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Sunday, October 04, 2026

DEAN~!!! Summer School

DEAN~!!!: Summer School 9/13/26

MD: Every one of these shows we get is a gift. As always, I've got nothing to do with these except for what you're about to read. It's Matt G, Phil, Eric, JR from the Action and Segunda Caida side, this time working with PRODUCE to make this happen. It has happened. It's on film. It's part of history now. Part of a body of work now, a curated spectacle covering the range and breadth of underground pro wrestling. This time around, given the size and scope of this one, I needed some help, so even though he's never written for Segunda Caida before, we've got a special guest star, one of the best best and most-inclined minds that's ever discussed pro wrestling in a critical sense. The "E:" below? Elliott. We've got a lot to run through. Let's get right to it. 


Violence is Forever vs. Angus Legstrong/Oldman Youngboy

MD: What a way to set the tone. If someone was intrigued by this being on MyAEW or by the Low Ki match on top, they were going to figure out real quick that they weren’t in Kansas anymore. I could write all day about these four. We all came out of Legstrong vs Youngboy thinking that every indie in the country should have run that match as a traveling gimmick like Fleisch vs Storm twenty+ years ago. An attraction. Yet here they were teaming.

This started with Garrini vs Legstrong and that’s probably what’s going to stick with me the most (well, one of three things and I’ll get to the other two later). It’s not every day Garrini,  practitioner in his own right, gets to scrap on the mat with someone as talented as Legstrong. Angus is a joy to watch. He just is. This is a guy who, in his pre-match promo, said that he didn’t need it. And he doesn’t. He has a great day job. This is purely him following passion, chasing joy, right into the welcome arms of the Bone Collector. I can appreciate that. I’ve been fortunate that while so many people writing about wrestling do it because they have to, because they’re chasing some sort of fiduciary success, I have a great day job and just love to do it. That’s probably where the comparisons end, as I’m risking a lot less pain and toil than ol’ Angus here. 

They hung with each other. This was set up to showcase Angus, but like matches of old. Garrini would get him into some sort of twisted, complex hold, nothing given, everything earned, and then Angus would almost effortlessly escape. Again and again. By slipping in one forearm, Angus got the advantage, but Garrini was too good for him to take it too far so early in the match. Moreover, and this was a trend for the match, Garrini is a tag wrestler. Angus is not. Garrini has total trust in Ku. Angus is part of a super team of sorts, but they are two individuals pressed together. Garrini made the tag and Angus chose to keep going, pressing Ku out of pride and maybe even arrogance, maybe not a bad thing, until Ku shot a kick into the leg. THEN it was time to tag Youngboy.

Youngboy and Legstrong are completely different body types. They move differently. Youngboy is slicker, swooshing into Imanari rolls (my second favorite part of the match), making full use of his bridge, scissoring a body part out of nowhere. Legstrong is more like a wrecking ball, surprisingly quick, sure, but more apt to put his head down and pry you over. A powder keg. They complement each other well, but at the same time, you understood when Youngboy got swept under when facing a tag team fighting like a tag team.

Likewise, you the viewer had to go huge when Youngboy was able to make the quasi-hot tag and Legstrong came in like a Steiner brother in 1990, flowing, flawless suplex after suplex. They were the sort where the opponent just flew through the air beautifully, the inevitable sort, pro wrestling physics at their finest. Also inevitable, however, was that the tag team was going to overcome the two singles wrestlers in this setting and they did. Youngboy/Legstrong made a good attempt at it, hitting their own version of Chasing the Dragon into an Exploder Suplex, but Garrini softened things up with a brutal Snowplow and then the real Dragon appeared and ViF chased it all the way to victory. 

If anything, however, this confirmed my priors. Indies around the country should be taking a chance on Legstrong and Youngboy. In a world where so much feels homogeneous, where one match after the next feels the same, they’re strikingly, startlingly unique and different, and the wrestling world is better off for them.

E: Angus Legstrong - Looks like Farva, wrestles like Gotch. Had to get out of my system before moving on. Legstrong & Youngboy is such a natural pairing for a team. Both their names and wrestling approaches fit together. I’d eagerly sign up for a Legstrong vs Youngboy Best of 7 Series, but a tag team works too. 

The long opening between Legstrong & Garrini sets a tone not only for the match but in many ways for the afternoon. While Mad Dog Connelly vs SLADE in a Dog Collar match was one of the top promoted matches & the Gypsy Joe Open Challenge the surprise main event, this show really highlights a variety of scientific wrestling. Early on this felt like an old UWF/UWFi Shoot Style tag. Legstrong & Garrini test each other. They go for takedowns, submissions, feed each other openings for counters to move things along organically without ever really getting close to a finish. You’d almost forget it was a tag match because the focus is solely on the two wrestlers in the ring. Legstrong & Garrini aren’t looking to tag out, Oldman & Ku aren’t looking to tag in. Even when Garrini finally tags out with a slight advantage, Legstrong opts to test Ku in favor of tagging out to the fresh Oldman. Ku & Legstrong continue on a similar path as Legstrong & Garrini before Ku just blasts Angus in the knee with a kick. Some great selling from Angus who finally tags out to Youngboy. The way this whole opening movement was worked & paced felt like it would’ve fit right in on a UWFi show in 1993. 

Oldman Youngboy takes us out of this world and into reality. There’s a brief grappling exchange but it quickly leads to one of my favorite parts of the match. Ku extends a handshake and Oldman just kicks him right in the chest. Oldman goes to follow up and Ku gets a chop in and dares Oldman to hit him back. So you figure they’re going to go into the one billionth chest to chest you chop me I chop you strike exchange but instead, Oldman just superkicks Ku right in the fucking throat. Just a beautiful thing to happen at like 2:10 on a Sunday afternoon. 

From here Violence is Forever is done messing around playing into Oldman & Legstrong’s style. This goes from a UWFi structured tag match with 4 singles wrestlers facing off to a traditional tag match. VIF isolates Oldman in the corner. They use double teams and quick tags for the advantage. Southern style tag wrestling will forever be the greatest style of tag wrestling so we get a HOT TAG~! TO ANGUS~! who comes in like a mini Gary Albright throwing Violence is Forever around with some beautiful suplexes. 

Eventually & inevitably the teamwork & experience of Violence is Forever wins out. Angus stays in too long, loses his advantage and VIF puts them away. On paper the result telegraphs itself. The experienced tag team beats the two cool singles wrestlers coming together for the first time. But as usually happens on a DEAN Show, everyone came to work hard and the cool on paper match became a cool reality. 

Tony Deppen vs. Ryan Mooney

MD: If Angus Legstrong is the Cliff Clavin of professional wrestling (and I mean that as affectionately as possible), Tony Deppen may well be the Al Bundy of professional wrestling. He probably worked a double shift the day before, hopped in the car, drove however many miles to Jersey City, got himself a free Produce shirt, cut it up, was going to have some fun, get a payday, and maybe get his first ever Action win (I have a feeling the commentators cared more about that than Deppen did). 

But Mooney is a whirling dervish, a rabid honey badger, constant motion, and this went from spit-laden handshakes to a wild sprint, both guys charging headlong across the ring from obtuse angles within a matter of seconds. Mooney even opened things up with a cross chop off the turnbuckles and an erratic tope. 

Things took a turn a minute or two later when he went for a second one. Deppen stopped him flat and walked away, the most put upon, aggrieved, look on his face. The shit this guy has to put up with… Deppen’s the hero of his own story, and the world’s out to get him.

Mooney, a guy with one speed (all-out) and one direction (forward) found his way back into things, but lacking brakes, he overshot, stumbling on his way back into the ring when he tried to do a slick out-and-in (that earned him a nasty German), and then missing a top rope splash (which earned him a knee to the face and the loser’s share of the purse). I wasn’t quite sure what to expect coming into this one, but that’s on me. It was pretty obvious and certainly it met whatever expectations I SHOULD have had for it. I’m sure it met the expectations everyone else paying attention had.

E: Younger unorthodox opponent vs Veteran is the name of the game here. Usually wrestlers doing an unorthodox/aren’t they weird? style can just end up being annoying but I really enjoyed what Mooney was doing here. The opening rope running sequence where he’s running all over the place came off really well. I LOVED when Deppen came off the 2nd rope with a flying nothing and it looked like they were setting up for an inverted atomic drop and instead Mooney just blasted him with a headbutt. One of my favorite spots of the whole show. Ultimately, Mooney’s pacing and style was never sustainable. Eventually he was going to gas himself out or trip himself up and that’s exactly what happened & Deppen was there to capitalize at every opportunity. It plays into the finish but the best is definitely when Mooney gets tripped up in the ropes & Deppen plants him with a german suplex. I didn’t really have any sort of expectation for what this would be going into it but it was a lot of fun and completely different from everything else on the show. 

Matt Mako vs. Tim Bosby

MD: Matt Mako did an amazing job putting over Tim Bosby by being the very best he could possibly be. It’s a little counter-intuitive, but it’s the heartblood of pro wrestling. You don’t cut a promo cutting down your opponent. You build a promo building them up so that it means so much more when you actually beat them or you insulate yourself if you take a loss. Right? That’s become something of a lost art in a world where everyone wants to be the Rock.

It’s not dissimilar in the ring. When you’re in there with someone clearly talented, clearly powerful, clearly impressive, to have to go all out, to have to wrestle your absolute best, not only makes you look like a million bucks, but it makes them look like a million bucks, and if you beat them, you look like two million because of it (and if they beat you, you’re still looking like a hot $750k at least). 

Bosby is incredibly impressive. He just is. And he gets it too. It’s impressive to kip up out of nowhere, to hit suplexes like they’re nothing, but you add in a little bit of wear and tear, of consequence? You make sure to sell that damaged ankle after the kip up but before the move, and then after the move as well? That makes it all matter so much more. It means that not only are you a physical specimen, not only are you able to do mighty physical feats, but you’re able to do it THROUGH the pain. He gets it. 

Mako certainly gets it. Nothing looked easy. He was playing human chess in there, using one movement to unlock two more. It wasn’t for highlight reels or gifs, though you could make those. It was to create an overall effect where that was established as just what it took to damage Bosby, to avoid him catching Mako and tossing him to Mars. Sometimes, even that wasn’t enough, but it wasn’t for lack of trying, and the effort and struggle made that trip to Mars mean so much more. Mako didn’t drop it for a moment either. At one point, Bosby got him up in a fireman’s carry. Mako went to the eyes to get down, but he didn’t just go to the eyes, he also moved his knee as if he had caught Bosby at the same time, giving him plausible deniability with the ref (and to a degree with the fans). 

Was it intended? Was it just a flail? I honestly don’t know, but because Mako was showing such attention to detail, you suspend your disbelief and go with it. Likewise, Mako fumbled a bit on the top rope as he went to dive to the floor. This followed him kicking the post repeatedly without much negative incident, leaning hard into his honed leg and kickpads as a shocking spot. Was the stumble him paying for that? Or do you just connect dots that weren’t there because everything else was done with such care? At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, because it worked. It worked for me. It worked for the crowd. I’d argue it worked for the match. 

Bosby came out of this looking like a nearly unstoppable force and Mako came out of it looking like the guy who actually managed to stop him. One wrong move, one banana peel, one misfire or wrong decision (just one), and it would have went the other way. What a massive success of a pro wrestling match.

E: Here’s the thing about Tim Bosby, he’s not just more powerful & athletic than you are, he’s also just as technically sound. So it’s going to take more than technique to beat him. You’re going to have to think outside of the box and you’re still gonna need him to do you some favors and beat himself. Mako enters almost every match with an advantage when it comes to technique but Bosby is close enough that his size, power & athleticism give him a distinct advantage. Mako isn’t just going to be able to get a takedown and lock on a submission. Bosby will just stop him and throw him around. Mako has to try other ways to get the advantage where he might not ordinarily. That might mean going to the top rope multiple times or going to the eyes to set up his cross armbreaker. And it works. Until it doesn’t and then it does again. 

Mako’s eye rake gives him enough of an opening to go for his flipping cross ambreaker. He almost locks it in but Bosby is able to use power advantage + his technique to deadlift Mako into the backbreaker powerbomb. (First. Goddamn that spot ruled so much.) Mako sells it like death & has to roll out of the ring to recover. But most importantly, Bosby sells the knee. He could’ve just powerbombed Mako, but he wanted to get fancy and it ended up backfiring. He doesn’t get to it right away, but this self-inflicted wound gives Mako an opportunity for an advantage later on. 

I love the way they circle back to Bosby’s leg.. Mako creates an advantage on the outside using kicks & a cross body from the top rope to the floor, tosses Bosby back in and dives through the ropes for his rolling rear naked choke. Mako has a brief advantage but his rear naked choke stops his own momentum & gives Bosby a chance to rely on his power. Bosby fights to his feet with Mako on his back and slams Mako from turnbuckle to turnbuckle to get him off. That works but it leaves Bosby open for a devastating kick to the back of the knee from Mako. Both guys sell it huge and this finally gives Mako his opening. 

Mako targets Bosby’s with some brutal looking offense. He doesn’t go straight for a submission. He’s learned from that mistake. So he’s slamming Bosby’s knee into the mat, doing a standing knee drop. Kicks to the leg. That sort of thing before attempting an ankle lock. Bosby is able to power out, create some separation & still land a big suplex. Bosby is getting his suplexes in. He’s bigger than Mako, stronger & an athletic freak. But he’s selling the leg the whole way. Even the Kurt Angle run up the ropes spot worked because not only is he selling it, it led to the finish. That adrenaline works but it’s not everlasting. Mako beat Bosby in the end but he needed Bosby to beat himself first.

On a show full of exciting matches, when this was announced I was thrilled. These are two of my favorite modern wrestlers and they hit this one out of the park. Terrific match with both guys coming out of it looking great.

The Infantry vs. Top Team

MD: I’m not sure this worked quite as well. It was always going to be a high lift given the finish, a red card after things broke down too much and Infantry wouldn’t let up double teaming, a classic sort of finish when you have bigger stars coming in, and it did theoretically put over the red card gimmick for PRODUCE, but I’m not sure if the DEAN show was the right place to do that. 

On first watch, I had issues with the double heat because I thought just doing an extended heat with cutoffs leading to a big hot tag would have worked better than basically having two hot tags, but on second watch, it worked better for me. They cut off Yaki by shoving the ref and kicking the rope for a low blow, which led to the yellow card, so from a story beat perspective, that worked. I think it did partially disrupt the energy of the match, however, maybe because the Infantry were too playful with that second round of heat instead of being meaner and more brutal about it? Hard to say. Maybe it was just a case that while the crowd was behind Top Team, they didn’t really want to boo the Infantry either. It could have been a setting thing. This might have worked better in Georgia? 

Even there, I’m not sure the finish would have worked. It definitely would have if the Infantry were champs and they drew the DQ to keep the belts, but as challengers, I’m a little iffier on it. In the grand scheme of things, Produce commentators can point to this as a case where the cards were utilized and you do need a few of those under your belts to keep the rules over and give everything a baseline. 

E: Our second tag team match of the show and it couldn’t be more different from the opener. There’s lots of teamwork from the start. Double teams, quicker tags and just a quicker pace from the beginning. While the first match was almost all on the mat grappling, strikes or suplexes this was much more of a traditional 2026 tag match. They’re keeping a fast pace with lots of action, movement, momentum switches, rope running etc. 

The match is ok but I’ll be honest this one didn’t work much for me because of the card system. It felt really forced. One of my favorite aspects of tag team wrestling is referee distraction & misdirection stuff. There’s some interesting stuff you could do with the cards & distracting a referee intent on enforcing the rules and I would like to see a match where they really lean into it. I think this would’ve landed better if they were just focused on having a great match~! Or work a match totally around the cards & distracting the ref & building heat which does sound like a great time to me. 

Slim J vs. Adam Priest

MD: Slim J vs Priest 1 was maybe my favorite match on any DEAN~!!! show so far. That said, at the start of this one, watching Priest positively interact with fans on the way down, shake hands in the ring, and screw around with Slim’s visor by sticking it on the ref’s head, I couldn’t help but think of 1993 Jerry Lawler. In 93, The King was a clear heel on WWF TV but he was facing off against the WWF McMemphis invasion back home, a clear babyface. He thread that needle explaining it away as only he could, but he put a definite divide between the two worlds.

Adam Priest is a babyface on ROH and AEW TV. He’s a next generation pitbull with Tommy Billington, a southern gentleman following the Code of Honor, the heir to the Alabama Armstrong legacy. He’s a heel on the indies. He’s Adam Priest, the dirty white boy, scourge of the 2020s southern scene. It’s been a pretty clear divide from what I’ve seen. 

On this afternoon, though, in front of a smart, engaged crowd that was willing to go along with the amazing wrestling that they were seeing, he blurred that line, straddled it, maybe even wiped it out entirely. I thought Matt Mako wrestled a picture perfect match and maybe was the best wrestler in the world on this day, but Adam Priest may have been the most interesting. He played to the fans, played with them, smiling, clapping, daring them to root for Slim J, daring them to root against him. He treated them not like people he couldn’t stand but like old friends that were going to put up with his shit one way or the other, like family even. What are they going to do, boo him? Really? Nah, they weren’t going to do that. Yet one of the first things he did was go straight for Slim J’s eyes. He didn’t ask for forgiveness; he assumed it. He’s Adam Priest, a babyface on TV, national TV, on the internet too. You got to give it to him. You got to love him. Why wouldn’t you? So maybe he cuts a few corners. Deep down, you’d do it too if you had the chance.

This wasn’t a man wrestling a pro wrestling match. This was a man walking on water, who could run right off a cliff because he wasn’t about to look down. He didn’t need to. Frankly, it was a hell of a thing.
And of course, it was counterbalanced by the smoothest operator in the game. Slim J has a way of flowing from one thing to the next that almost no one this century can match. Sometimes it hits you when you least expect it. You’ve seen him do that walk up headscissors takeover a hundred times, but he got out of an abdominal stretch by punching Priest in the face and then using the tension from Priest trying to stop an armdrag to go up and over with a different headscissors takeover variation. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone else do it quite like that out of that specific hold. He can do contorting flying kicks off the top, but he can also put a twist on the simplest move and make it into something unique and special. 

Long story short, these two were incredibly equally matched. There were times where you thought Priest might run away with it. At one point, he jammed a ‘rana off the top and hit a subsequent power bomb. Later on, he was able to hit his slip around German from the corner (a little clunkier than usual but that just added to the match; Slim J could be pretty, Priest would get the job done no matter what it took), but he couldn’t press the offense for long  Neither could Slim J. Priest could always take a shortcut; Slim J could always hit him from an angle no one would expect. Yet both understood how dangerous the other was. Slim kept trying to end it with his cravat hanging cutter that he beat Priest with at DEAN~!!! 1. Priest? He kept going for a superplex. 

Maybe they both went to the well one too many times, but it was Slim that paid for it. That made sense. Priest has been winning matches with a half crab or a pile driver. He had his heart set on the superplex but it wasn’t what one might expect out of him. Meanwhile that cutter was what had beat him previously. Well, this time, on a subsequent attempt, Priest was ready for it, lawn darting Slim into the corner face first. Finally he was able to hit a grisly dangling, slightly delayed superplex and he evened up the series. 

I say bring it back for one more, this time a Yard Call match.

E: Not to read into every single little tiny thing but Priest putting Slim’s hat on the ref as a heel move and then a smilin’ Slim readjusting it for the ref to make him look cool while Priest shakes his head “no” is such a beautiful little piece of pro-wrestling storytelling. It’s just a little moment but it shows you who these guys are. 

I keep thinking of what to say about this match and I just keep coming back to professionalism. These two are just absolute pros. There is a sharpness and confidence in everything they do. It’s only 11 minutes but they’re in complete control the entire time & not rushed at all. They build to some truly spectacular moments & give them room to breathe so you’re still thinking about them after the show instead of forgetting them after the next spectacular moment. This is just an absolutely fantastic match. Timeless. Looks great today. Would’ve looked great 25 years ago. It’ll look great 25 years from now. You knew when it was announced it was going to be great it was always just a matter of how great. These two couldn’t miss together. 

Darian Bengston vs. Skayde 

MD: How beloved and respected is Skayde? With playfulness in his heart, he offered his hand to Bengston and then tied him up in a pretzel on the shake. Then? And I don’t know if I have ever seen this before in all my years of watching wrestling… he offered the shake again, put his hand to the heavens to prove his sincerity and with a bit of a macho wind up, Bengston took it. Why? Because that’s how much shaking hands with Skayde is worth. Amazing.

This whole show was a celebration of pro wrestling, but this match was especially one. They fought for every advantage and celebrated every victory, no matter how small. It was a match that could bounce back and forth tonally, because it was all pro wrestling. Obviously, Skayde had his own staccato style, but they went from twisting and turning one another from controlling the arm to the head to the arm and back, to fighting for advantage on the floor, with Bengston brutally eating the post, to Bengston hitting a dive that forced Skayde into the chairs. Then, just a minute or two later? They were play acting shooting three pointers against one another. The glue between it all was them trading holds and positions.

And it worked. It all worked, because who they are, the skill they had, the respect they showed, the sense of competition and oneupsmanship between them, and because wrestling can be this varied, even within one match, if all of those other things are somehow present.

They built it to a very fun finish, trained movements unlocking limbs to set up holds, until Bengston, in a flash of motion, rolled to cut the distance and snatched the legs mid-stride. That was the beginning of the end, and one of the few good rolls I’ve seen in pro wrestling in 2026. It was exactly what was needed to upset the balance and shift the tide. Bengston bet on himself and his skill and the bet clearly paid off.

E: Such a neat addition to this show. This is another match you’d describe as a “scientific match” with an experience gap between competitors and it looks completely different from the other matches you could describe that way. The “scientific match” part is good. Bengston isn’t a lucha maestro but the way he works can fit against that style. He’s very much a rhythm grappler. He’s able to go from hold to hold in a lot of ways with his own flair to it. So when this was announced I was really excited. It’s kinda weird on paper but then it makes a lot of sense when you think about it. The exchanging of holds is good throughout. It spills over a little bit outside but this is mostly a sporting match. The finish is a surprising result I popped for both times I watched the match. But what I’ll remember is the fun they had along the way. Bengston falling for Skayde’s handshake the first time & getting tied up. The celebration when Bengston got the handshake the 2nd time. And of course, Skayde stealing the ball & sinking the 3. Maybe a goofy little moment but also the spirit of wrestling in a lot of ways. 

Karl Greco-Malenko vs. Low Ki

MD: A call was made.

That didn’t mean Low Ki had to answer it.

He doesn’t answer every call. He answers very few. Less than ten matches over the last two years.

Yet he was here, stripped down to tights, poised, posed, honed, ready to wage a practitioner’s duel against the resurgent Karl Greco-Malenko? 

Why here, why now?

The call itself wasn’t enough.

But Greco-Malenko was.

This was never about Greco-Malenko, never even about the call. This was about Low Ki. This was about a man at war with himself, with expectations, with the inevitable weight of age and passage of time. The call was pretense. Low Ki had nothing to prove to Produce, nothing to prove to the crowd fortunate enough to witness this, to the history created in the recording, nothing to prove those who made the call, nothing even to prove to Greco-Malenko.

This was not about the call. This was only about the answer.

This was not a match. This was a mirror.

And Low Ki was not afraid to look himself in the eyes.

Greco-Malenko was not an opponent to overcome. He was not an entity to defeat. He was a barometer, a scale to be weighed against.

If Low Ki left so much of what made him successful over the years: the kicks, the moves, the leap from the top rope, aside, and took to the mat: wrestled, grappled, fought for inches and miles on the ground, against a man who was made successful himself by those very things, then he would know his own worth. 

It is not on me to judge that worth, but I, like the rest of us, bore witness. 

You may say that he wrestled this match with one hand tied behind his back. Yet, those things I mentioned are not the things that made him the World Warrior. Even stripped down, he was still Low Ki. He was fluid and explosive, disciplined and unyielding, savvy and focused, and most of all, he was trained and professional. 

Greco-Malenko would go for a hold, would jockey for position, and Ki was right up, floating over, giving nothing, already moving to the next attempt. It was a chess match and Greco-Malenko was the admitted master, perhaps, but Low Ki refused to fall into traps. If he ended up in one, it was to prove (to himself, not the world) that he could then get out. He scored a number of advantages as well, forced Greco-Malenko to places that he might not have chosen to go were he in complete control of the situation, were he facing a lesser opponent. 

There was escalation as well. Ki was wise enough to know when a rope break was necessary. After the first, he shifted to a more defensive position, and eventually maneuvered things around so that Greco-Malenko was charged a rope break of his own. 

Even had he used both hands and all of his skill, this would not have been a fair fight. Greco-Malenko against anyone is not a fair fight, no matter the circumstances. At one point, he pulled his own legs down to set up a choke, manually defying age to force unnatural flexibility in a blatant and brazen manner.

In watching this match (and I have seen it many times at this point), I do wonder if, by the time of the second rope break that Low Ki was forced to use, he had seen enough, had proven enough. He had already lasted twice as long as anyone else against Greco-Malenko. A good general understands the battlefield. Just as Low Ki understood when it was time to resort to a rope break, he also (perhaps) saw six moves ahead to a certain inevitable point. Perhaps that is why he reached down and unleashed the Ki Krusher. He saw enough, proved enough, looked himself in the mirror and nodded in approval, and decided to roll the dice, to make life just a little more interesting for Greco-Malenko, almost as a gift for the crucible KGM so deftly provided Ki. 

Greco-Malenko had offered himself as a test for Low Ki; maybe it was time to give Greco-Malenko a little test of his own. He passed. By pressing a foot down on Low Ki’s ankle to switch positioning, by laying in a knee, and then locking in a crossface chicken wing, he was able to make Low Ki pass out.

His reward? Respect already earned reconfirmed to the world, and Low Ki’s tie to go along with his medals and belts. 

The real reward, much as it had been for Low Ki, was the test itself. 

A call was made.

A call was answered.

The record book may say that Greco-Malenko won the match that followed the call, but no one could watch this match and say that Low Ki lost, not when he found everything that he had been looking for.

E: Low Ki is my favorite indie wrestler of his generation. When many of us lost our minds after the 2001 Super 8, the DVDVR Road Reports took off and many of us started diving into the US indies as WCW & ECW were dying, Low Ki was always the name I was on the lookout for. I loved the way he mixed high flying, brutal strikes, MMA inspired submissions into this totally unique style. He felt so fresh and unlike anyone else in wrestling. The closest comparison I can make was how it felt discovering Sabu for the first time. I’d just never seen anything like it before & I couldn’t get enough. 

Similarly while the Yuki Ishikawa vs Daisuke Ikeda rivalry was the big draw & introduction into BattlArts for so many of us, the wrestlers I was always most interested in were Alexander Otsuka and the Mark McGrath from Sugar Ray looking mat wrestling wizard with a hoop earring from the US, Carl Greco who later went by Carl Malenko. I was always a firm believer that Kiyoshi Tamura & Volk Han were the greatest mat wrestlers ever and Greco-Malenko was never far behind.  For me this is a bonafide dream match I didn’t think would ever happen. 

Karl Greco-Malenko’s return to wrestling after a 12 year hiatus has been nothing short of incredible. Aside from the grey hair he doesn’t look any different than he did in the late 90s & early 2000s when he was one of the best wrestlers in the world. I love the way he’s been treated since his return. He’s basically a special attraction Legend who oh by the way is absolutely still at the top of his game and is going to take your best shot, tie you up and beat you. Karl so outclassed Matt Mako on the mat he was doing a superman pose while Mako was tied up with nowhere to go. He withstood Mad Dog Connelly’s Haymakers and Tim Bosby’s Suplexes and no one has been able to push him past even 9 minutes. And he beats you with a different hold every time. The further people have been able to push Karl out of his comfort zone the more success they have. Connelly’s haymaker’s. Bosby’s suplexes. But eventually if you keep getting close to him, Karl’s going to get a hold of you and he’s going to take you down and he’s got the advantage from there. 

This brings us to Low Ki. Ah, Low Ki. The more things change, the more they stay the same. What would you say about Low Ki? Enormously talented, once in a generation athlete, his own worst enemy. We’ve been saying it for a quarter century and it’s still true  Low Ki is a great grappler & mat wrestler. He always has been going all the way back to the early 2000s. But when we think about Low Ki the mat wrestling has never been the first thing that comes to mind. When I think about Low Ki I think about the intensity, the athleticism and the striking. Given what Ki’s strengths were and the blueprint for having even a chance against Karl Greco-Malenko (lean into your strengths & away from his), my expectation was for them to take more a striker vs grappler approach to the match. Low Ki was always a prodigious talent. A truly great wrestler from the very start with unique charisma. But he always made things harder on himself and that’s exactly what he did here. Instead of leaning into his striking and utilizing his greatest advantage, Low Ki took the hard road. He tried to climb the mountain on the mountain’s terms. Low Ki tried to grapple with Karl Greco-Malenko and pushed him further than anyone has so far. 

It was Karl-Greco Malenko who was using strikes to get Low Ki down or open him up to go for the next submission. Early on Low Ki refuses to panic when Karl catches him in a hold. He relies on his technique, strength & flexibility to remain patient and look for a counter instead of utilizing one of his 3 rope breaks or resorting to using strikes to escape a hold or even create an opening. Low Ki had an answer for almost everything unless Karl did something extraordinary. There’s been a moment in every Karl Greco-Malenko match where he does something that just absolutely blows your mind like the superman pose in the Mako match. Here it was the flexibility when trying to position his legs for a triangle choke. He’s 57. It is insane. How can his legs do that? It takes Karl doing something that shouldn’t be possible for Ki to go for a couple of knee strikes. The first one is a solid hit & loosens the hold but the 2nd makes a big impact. It causes Karl not only to break the hold but it gives Low Ki an opening to take over and lock in a rear naked choke which necessitates Karl’s first rope break. 

Does Low Ki take note of the opening his knee strike gave him? Nope. But Karl does. It’s Karl that follows up with kicks to the chest & knees in the corner & getting the first knockdown of the match. Karl keeps kicking, but when Low Ki snatches him and goes for a takedown you think for a moment he’ll go for his footstomp. Instead he follows Karl to the mat and keeps trying to lock in a hold. He almost does and this time Karl is forced to punch his way out. It’s not a punch or two, it’s repeated desperate punches to the chest so he can get an opening to regain the advantage. He doesn’t follow up right away with a submission attempt, he keeps punching. It leads to a rope break for Low Ki when Karl finally locks in a hold but you leave the sequence sensing it’s Karl that feels more desperate even though Low Ki is the one down to his last rope break. When they stand up, Low Ki stands ready to fight but Karl takes a step back and takes a deep breath. No one has pushed him this far in over a decade. 

They go back to the mat, Low Ki has an advantage and actually blasts Karl finally with a few punches to the chest and stomach but he just refuses to win that way and goes for another submission. Karl punches his way out again and Low Ki finally gives in. If Karl’s gonna keep hitting  him, he’s gonna hit back. They get back to their feet, Ki hits two knee strikes & then plants Karl with a Ki Krusher. Some tremendous glassy eyed selling from Karl. Ki follows up with some more knee strikes and takes Karl down. Karl finds an escape, hits some desperate knees of his own and locks in the cross face chicken wing. Low Ki figured out how to win but it was too late. He was locked in the middle down to his last rope break with nowhere to go. He kept sticking his hand into the fire and finally got burned. 

The crowd (fortunately) never went for the “You Still Got It” chant but I wouldn’t have blamed them if they had. Here’s a man in his mid-late 40s who wrestles at most a couple of times a year versus a man in his mid-late 50s in his 4th match back after a 12 year hiatus from the ring. I mention the ages because they’re incredible but also to say that it takes years of dedication to your craft to be able to work like this. It’s easy to point to their ages and say they’re past their peak but there aren’t many wrestlers of any age who could have a match like this.

I said on Twitter that this was the best shoot style match to take place in the US. Maybe it sounds like hyperbole and yeah we aren’t able to watch Frank Gotch vs Tom Jenkins but this stands alongside anything we are actually able to watch. We’re extremely lucky that this happened. Let’s do it again!?

Mad Dog Connelly vs. Slade [Dog Collar Match]

MD: Certainty.

That’s the word that came to me as I watched the two of them at the start of this match.

Mad Dog Connelly ambushed Slade on the way in and put the collar on him, but he didn’t need to. I’ve seen opponents run from the mere idea of getting collared with Connelly. Not Slade. He just calmly ate a few shots and let the collar slip around his neck.

He wanted this. He embraced it.

The collar represented certainty. Assurance. 

Whatever would happen in the match to come, they would always stay just a few feet away from one another. While neither would run from the other, things did happen. Someone could stumble away, get tossed away. The violence might stop for a moment in a conventional match.

The collar prevented that.

They would be locked together in an unholy matrimony of violence, hatred, pain, blood, misery, and, for Slade at least, joy. Maybe not Connelly. For him, it’s more like release.

And for the next nine-and-a-half minutes release is what we as viewers were provided.

How can you worry about the weight on your shoulders: work, bills, politics, illness, late-capitalist decay, when you’re watching these two absolute monsters tear one another apart tethered together by a fury and steel?

Once chained, Slade threw the first heavy forearm. On the floor, he drew first blood by posting Connelly. He sat over his fallen remains in a chair and tossed him into those chairs in equal measure. He headbutted Connelly so hard that he knocked him out of the venue itself. And yes, back inside, he slammed his head into a brick pillar, leaving the imprint of Connelly’s bloody skull, very likely the greatest single pro wrestling image of the year, maybe even of the decade.

But Connelly was Connelly. He staggered, he stumbled, he fell. Then he got up and kept coming. He threw headbutts, he dove at Slade, he used the chain as a weapon, more deft and experienced with it than his opponent. He forced Slade up into a Gotch-style pile driver. He bounced back up off of a chokeslam. And then, as only he can, he went to use the chain-assisted hangman’s choke.

But Slade was ready. There’s no way to prepare for Mad Dog Connelly, but someone who is fearless enough, who is deranged enough, who is mad himself, can prepare for this one moment, and Slade did. He dropped Connelly into a neckbreaker and hung him over the top rope with his own chain.

The chain was certainty itself, the promise of violence, but a finish like that? It was simply a promise of more violence to come.

E: I think the first Mad Dog Connelly vs SLADE match is the best match to take place on a DEAN Show and one of the best matches of the century. It is less than 7 minutes and is despicably violent. I see their rivalry as a match up between the toughest man alive who might have a bit of werewolf inside of him (Mad Dog) versus the actual Devil (SLADE). It’s a horror movie that has come to life and every horror movie needs a sequel. This time they had a bigger budget and a bigger stage. They weren’t stuck in a single room, this time they had the whole house and they used it. The technical difficulties were frustrating in the moment but also made the match feel less like a match and more like a snuff film. I wouldn’t have complained if they switched the film to black & white. We might need it for their next match. Thanks to all the fans at the show who uploaded all sorts of great cell phone footage from the brawl outside. Always watch your fan cams! 

At a time when everyone is trying to be cool & likeable and so many come across as polished and media trained it is so refreshing to see these two. Violent outcasts of society. They’re pro-wrestlers because what else are they supposed to be? There’s a popular quote from the great Johnny Valentine, “I can’t make them believe that wrestling is real, but I can make them believe I’m real.” Nobody today represents that idea quite like these two. Mad Dog is determined to Live His Truth no matter what and SLADE is the Devil incarnate you can’t convince me otherwise. 

What can you say about this? They beat the hell out of each other inside the ring, outside the ring, in the street. All over the place. It’s messy, violent, bloody, gnarly and it absolutely rocks. Horror franchises get sequels. There are 13 Halloween movies. 12 Friday the 13th Movies. I will sign up for 13 of these. Lets do it. Get weird with it. I know there’s an upcoming Taipei Death match but keep going. Barbed wire? Naturally. Cage match? Why not? BattlArts Rules? Hey, that sounds kinda awesome.  Nobody out there embodies the spirit of the best kind of wrestling like these two. 

Team Smokes (Azrieal/Bam Sullivan/Calvin Tankman/Isaiah Broner/Homicide) vs. Team Rev (Colby Corino/Jake Shepherd/Nathan Mowery/Tank/Cole Radrick)

MD: I’ve been through this three times now (you don’t want to know how many times I went through Ki vs KGM). First time, I rode the chaos. Second time, I thought I had it cracked. Third time, I realized that I didn’t. I should embrace that chaos, but it’s hard, because, due to who I am and how I look at this stuff, I do see the order struggling to burst through.

Work with me here for a second. In this match there is one driving force, one looming presence, and three throughlines. The driving force is Cole Radrick going with Team Rev after Azrael didn’t make it (robbing the world of Azrael vs Azrieal; and giving the match that clear sense of “babyfaces win the War Games coin toss, but there’s a twist!”). The three throughlines are Tank vs Tankman, Cole/Colby vs Broner, and Bam vs Mowry. And the looming presence? Jake Shepherd. 

Shepherd makes it into the ring once, taking out Azrieal after his dives and facing off against Broner (only to get hefted), but he’s all around the ring throughout the match, like the world’s mightiest bottom feeding fish churning up the water. In many ways, he’s the difference between this and every other multi-man (tag or otherwise) overly produced, guys laying out on the floor match you’ll see on TV today. Yes, things cycled in and out of the ring. Yes, different people were showcased front and center at different times, but it was much more like a festival concert with three stages.

Or you know what it was like? It was like that 5-star Horace Hogan match, the one where everyone’s brawling around the arena while Casas and Santo are owning the ring. Except for who gets to own the ring changes in cycles and Shepherd is out there on the floor doing interesting things that we barely get to see the whole time.

After my second watch, that was where I was with this thing, a nice neat package with a few key moments, like the Mowry flaming knee sending Sullivan through the door and the Cole/Colby combo curb stomp on Broner, and of course Homicide coming out, offering Colby a fork and then ending the match by jabbing his own back-up fork into Colby’s ear when Corino was just a bit too slow to actually do anything with it. 

It’s a good story, right? I could probably even get away with it. You guys would buy that, right? I tied a nice bow on the thing.

But I would be lying to you. And maybe you wouldn’t know it. Maybe Eric and Phil and JR wouldn’t know it. Maybe even Elliott wouldn’t know it as he followed behind me. But I’d know, and I can promise you the Reverend Dan Wilson would know it, and quite frankly, I don’t want that hanging over me.

So yes, Tank and Tankman had two or three exchanges in the center of the ring, massive behemoths crashing into one another until Tank finally was able to drop the strap and smash Tankman through a table, but that wasn’t some sort of framing device. It was violent inevitability. 

And Sullivan? He took time off from tossing a chair at Corino and Radrick (and dropping one onto the groin of the other) to battle Mowry again and again. That included him jamming a headscissors takeover attempt, because that sort of pretty, fancy BS wasn’t going to fly in a match like this. That wasn’t all just to build to the big spot on the stage. It was because like attracts like and violence begets violence. 

I can’t impose order on this. I can’t make sense of it. I can’t even chronicle it, not really. Here’s what I know: Nine men faced off against one another. One was a turncoat. A tenth arrived in darkness with great fanfare. New blood was spilled. Old blood was remembered. When the smoke cleared, Homicide stood triumphant over a heaping mass of murderers and one scion who didn’t find his killer instinct quite in time.

If you claim to be able to make any more sense of it than that, you’re lying to yourself and to the world. 

E: This is another “how do you even talk about this” kind of match so I’m just going to watch it and write about whatever I notice. 

Ok first of all, of course you can’t trust Cole Radrick. Look at that fucking guy. Of course he was gonna turn on Team Smokes. 
Jake Shepherd is the man. When everyone starts fighting he starts to get in the ring and then is just like “nah, fuck this I’m going to the floor and will fight whoever ends up out here.”
Calvin Tankman is so awesome. I could watch the shoulderblock he hits Tank with 100 times. That’s a fucking shoulderblock. Tank takes such a perfect bump for it leaving his feet and looking up like “What the fuck was that?”
Nathan Mowery is such a great bumper. I love that he’s trying weird shit like that headscissors take over. Love that it didn’t work out for him. 
Shepherd vs Broner should be a touring feud where they just go around the country beating the hell out of each other. Their Death Valley Days match is spectacular and I love their all to brief interaction here. 
Radrick and Corino are really good together. Perfect scumbags. 
As an advocate of more fire in wrestling, I’m in favor of the flaming knee. 
Tank vs Tankman meeting up again in the ring is fantastic. They’re great together. They needed to figure out a way to take out Tankman and that worked. 
Broner’s headbutt to Radrick. I screamed. 
Broner was awesome as the last man standing on his team out gunned but refusing to stay down. What a wrestler. 
And then Homicide. 

When I first watched this show I was really confused that this was the main event. Don’t get me wrong, I was very excited for this match. Every single name announced got me more excited. I am a huge Coven of the GOAT Fan. I LOVED the Gypsy Joe Invitational so I expected this to rock. But I’ll be honest watching the show live when Low Ki vs Karl Greco Malenko happened and then SLADE vs Mad Dog came out I thought to myself maybe this was cancelled and I somehow missed it. 

By the end I wasn’t wondering anymore. Even on a show with those other top two matches, you couldn’t end on anything other than Homicide’s surprise return to save an outnumbered team. The way Team Rev responded and went after Homicide was perfect. Tank standing out front first. The most experienced member of the team he backs down to no man. Mowery a loyal disciple & undeterred by how easily Homicide got rid of Tank charges in next. Radrick that cowardly turncoat ran in half heartedly & quickly and let himself get thrown out of the ring with ease avoiding the fork altogether. Big Jake Shepherd was next. Big Jake is a mountain of a man, young with something to prove. Homicide decided to make an example out of him. He took his time and made Jake suffer and taste the fork. Last was Colby. The Prince of Old School. The offspring of maybe Homicide’s greatest opponent. What a perfect way to end a show. 

 

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Wednesday, April 29, 2026

A World He Did Not Make. A Truth One Cannot Return To: Greco-Malenko vs Connelly

Karl Greco-Malenko vs Mad Dog Connelly [Battlarts Rules] ACTION 4/17/26

MD: Look, we watch a lot of wrestling. Too much wrestling. That can be a thing. We live it. It's fine. We're ok. We're mostly sane around here. But that means that we turn on a match, when we tune in and lock in, we have a pretty good sense of what we're going to get. When they announced this one (and as always, I am not privy to this stuff ahead of time), I had no idea what to expect.

Once upon a time, a guy named Austin Connelly wrestled a bunch of UWFI rules matches. All sorts of opponents. Daniel Garcia. Max the Impaler. Blade. Garrini. Davey Richards even. He won most of them, most of them under five minutes. That was before he found his truth, before his eyes went wild and enraged, before he learned to lean into the secure, stifling tug of a dog collar around his neck. He's a different beast now. 

And Karl Greco-Malenko? He's come back to a world of American independent pro wrestling that he never made. This isn't some sort of soft and casual homecoming. The indies were never his home. PWFG. Battlarts. All Japan. Even a tiny but of Rings and Fu-Ten. This? This is the wild west. Matt Mako, dangerous as he was, deadly as he can be with that cross-armbreaker. That was familiar territory. Greco-Malenko is the interloper here. He's the one who's crossed territorial lines, literal coonskin cap on his head. A pioneer. A man of science and technique. An adventurer gone grey. Gone exploring right into the cave of the beast. 

This was Battlarts rules, sure. Fine. That would define the rules of engagement, not the style, not the tenor, not the tone, not the attitude. You try to put Mad Dog Connelly in a box and he'll tear down a lot more than four walls. That's what I thought at least.

Yet, that's not entirely what happened. Oh, this was Mad Dog. It was unquestionably Mad Dog. But for the first time in years, I think I saw glimpses of Austin peek out. Yes, Greco-Malenko had crossed on to his territory, but the specific nature of this challenge seemed to reawaken something in Connelly, some last vestige of civility behind the seething rage. 

If Greco-Malenko was such an expert, such a practitioner, such a legend. If he had the temerity to barge in on Connelly's world, to challenge him on his turf, to face him in his ring, then it wasn't enough to just beat him in Mad Dog's ineffable way, to make Greco-Malenko live his truth. Just this once, Connelly needed to stretch, to reach back, to remember a Truth that was no longer his own but that he once carried with him. 

So he faced Greco-Malenko on his own terms. He wrestled.

The thing is, not even Mad Dog himself can force himself into a box, not even with all of his will and focus and intention. Yes, he was able to lean on technique, was able to latch on to limbs, was able to jam an elbow in for leverage, was able to ride and control the great Karl Greco-Malenko. But he couldn't help himself. He just couldn't. He taunted, vocal in a way that you never see him in matches, the human slipping through, tainted by the beast, haunted by the fury, but recognizable nonetheless. 

More than that, he hammered, swiped, punched, pounded. Against a lesser opponent, it would be overwhelming, exhausting, destructive, but for Greco-Malenko, it was an opportunity. He placed a hand behind his head, nominally absorbing blows. That just infuriated Connelly more and he pounded even harder. That let Greco-Malenko seize a hand and reverse things. 

Because Connelly was limiting himself in his attempts to conquer Greco-Malenko's world, because he was trying to force himself into a box, because he was trying to win on terms that were not his own, he provided Greco-Malenko answers to questions that should have been unanswerable.

Momentarily frustrated, Connelly rushed in. Greco-Malenko was ready, caught him in a butterfly position, lifted and dropped him into a knee, and rendered him helpless with a submission. Just like that, it was over.

Except for it's never really over with Connelly, is it? That's the thing about truth. It doesn't simply just end and go away when it's convenient. It's always there following you, lurking around the corner. And when Connelly is involved, truth is always, always, always found at the end of a chain. 

Congratulations, Karl Greco-Malenko. You donned your cap. You marched off into the belly of the beast. You took your hide. You survived to tell the tale.

But if you ask me, and I bet if you dare to ask the Mad Dog, I don't think you've lived your truth yet. 

But you will.

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Saturday, March 07, 2026

Death Valley Days: Road Report

ACTION Wrestling Death Valley Days: Road Report 2/28/26

MD: Usual disclaimer to start. This is Segunda Caida, of course. But I don't personally have a hand in these shows. It's all Phil, Eric, Matt G, and JR. I get no privileged info. Up until now at least, I don't suggest that they try to book Marco Corleone. While I'm proud of these guys for putting their money where their mouth is, my mouth is here. I wouldn't say what you're about to read is fully unbiased, but it does have a level of distance at least. That said, they're doing great. But they already have a Matt, and he could hit an Iconoclasm on me.  

It's also been great seeing so many people write about the show in general. Engage with pro wrestling, write about it, talk about your experiences. That's the spirit that drove DVDVR and this place and the internet needs more of it once again.

Ok, on with the show.

Darian Bengston vs Ryan Mooney

MD: Kicking things off and setting the tone, this was for the ACTION title, one of the two title matches on the card. Bengston is free-flowing, technical, engaging, dynamic, entertaining. He's constant motion, shifting from one hold and position to the next. 

It was up to Mooney to stop him cold as many ways as possible then. Sometimes that meant throwing himself headlong at Bengston, foot first off the ropes and with a body block from off the top. Sometimes it meant throwing Bengston all around the ring with tricked out offense. And yeah, sometimes, especially when things got particularly hairy and Bengston inched closer to the Makabe Lock, that meant biting. 

As things escalated, tricks that worked earlier in the match failed later on, like a hitter who had seen a pitcher a couple of times late in a game, and that was true first and foremost for the biting. Bengston was able to redirect Mooney's hand right into his own mouth, lock the legs, and flip over for the Makabe Lock. This was solid, smart, straightforward. Both men were stylized in their approaches but the match itself was grounded and easily accessible compared to what was to come.

Angus Legstrong vs Oldman Youngboy

MD: I made the choice to write about this all at once, because it, even more than the DEAN shows, is a single card and should be looked at as such. In some ways, this match is here to prep everyone for the BattlARTS match to come, but it's also to pull people out of their comfort zone. Bengston vs Mooney was very much in their comfort zone, something well executed and familiar.

This though? 

This probably took a lot of the crowd for a ride into Parts Unknown. Legstrong looks like a mostly bald Cliff Clavin, if he had the strongest legs in the world, which he immediately showed off. Youngboy returned the favor with a super impressive bridge. 

And then they were off to the races. Gritty grappling where nothing was given and everything was opportunistic. In theory, it was a bit like a CWF undercard match where Eddie Graham sent a couple of guys out to shoot. 

Back on their feet, neither getting a decided advantage (though Legstrong was able to get Youngboy to go for a rope break), they each utilized more of a professional wrestling flourish. Youngboy faked high and picked a leg with a roll; later on he'd hit a beautiful takedown scissoring Legstrong (ironically enough) with his legs. Legstrong, on the other hand, was able to get Youngboy in a vulnerable position and just paintbrushed him.

Maybe, just maybe, Oldboy was winning on points, but none of that mattered after Legstrong hit the first real bomb of the match, a literal one. Oldboy, on instinct, managed a kickout on the folding press, but Legstrong did his best SENKA impression and bullied Oldboy over for the pin. 

This was two men plying their trade, showing off their skill, presenting a vision of what pro wrestling can and should be that's very different than most of what we've gotten this century and it was very welcome to see.

Isaiah Broner vs Jake Shepherd

MD: Exactly what it should have been (which is something you can say about every match on the card, really). Two behemoths going at it. Jake Shepherd possesses real Jerry Blackwell energy in the best way. There's just something about how he moves. They just threw shots at each other to start and Broner got the better of him. Shepherd had this way of shaking his leg as he stumbled backwards. When you're a super heavyweight, every movement matters. It draws the eyes, it tugs at the imagination. By stumbling back like that, it put over Broner's shot in a massive way. 

Then he crashed right through him (which is no small feat). They ended up on the floor and Broner started to get the best of him again, but there was Shepherd out of nowhere with an unlikely kick. He had an answer. And then he punctuated it with an absolutely brutal splash on the floor. Much of the rest of the match was Broner trying to heft Shepherd up for what the commentators thought might be a Death Valley Driver. Eventually, after catching him on the ropes, he did get him up, and then he planted him with the craziest F5 you'll ever see. I could have watched these two throw massive shots at each other all night, but clearly in a clash this titanic, something had to give. Broner's always worth watching, no question; we knew that. But Shepherd is such a perfect DVDVR guy.

Kasey Owens vs Adrian Alanis

MD: Character should always drive action, but that's especially true when you're deviating from conventional narratives. This was heel vs heel, but it was completely driven by who these two were.

That meant Owens came out, turnbuckle in hand, causing a fit and demanding the ref to check Alanis. That let him slip the brass knuckles into the turnbuckle himself, presumably to use later. 

Once the action started however, it was more akin to goofus and gallant, if both were heels. Alanis had one poised piece of offense after another, posing in between. Owens, on the other hand had cheapshots and finger pulling. 

After Alanis nearly got the win with a Flosion and Owens finally hooked in the Chicken Wing, things completely devolved into one of the best and rarest forms of wrestling there is, a dirty rotten scoundrels scenario. A crutch ended up in the ring, then one chair after the other. Owens tried to use the turnbuckle. The ref was yelling at them. They were yelling at the ref. They were yelling at each other. Then they both went for the Eddy Guerrero chair fakeout at the same time and only came to when it was obvious the ref was going to throw the match. It was fun stuff and completely different than anything else on the card and most things you'll see on any card all year. 

Alanis felt a little more out of his element though, which allowed Owens to get the better of him. Instead of getting to use the knucks, he ensured that Alanis went head first into the turnbuckle. I'm not 100% sure about the actual physics of that, but the pro wrestling physics (which tend to be more moral than anything else) were spot on, and the slovenly trickster of yore beat the slicker athlete on this night.  

Slim J vs Tim Bosby

MD: Slim J looked like the most professional professional wrestler in the world here. This was sharp as you'd expect, one of the most imaginative, versatile babyfaces of the century, with some of the best, smartest instincts, against a dynamo of a athletic base with bomb after bomb after bomb for offense. 

Slim tried to pry off an arm early, and he'd have some success with that technique, but there was always the sense that Bosby was just too big and too much for it to slow him down enough. Even then, were it not for Hales getting involved, maybe it would have been. But Dylan did get in the way and that let Bosby start in on the back. 

Some of his offense looked like it broke Slim in half. Despite that, Slim would climb up and around, bound over, hit from every angle as he was want to do, but he couldn't turn the tide. A match like this, while being as pro wrestling as it possibly can be, also has a bit of that sports feel. Bosby had the ball and was driving on net again and again but no matter the pressure, Slim J didn't break. And once he got ball possession, he ran with it. 

Even then, it seemed like it all came to naught as Bosby finally planted him with an F5, something they had conditioned the crowd to be a match-ender earlier in the night in the Broner match. It led to a huge kickout here. Finally, after a couple of finishing stretch counters, Bosby hit a spinecrunching German and it looked like that might be it. It just wasn't that sort of night though. It was, instead, the sort of night where Slim leaned as hard as anyone possibly could into being an arch-babyface, hulked up, ripped the shirt, nailed Dylan off the apron, and wholly immune to even the idea of negative consequence of that distracted action, took Bosby up, over, and around for the pin. And for at least a few minutes, all was right in the world. 

You know what? Sometimes we need that. Sometimes we need pro wrestling to be that. Why the hell not here and now?

Toby Klein vs Nathan Mowery

MD: Variety is the spice of life, and if you ask these guys, blood is a viable spice. This would be the death match portion of the show. The great thing about using a VCR as a ranged weapon, like Klein did to start this before Mowery could even make it to the ring, is that then you can use the tape from the VHS itself as a garotte. It's economical when you think about it.

This was about as straightforward as could be. Two maniacs (said affectionately) jabbing jagged objects ranging from antlers to a handsaw into each other's forehead and then peppering the bloody remnants with punches. Occasionally you'd get a DDT. More likely you'd get a chair, or a door, or a light tube. 

If there was the overarching theme to the night, it was wrestlers giving it their all, not in the A for Effort sort of way, but instead in that these characters, these unique, twisted, brilliant, wonderful entities, were pressing up against each other in this overwhelming cacophony of violence, technique, and grit that would drown out all the petty, meager worries of the day. And that was completely at play here. These two were, in this moment, the very most of their class, of their type, and they battled each other with all the trappings of their chosen style. It just so happens that Mowry had the Reverend at his side and the means to set his elbow on fire. Past that? Could have gone either way.

Jamesen Shook vs Tank

MD: Speaking of characters (but then I could start literally every one of these matches like that; that's the strength of this card!)... Shook and Tank. 

For a guy with just a few years under his belt, Shook is markedly good at commanding a room. He's very entertaining, especially when he's taking stuff. He wrestled this match big even in a small room, and you need to wrestle big to stand out against Tank. 

Tank's got the mass, but he's a center of gravity not because of what he is but because of who he is. It's because of the timing, the gravitas, some of the best punches you could possibly see in 2026 (or 2016 or...), and the wisdom to know how to twist the act just a little depending on his opponent, like here with the eyepoke. Meanwhile, Shook was living up to his name, arms flailing at every shot.

Even so, there's over a thirty year age gap between these two, and you got the sense that Tank wanted to win this one through crook as much as hook, just to show that he was canny, that he was the master of whatever game you put in front of him. Thus the feigned knee injury. If he had just plowed through, maybe he could have won this thing, likely he could have, but he wanted to win it on his terms and that gave Shook exactly what he needed to get a roll up and slip away with his title for yet another day.

Karl Greco-Malenko vs Matt Mako

MD: So Greco-Malenko could be Timothy Olyphant's stunt double on Justified, and I mean that in the very best way. He doesn't need to be though, because he's already Karl Greco-Malenko, and that's more than enough.

Back during the DEAN~!!! 1 review here, I noted my own difficulties in writing about shoot style given that it tends to be so free-flowing and full of primarily intrinsic storytelling. I've watched a lot of Newborn UWF since then, and I've more or less come up with a framework to see me through.

You're looking for the contrasts. They say styles make fights, but it's really a combination of character, physical attributes, and preferences (you can call that styles, I guess). If you can map out all three through the action, you've got things managed.

Here, Mako was younger, stronger, faster. He wanted that armbar. Was he starstruck a bit? Hard to say. Greco-Malenko was savvy with plenty to prove. They both had hunger but it maybe manifested differently, and it's in that difference, as much as all the skill and technique between them, that a fight like this shines.

The sum of it felt fairly equal to me. Mako looked for his opportunities, was quicker to grapple, was more the aggressor. Greco-Malenko had answers for mostly everything; sometimes that was firing off palmstrikes, both when in a hold and not. Sometimes it was a clever reversal. There was one time where he avoided a rope break by spinning out into a leglock. That was the sort of escape that would have gotten a huge pop in Japan decades ago from educated fans who knew the skill needed to not just settle on grabbing the rope and the crowd here, to their credit, understood and reacted just as they should have. 

In the most whimsical part of the match (proof positive that just like when Tank went for the eyepoke or the double drop down chair spot between Alanis and Owens, humor can find its way into almost any situation if the wrestlers are talented enough and allow their humanity to shine through), Greco-Malenko turned things around into a floating bodyscissors with his hands outstretched like he was king of the world. 

In the end, Mako came close, very close, to prying that arm off and getting what he wanted, using a fakeout punch to score a huge takedown, but maybe he wanted it too badly and Greco-Malenko was able to pull out one last counter into a heel hook and seize victory. It was a triumphant return in every way for Greco-Malenko with Mako looking all the better for pushing the old master as far as he did.

Mad Dog Connelly vs Slade

MD: Six minutes. Six minutes bell to bell, almost exactly. Maybe off by five seconds, maybe. 

That could be the review, right? I could stop there. That they packed this much violence, animosity, and mayhem into just six minutes. For a complete match with a beginning middle and end, it might be second for second, the most ... well, let me leave hyperbole aside. 

This was hot iron clashing with cold iron. Mad Dog Connelly is, and I say this with great fondness and at a great distance, a maniac. He channels the gaping wounds of the world into rage, seeking vengeance for all the wrongs done by man and done upon man. Slade on the other hand is a stone cold sociopath, the sort of man that would gleefully inflict those wrongs in the first place. There are universes of torment to be found in the eyes of Mad Dog Connelly. Within Slade's? Nothing, nothing at all. 

And here they were, in the middle of the ring, two dynamically opposing forces throwing fists, throwing heads, throwing each other. When they were done wailing on one another in the ring, they went to the floor. There they entered into an unholy pact to bloody one another with the crash of bone on bone alone. Goal achieved, Mad Dog drank in the fruits of their collective effort.

Things boiled over. This wasn't six minutes due to curfew. This wasn't six minutes due to people wanting to go home. This wasn't six minutes due to another show starting on IWTV. This was six minutes because it couldn't possibly be seven. Something had to give, and after the gutwrench and after the choke slam, what gave was Slade's throat with the chain from the dog collar wrapped around it. Violent fiend that he may be, he's still only flesh and blood and bone and sinew after all. Of course, the bell wouldn't stop these two. Six minutes now, but the promise of more to come. I'd expect nothing less from such polar entities of wrath and spite.

MD: Which takes us to the end of the card. I leaned hard into the six minutes of Connelly vs Slade, but look too at the tight two hours that this show came in under. It had a little bit of everything, an ode to the sort of shows that were written about by those of the Death Valley Driver faithful two decades ago, and those that they obtained on tape. 

There was conventional wrestling, Slim J vs Bosby being a modern version of Tito Santana vs a Heenan Family member in its own way. There was like vs like, contrast vs contrast. A deathmatch, a shoot style classic, a hoss fight, title matches, an outright war. It ran the gamut, with the underlying unifying element being the competitiveness, the struggle, wrestlers giving it their all across different styles. 

And that's exactly what pro wrestling, in all of its variety and gripping wonder, is all about, right?

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Sunday, November 23, 2025

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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Sunday, September 21, 2025

D3AN~!!! Day 6: MORIARTY~! WOODS~! TAYLOR~! FOX~! GYPSY JOE~?


DEAN~!!! 3 9/6/25

Lee Moriarty vs. Josh Woods

MD: Look, this is the D3AN review and I really enjoyed the match, especially on the rewatch, so I'll promise to only spend one paragraph on the rope breaks.

Let me talk about Pure Rules matches in general first. It's a singular gimmick. There's nothing else like it. Every other gimmick match relaxes one rule or another. For Pure Rules, though, the gimmick is that the conventional norms and rules of pro wrestling matter more and not less. You get one punch. You get three rope breaks. Interference is nullified. There is a time limit and judging as opposed to just draws. Etc. It leans into the rules and puts more weight on them. It enhances certain aspects of pro wrestling and creates a more vivid and distinct box. In doing so, different stories can be told and the limitations can actually create narrative possibilities and inspire creativity. I've seen people say that Lee Moriarty isn't as technical as they might want and while I don't necessarily see that, I'd argue that he's strategic instead and that in strategy, more than just technique in and of itself, you find more explicit storytelling. His Pure Rules matches are full of those.

Which brings us to the rope breaks. Shortly after Woods opened up the match by targeting Moriarty's midsection, he trapped him in the ropes, and yanked on multiple limbs at once. Mike Posey, the ref often noted on commentary as a "Pure Rules" expert, called this a legitimate rope break. Later on, Moriarty, who had started to target the arm, did something similar by bringing Woods to the ropes and yanking on the arm. Dylan and Mose did a good job covering on commentary, but I'm going to cry foul. Again, it's about the rules meaning more. Sure, that means that if someone can sneak in a punch without the ref seeing, they can get big heat from that. Likewise if a rope break is somehow missed by the ref, but this was blatant and obvious. You can't get charged a rope break on a hold that is intrinsically illegal. It's on the ref to break it. If you were to outright choke someone and they went to the rope on the five count, there's no way that would count on a rope break because it's an illegal hold. I have no problem with Moriarty trying to make use of the approach after losing one break, because then the ref had already weighed in on it, but it has to be nipped in the bud now or else it'll become a slippery slope that will destroy the strategic elements of Pure Rules matches moving forward. And that's all I'll say about that.

That said, the match was a lot of fun. Woods brought a certain level of Steve Williams-esque intensity and bestial strength to go along with his technique, hefting Lee this way or that. Lee, on the other hand, had a lot of slickness and precision, kicking limbs away, getting in a counter that snap targeted the arm, etc. That's not to say Woods couldn't bring that to the table too, like when he locked in a lightning fast Navarro-style lock out of nowhere. 

When the match did open up, the duel "limb"work was interesting because Woods was working with one arm and Moriarty's midsection was what was targeted, leading to some unique and consistent selling. Between his strength and skill, Woods came off as a unique challenge, losing only because of Moriarty's superior experience with the rules. In this, you can argue from a story perspective that Woods himself was thrown by the rule disruption. He got his third ropebreak, but instead of honing in on the body, he went to the ankle, and instead of letting Moriarty crawl to the ropes and maybe even make use of them himself, he chose to drag Moriarty back to the center of the ring, setting up the roll up reversals. Muscle memory and an inability to think on the fly and maximize his advantages cost him the match, which is a very solid and compelling sort of story for a Pure Rules match. 

But yeah, I have some heat with Posey here.


AR Fox vs. Shane Taylor

MD: To me, the comparison point to Fox is RVD. It's not a one to one, but stylistically, he should be so different from everyone else in wrestling just as RVD was. The way he moves, the creativity, the dubious physics, the effort. The problem is we're in a world where a lot of wrestling actually looks like what Fox does. Imagine if everyone moved like RVD in the late 90s-early 00s. Even if he was the absolute most of what he was, he wouldn't stand out nearly as much. Things that you'd accept and laud in him would frustrated instead because familiarity would breed a level of contempt. That said, I tend to forgive some of the more ridiculous stuff and see it more as a feature than a bug or at least as an exception. 

It helps when he's working real contrast instead of something similar, and he had that here with Taylor. I liked how impromptu and free flowing this felt. Yes, it was a DEAN show, but it was also at the 2300. Taylor was a brick wall and Fox had to use every trick to chip away at him. Some of Taylor's matter-of-fact blocks as shots were coming at him from every angle were great. 

And Fox had to defy gravity, shoved off the apron and landing on the guardrail to finally hit the flurry that managed to get Taylor off his feet, a true moral victory. Unfortunately, he had to continue to escalate the risks to try to put him down for good and all it took was one miss for Taylor to throw the punch that ended it. This was a great way to feature two very different wrestlers in a short sprinty impromptu match.


Gypsy Joe Invitational

MD: Little disclaimer here once again. What I'm about to say is just me talking. I've got nothing to do with the running of this show. I write on the blog. I love writing on the blog. Phil and Eric are friends and creative collaborators, but this is their baby with the other Matt and TK and the coaches and wrestlers involved with the show. This is just me talking as me. 

We're not getting this thing. It's lost media. I don't even know who won it. I don't know who was in it. I've seen one photo of Slade and one photo of a flying VCR.

So obviously, something went wrong or it went off the rails or who knows, right?

But that's the DVDVR spirit, isn't it? Read the road reports. Read the DVDVR reviews. Look at what's been archived from the old board. Sometimes wrestling is messy. Sometimes indie wrestling is especially messy. That's part of the beauty of it. It's live and raw and real and passionate.

There's a perfectly polished company with glossy, pre-planned everything, which has sacrificed creative freedom for total control. 

And then there's a competitor brand. And sometimes that brand is going to be a little rough around the edges, and that doesn't mean it's not professional. It means it's professional wrestling. Sometimes you go to a wrestling show to see someone hit their head on a ceiling that's too low. 

DEAN is all about diversity, about finding love in all sorts of wrestling, about just how weird and outlandish and messy pro wrestling can be. Sometimes it's going to be the absolute serene. Sometimes it's going to be the Anticristo promo. And sometimes it's going to be Survival Tobita vs Ken the Box. 

I have no idea what happened here. I have no idea what I would have found good and what I would have found bad in this.

But I sure as hell know that Dean Rasmussen would have squeezed every bit of joy out of it and created his own where it was missing. He would have called out the mess but he would have embraced it too. 

So yeah, look, I don't think we're getting this. And that's fine. I'm so glad we got to see any of this show, that it existed at all. We're in a world where the maestro match happened at the 2300 and was up for us to see. That's a beautiful world. That's a world that wouldn't exist without people that care so much about pro wrestling. 

But...

Some of you were there. Some of you witnessed this. 

Come on over to the Board. It's there. It's working better than it's been working in a couple of years. You can actually scroll between pages now. Modern technology at its best. Hit the thread. Do a mini road report. Write about the match. Document the thing. The good, the bad, especially the ugly. Throw in some ~'s. Have fun with it. It'll be off in a corner of the internet not too many people will see, somewhere that won't cause any trouble for anyone. but it'll be where some of the people that care the most will be able to see it.

This show is an amazing, mind blowing, almost impossible to imagine way to honor the spirit of the DVDVR and the big guy at the heart of it, but so is writing about what you saw and what you feel.  


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Saturday, September 20, 2025

D3AN~!!! Day 5: MAD DOG~! DEMUS~!


DEAN~!!! 3 9/6/25

Mad Dog Connelly vs. Demus [Hair vs Hair]

MD:  This begins and ends with the eye. Injured the day before in San Francisco, Connelly stumbled and crashed down the aisle in Philadelphia, a flimsy eyepatch the only thing protecting one of the most vulnerable parts of the body, already woefully damaged. He'd barely survived Demus on the first DEAN~!!! show, and now with stakes infinitely higher, on a more even playing field outside of his trademark match, he began from a deep, almost impossible deficit. 

Like a wounded animal, he leaned into his own pain and targeted Demus' eye. He knew his own agony and wished nothing more than to share that feeling with his opponent. Connelly's desperate back-against-the-wall impulse drove his every action. He went for an early pin and then started to tear at Demus' shirt. At first, I thought this was to expose the chest for chops, and he did that, but more so, it was to gather resources. The shirt became a weapon, one that he could use in the absence of a dog collar in order to hang Demus over the rope.

But as desperate as Mad Dog might have been, Demus' own survival instincts were canny and activated. He'd lost hair matches before. He knew the bitter shame of such defeats. He would not face it now, especially not against a damaged opponent. So for the first time in the match (but certainly not the last), Demus went to the eye to escape. This would be a theme as the match went on. All things equal, maybe Connelly could beat Demus and maybe Demus could beat Connelly. But all things were not equal, and Demus would stop at nothing to win. 

Before long, the eyepatch was torn off, and the mutual sense of desperation had escalated. The two were throwing their own bodies at one another. Demus crashed off the turnbuckles with the bulkiest body block you'll ever see. Connelly, able to stay in it with an awesome punch and crushing chairshot, went careening into the chair in the center of the ring as a seated Demus moved at the last moment. Demus likewise crashed and burned off a senton attempt. 

That left Demus open to Connelly's best shot, a Gotch style pile driver. Given the low center of gravity at play, the skull hit the ground with no give, no mercy, no respite. Yet still, Demus somehow survived it and desperation creeping back in, the wounded dog climbed the ropes once more. This time however, Demus made it to his feet too early and was able to brandish the chair himself, tossing it straight up and straight at Connelly's eye.

The throw hit true and Connelly was left staggered and hopeless. From there, Demus hefted him up and dropped to his knees with the meanest Muscle Buster you'll ever see. Connelly, channeling that desperate spirit one last time managed to kick out, but it was all for naught. Demus had one last trick up his sleeve, a dog collar of his own. If this had come into play earlier in the match, it might have turned the tide for Mad Dog, but now he was barely able to stand, and with it, Demus, in a pique of dark irony, was able to hang Connelly with his own twisted trademark. 

There'll always be the question of what might have happened on this night if Connelly had entered healthy. Maybe the pain drove him. It absolutely allowed Demus to prey upon a vulnerability and gave him an advantage in the match. Animal pride had empowered both men throughout and Connelly was possessed by it in the post match, causing chaos and shaving his own hair. He was defeated, but it would take far more than this for him to be truly vanquished.

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Thursday, September 18, 2025

D3AN~!!! Day 4: SAMMY~! MORTOS~! DRALISTICO~! CHEESEBURGER~! ISOM~! TITUS~!

DEAN~!!! 3 9/6/25

LFI (Sammy Guevara/Beast Mortos/Dralistico) vs Cheeseburger/Eli Isom/Rhett Titus

MD: Let's embrace the chaotic indie spirit of a random match popping up out of nowhere. We don't have a choice after all and embracing it would be a very DEAN thing to do. And why the hell not, right? Look, DEAN liked all of these guys. Yes, DEAN was great at finding things to like about almost anyone who had something to like, especially in the early 2020s, but he was also great at highlighting what those things were. More on this at the end because of Sammy's promo. 

This was definitely structured as an enhancement sort of match with name talent. Powers and Roma and Brunzell on a late 80s Superstars and that's okay. It meant that Isom could fire back a bit and give everything just a bit more dramatic weight. You know what to expect with Mortos (that headbutt) and Dralistico (throwing himself into his offense for good or ill, here good), but Sammy was the one to watch. 

Sammy's been paying his dues as Dustin's little buddy for the last year+, title belt or no, putting in the effort as a babyface. But now he gets to stretch and preen. They're still working it out. Him matching Rush's Tranquilo pose with his little bit of breakdancing works great. It didn't work quite as well with Mortos and Dralistico just standing beside him. Otherwise, they were a pretty well oiled machine here.

And of course the post-match promo was funny for what it was. Surreal to a degree to hear Sammy talk about Dean. Bobby Heenan is on record for giving someone advice in WCW that instead of saying they hated the fans, they should say they love them (the advice was not taken) and Sammy more or less did that here. Him referencing "pillars" in 2025 is a good bit. And then saying that he, and his stablemates were Dean's favorite wrestlers. Also a good bit. Sammy's online, of course. He's got that "Where are my five stars?" promo that he's never going to live down (Sorry), but I can't imagine him in these circles. So the fact that he didn't and wouldn't and couldn't know that DEAN was big on guys like Mortos and RUSH, but that he absolutely loved Sammy's JAS run with Tay, for instance, makes it even more funny. 

No, Sammy was not one of Dean's favorites, but in his own inestimable way, Dean loved wrestling more than anyone. And that meant he was going to find every awesome thing about Sammy and embrace them and shout it from the rooftops. There are absolutely things that Sammy does that I think are very good (and no, I'm not going to list them here), but I've written up a bunch of his matches with Dustin over the last year+ and while I’ve been fair and even-handed, I’ve not shouted anything from rooftops. So, though he didn't know any of this, though he was doing the right thing to get heat, what Sammy really did was remind me once again just what we lost when we lost the big guy. 

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Wednesday, September 17, 2025

D3AN~!!! Day 3: YUTA~! MAKO~!

DEAN~!!! 3 9/6/25

Wheeler Yuta vs Matt Mako

MD: If the first Texas residency belonged to Hologram and if the Chicago residency belonged to Toni Storm, I kind of sort of thing that this Philly residency belongs to Yuta. Maybe not the clearest choice. You could argue Daniel Garcia or Mox or maybe a few others. But there was something about how the hometown crowd thoroughly hated Yuta that puts it over the top. Every time he appeared on screen, the chants started. Every time he tagged in, the boos rang out.

As such, this will end up being his signature match for the residency (there's still that ROH mixed tag with Shafir coming up, which is TK booking for me once again), because it was very good. 

If Matthews vs Starkz was about contrast, this one was about dissonance. 

Yuta is incredibly skilled. The springboard takeover into a seamless, picture perfect Cattle Mutilation was a thing of beauty. He nailed his signature rebound between the ropes to hit a German Suplex. He's a former Pure Champion. Yet the transition to offense was because Shafir got involved. Yet when pressed, he pulled off the turnbuckle pad to try to get an advantage. Yet he only won because of another Shafir distraction and him going to the eyes. 

That gap between obvious truth (Yuta's skill) and reality (Yuta's cheating), between expectation and how things actually play out creates a sort of cognitive dissonance which is the cornerstone for heel heat. It's well and good if the bad guy does something bad, but when he does it in a way that runs counter to the possibilities the fans know to be true, that's even worse. 

Of course, you might argue that Mako drove him to it by being that good. Just one tremendous, memorable, crisp piece of offense after the next. Even when Yuta did get him, like with that Cattle Mutilation, he couldn't keep him in it. Even when Shafir got in his face, like after he dropped Yuta into a chair on the outside with a sleeper, Mako was able to just shift directions and crash into Yuta with even more speed. 

But still, Yuta should be able to at least hold his own and on a card like this, he should have at least tried (not to mention the insult to injury that was his out of line behavior post match attacking one of Dean's kids). The only thing he proved here was that Mako had his number. But that doesn't matter when it comes to the record books. 

And that selfless performative embodiment of true selfishness is exactly why Yuta gets the legitimate heat that he does in a world still afflicted by ironic chants and winking cool heels. And it's why he owned his hometown residency, even in more of a secondary role.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2025

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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