes of this match were the punches. Speaking of potatoes, Katchem fights his way back into it with a great punch/kick combo where all the shots were potatoes, and it felt like spiritual Ian Rotten shit in the best way. Fight punches with punches and bottles with bottles, and where there are bottles there will be bottle caps. Katchem kicks Jake in the back of the head before curb stomping him into bottle caps. Jake dramatically rises at 9 and hits Katchem with a Bubba Slam into the caps. Knowing that won't be enough and not satisfied with punching the man out, Big Jake cracks Katchem in the face with a paper weight!

Jake hits this man with in the face with a paper weight and Katchem does a great face full of blood crawl to a 9 count, pulling himself up by the ropes. Jake goes back to the paper weight but telegraphs his shot, Katchem ducks the weight and rises with a punch to Jake's jaw, sending himself over at the same time the punch fells big Buddy. Katchem does the bloodiest version of Kawada's One Punch Before Falling Over and the only difference is he's grown his fringe out into a mullet that Kawada was always too cowardly to grow. Neither man can answer the 10 count, because The Punch is King, as it always should be. So long forearms, the freaks remembered we don't need you. 

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2025 Blue Panther Double Feature: Hechicero! Ultimo Guerrero!

MD: We've been sitting on this Panther vs Hechicero review since January. But now past Panther vs Ultimo Guerrero, we figured we'd drop them both together. Keep in mind I wrote the following 7 months ago though. Eric’s review is new though.

Blue Panther vs. Hechicero CMLL 1/10/25

MD: What a difference a decade makes. Ten years ago, we were just off of the RUSH vs. Negro Casas feud. Casas and Blue Panther were just around 55 (Casas half a year older than Panther). It seemed fairly clear that while Panther was still enjoyable in the occasional trios or maestro match, and, of course, when paired up against Casas himself, he was simply outpaced by his archrival.

It made sense. Panther was always charismatic in his own way and there was a sort of seasoned toughness and mastery to him even after he lost his mask. Casas had spent a career without one, however, and he was an absolutely singular talent when it came to expressiveness, body language, actions and reactions. Just by winding up the crowd, he could accomplish more than wrestlers thirty years younger than him who could do the most complex and amazing spots.

Yet here we are at the start of 2025, and it is Blue Panther, at the age of 64, who towers like some sort of wizened warrior king. To call his mask (allowed to him for this one night by the commission) a fountain of youth would be doing an injustice to his own daring and pluck, to Hechicero's ability to create motion and base, but maybe most of all, to the virtue of showing one's age. At times Blue Panther moved amazingly well, but it was those moments where the cracks showed, where he struggled to get from Point A to Point B that truly gave meaning to his efforts.

They were incredibly self-aware throughout. In the primera, Panther was put in a position to escape again and again, including a memorable headstand escape to headscissors. While he was able to showcase those escapes, he was working from underneath given Hechicero's superior youth and strength and his own technical mastery, and he got caught in the Conjuro. He evened things up in the segunda after a slick leap back body press. They were smart with these callbacks. In the tercera, Panther would finally get caught doing that one too many times. On the other hand, a rana that he attempted that got him caught early in the tercera (So that Hechicero could really take over) paid off later on.

Hechicero did control the first half of the tercera after catching Panther with a power bomb. Whereas he might bump through the ropes to set up a dive, he rolled Panther out and draped him over the guardrail instead, controlling and creating an illusion of motion (not that there wasn't a lot from Panther anyway, but every little bit helped). Panther's big comeback, getting the crowd going, standing tall, firing back, was as special as anything in the match and as special as anything we've seen this year so far. 

He followed it up with a dive that didn't quite work but they covered so well, with Hechicero taking over until he let Panther sweep him off the apron so they could get back on track. And anyway, there's no point in remembering that dive considering the two or three other impressive ones Panther hit and Hechicero caught. As noted, a match like this is just a little more impressive for holding together despite the cracks than something that would be plastic and perfect instead. 

And this was impressive from beginning to end, a notch on the belt not just of both wrestlers, but on the power of lucha libre and wrestling itself. Some of it was daring and athleticism and training. So much of it was the carefully crafted illusion of all those things and more. What is magic if not exactly that?

ER: I don't know where Blue Panther found the Fountain of Youth but he found it sometime at the end of 2024 and it's been something. I'm not going to say Panther has looked washed the last several years, he's just looked appropriately His Age. Great performances were more rare. We'd get a showoff spot in a trios, or a fun five minute lightning match, maybe one big singles match a year where he'd step up. Based on his work the last 5 (10?) years, Panther's 2025 has come out of nowhere. Going further, following the first two falls, the tercera also came out of nowhere. The primera and segunda felt like a Hechicero match, which makes sense. How would a 64 year old man show up any bigger in the tercera after a couple cool spots in their first two falls? Had you watched Panther's headstand escapes out of a floatover headscissors in the primera, or his gorgeous floating cannonball in the segunda, suspended in contact with Hechicero's upper torso until they crashed, you would not be expecting him to go insane in the tercera. But that's what happened. 

Hechicero looked like a monster picking on an old man, and Arena Mexico treated him as such. Every trademark Hechicero punishment was altered to be more punishing. He got several rotations on his trapped arm backbreaker and loved the heat he would draw whenever he slugged the legend. When Panther finds back at the end of the segunda, it feels like a last gasp, not necessarily the jumping off point into our special tercera.  Panther looks improbably lithe running up the turnbuckles into a crossbody, submitting Hechicero with a hold that looked like a Stu Hart Dungeon stretch punctuated and tightened by rolling. It felt like a triumph, and I guess I should never underestimate the power of a crowd behind a sympathetic old man, because again, this tercera could not have been anticipated. 

Everything jumps up to the next level in the tercera. Panther is thrown into a tree of woe and headscissors his way out of it, gets placed up top and loudly chopped. The crowd reacts as loud to Hechicero's chop as they do to anything he does all match. When Panther tries to leap off with a headscissors it is blocked, and it feels like a genuine stalemate that pushed things to a crazier place. The headscissors is fought for, the powerbomb is fought for, and when Hechicero's powerbomb wins out it feels more like a concession from Hechicero than winning a battle. A stalemate. Hechicero dropping him felt more like a man realizing he was fighting someone with more juice than he realized. And so, he dials up his inner asshole. 

Hechicero hits a leaping elbow off the apron, kicks Panther in the head several times, then starts punching him in the side of the head. All it does is fire Panther up, and the more fired up Panther gets, the louder Arena Mexico gets. Panther builds to a tope that almost kills him. His head catches on the ropes, he goes down almost head first, and it's one of those fragile moments that makes me love old man wrestlers more than any other kind of wrestler. There is built in sympathy because their bodies do not work the same, even in those moments where their youth has been tapped into, and in moments like these we are collectively reminded that they - and we - are all closer to death. As Blue Panther is making me think about death, he is unafraid, and hits a plancha off the buckles that lands like an anchor, building to a crazy leaping huracanrana off the apron. Panther either trusts Hechicero with his life, or has put aside has already come to terms with his God. 

When Panther tries running up the buckles for another crossbody, repeating what won him the segunda, Hechicero knows exactly what's coming and catches him with a big uranage, drops elbows on him, but takes too long attempting a moonsault. Panther rushes over on his knees for a pin attempt, seeing his shot, viewing the pin as a better chance at victory than locking in a sub, and manages to do so in a way that feels more capitalizing than desperate. His crossbody off the buckles that hit, was caught, but his leaping huracanrana off the buckles that was caught, now hits. Panther has Hechicero crossed up by his tenacity, and just as we seemed shocked at what Panther is suddenly capable of, that counts even more for Hechicero. They fight to the entrance ramp where Panther whips Hechicero into the tall staircase, and Panther hits a plancha off those stairs about 10 steps up, letting the crowd reaction grow with each step he takes, Arena Mexico urging him higher...wait but not that high! 

Hechicero is fighting for his life to keep this spirit down, going to his surefire basics and doing them twice, two running knees that should surely end this all. But his slower submission application almost gets him caught by a tight Panther cradle, and that's when he finally has to get dirty. To stop this from happening again, he removes Panther's mask in one quick swipe as part of his next submission attempt, a sleight of hand to throw the legend for just a brief second, a surprise for the man who has spent 20 minutes surprising everyone, which is all he needs to complete the application and bridge through for a high leveraged pin. With his performance at DEAN~! and the Ultimo Guerrero match still to come, even after witnessing all of this, nobody could have predicted Panther's continued 2025 rise.  

Blue Panther vs. Ultimo Guerrero CMLL 8/8/25

MD: The last thing I want to do is downplay the clips. I'm sure most of you saw them. Meltzer went nuts for them even. In this match, Panther did multiple dives of various sorts, be it a flip off the apron, lunging 'ranas, a trust fall from the stage, the over the post bound, and then the top rope electric chair twisting 'rana. Yes, on some of them he had help, be it from his son or Guerrero, but it was an insane stunt show by a man almost 65 years old. And while that's not what I want to talk about here (and if you know me, you know that's not what I want to talk about), the sheer abandon Panther showed in making this match work was remarkable. 

What I want to talk about, however, is how they made it matter. Some of it was going to matter anyway. It would matter by its own nature. You do a dive and it matters, because there's an element of the real to it. There's an element of the daring. There's an element of the spectacular. You do a dive as an old man and it's going to matter even more because all of those things (save maybe for the spectacular) are compounded by an even further element of real, and realness is one of the most powerful forces in pro wrestling.

But it's not the most powerful. Artifice done well will always be more powerful than the real, and when the real that is manifested (be it a resounding chop, a hold with proper technique, or a bump that you can feel from the last row) is framed by the perfect invoking of artifice, that's when wrestling hits the very best. 

And these two are masters of artifice. This was for the MLW Openweight Belt, and they had the pre-match photo. Usually that goes without a hitch, a last remnant of the 80s lucha title match, something held to a higher standard when it came to rules and behavior. Here though, it became a tug of war, with Guerrero the aggressor, hoarding his own belt and his moment to shine. All that got him was a trip to the mat and a bump onto his rear end. He rose enraged and leaped at Panther, ambushing him and tearing off his mask. Because Panther's mask is a ceremonial allowance, Guerrero was able to get all of the heat of the action with none of the penalty, the only time in a CMLL ring where that would be possible. It set the tone perfectly. Every trick in the book underpinned by real and actual substance. Every bump and move underpinned by all of those tricks.

In the Hechicero review, I had suggested that it was the mask that hid Panther's age and gave him some sort of primordial strength, serving as a fountain of youth in its own way. In this match, he more than proved me wrong. 

Still, what sticks with me now a week later and what will stick with me months down the line was that way that they framed every move, the way that they appealed to the crowd. If Panther was going to do a dive, he was going to go out of his way to let every person in that audience (and there were many) know that he was about to do it. He built up their anticipation, churned them into a furor, and then paid it off to their delight. When Guerrero turned things around on him, he did so as theatrically as possible. It wasn't enough to hit a suplex. It wasn't even enough to hit a suplex on the floor. He had to dump Panther back over the guardrail and suplex him back over that. 

And of course, when Panther came back, he made sure to channel the most powerful crowd interaction of the last fifteen years, fingers up in the air to combat Guerrero's roof-raising, Danielson's Yes Chant in full force.

There's always an element of ritual to watching an Ultimo Guerrero match. Ten years ago, I likened it to going to church on a Sunday (just on a Friday night), some of the same spots (and here there was the power bomb counter off the top), but in this match, it was Panther who was guiding the congregation. 

There was escalation and build and sense to all of it too. When Panther tried an early comeback, ref Edgar held the arm to stop a punch in the corner, because while Guerrero could get away with it, in a title match, the tecnico is to be held to a higher standard. Instead of being a hindrance and distraction, Panther used it as a way to build pressure, first for when he finally got shots on Guerrero in the corner later (once again pulled off but here not a hope spot cut off) and then finally when he mounted the turnbuckle defiantly, no... triumphantly, so that the fans could count along with him.

In the end, tasting glory as he did, feeling power that defied age and world-weariness, he flew just a bit too close to the sun. He dove one too many times, a relatively simple back cross body off the ropes. Guerrero rolled through it and won the day, retaining his title. But both men celebrated after the fact, because together they won far more than a simple match.

ER: He wore blue velvet, my god. Would you look at this beautiful man in the most perfect mask in lucha history. Believe it or not, I went into this match without seeing a single highlight. Every single crazy thing that Panther did was unexpected and every single thing got a bigger reaction from me. When I saw Sleepaway Camp for the first time a decade or so ago, I didn't know anything about it. None of my friends did, either, so the reaction by the end of the movie was a room full of humans jumping off their seats screaming. I don't know if I reached the point of screaming during this match, but Blue Panther's Continued Youth Revival did inspire me to shout at my TV no less than five times. Blue Panther was aged for a decade but now he is ageless, but he is ageless in a way that shows his age. His selling, to me, means more than ever, and his selling is better than it's ever been. 

He has this comedic babyface energy that people respond to, and it's amplified by his kind old man visage. Look at him quietly shaking out the cobwebs whenever Guerrero would kick him in the side of the head. He's doing like Milton Berle double takes within a pro wrestling selling framework. Panther's humanity is beautiful. Watching him get kicked around is like seeing somebody fight Mel Brooks. He draws sympathy in ways that would have been impossible 15+ years ago, but his selling didn't just naturally improve because he got old man sympathy, he works to connect with the crowd in ways he never used to. It's in the eyes, it's in his stumble steps, it's in the way he slowly fires up his arms. The selling alone would help him connect with these crowds to huge reaction...but the sudden moveset insanity puts it all over the top. 

Panther's clotheslines and ability to fire up a crowd makes him come off like wrestling's most powerful Rusher Kimura. His cannonball off the apron has surpassed and outlived Negro Casas's Thesz Press as the greatest crazy fired up old man crazy peak. But remember when Panther spent most of his career not doing headscissors and huracanranas and now does crazier huracanranas than ever? Is it the ultimate testament to Ultimo Guerrero's accolades as a lucha base that a 64 year old man trusts him to catch the most highflying he's done in his long career? Blue Panther's leaping huracanrana is my favorite spot of 2025. It's like if Terry Funk had added a moonsault in the 90s but if his moonsault was as great as 2 Cold Scorpio's. I gasp as Panther's head scrapes 1" over the mat, then yelled when his head does the same thing swinging over concrete. I don't think I ever anticipated Blue Panther evolving into a crazy old man Terry Funk persona, but doing it with the old man sympathies combined with youthful adventurousness. Seeing all of Panther's flying is surreal, even more surreal than seeing Panther and Guerrero do a tug of war with a fucking MLW title. A plancha over the ringpost? You've got to be kidding me. I can barely take watching this man take these risks, and I honestly don't know how he does it. 

I don't remember the last time I saw a spot as triumphant as Blue Panther punching Guerrero on the turnbuckles, letting each punch sink in, crowd screaming along, before climbing onto the shoulders of Ultimo. The camera angle made their entire fall happen in slow motion, like Butch and Sundance, Panther being held steady and ready to ride an entire man down. You can see them start to slowly tip forward and know it's the point of no return...but this whole match felt like the point of no return. Blue Panther has committed to this. He's committed to wrestling, he's committed to putting on the craziest performance at an outdoor Arizona shopping center, he's committed to innovating and finding new ways to connect at a point where nobody would blame him for coasting. I love the guy, and I've never loved him more than I do in 2025. 

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2025 Ongoing MOTY List: Maclin vs. Young Dog Collar

 

Steve Maclin vs. Eric Young TNA Impact 5/8/25

ER: After seeing DEAN~! Megastar Mad Dog Connelly work his modern day Cactus Jack magic live for the real sickos-slash-the Glendale, AZ outdoor mall Saturday night date crowds, I went seeking Dog Collar nirvana. Mad Dog has taken the dog collar art form to new levels, finding new ways to surprise despite cornering the market on the stipulation. TNA dared to run a dog collar match on TV (is TNA even on TV? Are they on Mark Cuban's cable internet?) the same month Mad Dog Connelly continues reinventing the genre, and I respect the endeavor. I especially respect that Maclin nor Young have ever worked a dog collar match before, anywhere. I think it's only fair to view this match with that in mind. It's two guys deciding to work the collar for the first time in their lives while simultaneously being about the same age as me. Stupidity, some would say. Great Pro Wrestling, the more cultured would say. 

Maclin, with Wesley Blake, was an NXT house show act that I loved watching. Wesley Blake was actually the name of a wrestler I used to enjoy watching! That's right, according to things I wrote in a blurry pre-pandemic world, I was a fan of Wesley Blake. I was writing glowing things about Jaxson Ryker (his politics, not his wrestling) and the Forgotten Sons and Steve Cutler/Maclin made an act I enjoyed even better. He was not as important to the group as Ryker or Blake - men whose 2018 work I would defend based on words I wrote in 2018 and have never revisited until now - but being a good Buddy Roberts to a weird MAGA coded NXT Freebirds stable that feels like it existed another lifetime ago is an odd cool role to have occupied. 

This very good dog collar match was entirely made by the buckets of blood bled by Steve Maclin. Maclin gets real good color early, that red paint The Harder They Come blood brushed across his face and arms and chest, covering a shocking amount of his body and a more shocking amount of the ringside mat surface in a short amount of time, dripping all over the place and pooling up in the lowland territories. You expect blood to dry up during a match like this, but Maclin keeps managing to look bloodier, redder, wetter, and the blood keeps looking fresher as it mats into his hair and runs down over every part of his body. It's dried and dispersed by the end of the match, but we get an excellent run of his blood painting his body and every surface he comes into contact with. Those surfaces include DEAN~! alums Sinner and Saint, who rub Maclin's blood all over themselves as Young's seconds, no shortage of Maclin's blood to disperse to anyone who wants color. Nobody else bleeds in this match, but everyone wears Maclin's blood. 

Eric Young, looking like Pitbull Anthony Durante's father, was good about wrapping the chain around Maclin's mouth and face and pulling it tight. He does a dragon sleeper with the chain tight around Maclin's throat, and he uses his corner rope flip as effectively as he's ever deployed it: flipping to the apron and dropping to the floor to pull the chain taut, yanking Maclin fast face first into the top rope. They both take hard bumps on the floor, Maclin spreading his blood as far and wide as possible, and the thuds add to the chain violence. Maclin's Thesz Press is great not because of the impact, but because he uses it like a man fully covered in blood flinging his body onto Young and banking on Young not wanting to catch him in his current messy state.

I was not as interested in the parts of the match where they wrestled a normal singles match, as if the chain was tied to their necks in theory and not actuality. Travis Williams is the idiot doing a handspring cutter during dog collar match interference, and I wish Maclin would have messed him up for even thinking of doing that. Maclin does hit a great Tree of Woe spear on Sinner and Saint that I'm not sure justified the set up time or lack of focus on beating someone with a chain, but was a good way to dispose of Young's seconds. Young is great at taking bumps on the chain, making the neck compression impact of the match finishing DDT look even more disgusting on a pile of chain. If this trend continues and it is revealed that Mad Dog Connelly set off a domino effect of more and more guys dipping their toe into the Collar, organically building up more and more challengers to the One True King, then wrestling will only get better. 

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2025 MOTY MASTER LIST

1. Blue Panther vs. Ultimo Guerrero CMLL 8/8/25

2. Christopher Daniels vs. Hangman Page AEW Collision 1/18/25

3. Gabe Kidd vs. Kenny Omega NJPW Wrestle Dynasty 1/5/25

4. Tim Bosby vs. Adam Priest ACTION Wrestling 10/17/25

5. Jake Shepard vs. Robert Katchem Painted Red Wrestling 7/14/25

6. Blue Panther vs. Hechicero CMLL 1/10/25

7. Athena vs. Persephone vs. Willow Nightingale vs. Momo Watanabe NJPW Wrestle Dynasty 1/5/25

8. Hechicero vs. Satanico CMLL 12/2/25

9. Necro Butcher vs. Judge Joe Dred SVN 10/4/25
10. Steve Maclin vs. Eric Young TNA Impact 5/8/25

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