Found Footage Friday: RACE~! RUDE ~! SHOCKER~! SANTO~! TWICE THE STEAMBOAT~!

Ricky Steamboat vs. Harley Race WWF 10/26/86

MD: We've got a couple of matches from Richard Land's patreon. Go give him a look. This was extremely house show-y, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes it can be a really great thing. I'd call it broader than usual though, which is saying something for these two in specific. They worked towards a curfew draw and there's some clipping but we get a solid 20 minutes so certainly the brunt of the match. That I can't quite make it narratively come together for me was less about the clipping and more about how back and forth it was and just the way they seemed to be working it.

There were definitely some themes throughout: groin shots, Race's head, Steamboat hitting multiple knee drops or elbow drops in quick succession, both men trying suplexes or slams but having the other land on them, Race having a lot of cheapshot cut offs or reversals. They went back to these repeatedly. I'm not sure I could necessarily pull a narrative together out of it. Race was beaten down in his WWF run, but I think I might prefer him this way. I noticed it in 90 Puerto Rico too, how much I appreciated his savvy and timing and framing of things and how so much of what frustrates me about 70s or early 80s Race (especially in Japan) is just less present. It doesn't mean he didn't bump: he took a face first bump off the apron to the floor, but there's maybe less of a drive to big action too often and too early and instead a focus elsewhere. As for Steamboat, when he hit those repeated knee drops, the fans went absolutely nuts even past the point the ref pulled him off. He had a sequence whhere he climb the actual ropes to hit a fist drop and then went up for a splash off the top and despite them continuing to mention the curfew time, they had me for a minute that his momentum was unstoppable and that was going to be the finish (Race got his knees up). So yeah, maybe it didn't come together and maybe, given what they were going for and the setting, and just how good these two were at this point of their career, maybe it didn't have to.

ER: Remember when we didn't have a single Harley Race match on our DVDVR 80s WWF set? We didn't have any Terry Funk or Moondogs or hardly any Andre matches either so it says more about the process than any Race exclusion. It was the first set and the match selection process got air tight by the Other Japan Men. But it is a microcosm of many things that point to how little Race's WWF run is typically discussed when discussing his career. What is the highest regarded Race WWF singles match? That never got discussed as much during any assessment of his work. It's no surprise to anyone reading this that I love the final years of great wrestlers. Harley Race is a guy who always seemed old and his WWF run started when he actually was getting old. An old used up sack of shit 43 year old. Harley Race is my peer. I feel spiritually connected now to 1986 Harley Race's incredible bumping, leveled on the spiritual plane. Equals. Sore joints, delicate back, waking up with a surprise sciatic jolt down your leg, fucking 43 years old. 

My body has seen less abuse than former NWA World Champion Harley Race's body. He's a man you couldn't fathom in modern wrestling. This kind of man doesn't exist in the world today, and certainly doesn't exist in current professional wrestling. I like the Butcher as much as anyone but that's a guy who goes in on a brewery with his boys; Harley Race is the guy who would Tasmanian devil his way through that brewery. None of us have ever been involved in violent road incidents as pastime. Harley Race is an anachronism. A man sitting shotgun in a Seville pulling his 5th Bud off the ring one night is the same 43 year old scary uncle who was taking pratfalls like a barroom Buster Keaton a couple hours earlier. I cannot honestly fucking imagine living life as Harley Race. I can imagine being Cody Rhodes or Jey Uso pretty easily. But I can't picture what being Harley Race in the 70s was like. 

I think Harley Race is a beautiful wrestler. Let me know if this makes sense, but I think I love the way Harley Race bumps so much because he bumps the way Andre would have bumped if he was half the size. Harley Race hides this athleticism in plain sight the same way Andre would, by moving stiffly and falling differently than anyone else's physics. Don't let anyone ever tell you that Harley Race was old and washed during his WWF run. This was a house show main event. A large house in Maple Leaf Gardens in a main event going to a draw. Maybe people subconsciously don't view Race's WWF run because they were viewing him as a relic from the midwest making towns era and not a guy who worked in the TV era. I don't know. Harley Race was a relic by the late 80s, but his appeal as a relic was his entire appeal. He was never not a throwback to people because he was too real to be fake. This is a house show main event that contains no less than eight violent or unique Race falls, putting on a show for people who will never have any way to visually revisit the ballet again. 

Now we revisit, and we get to see Race in 86 was as good as Race in 74. I couldn't believe the way he moved. He's a large man making Ricky Steamboat's offense and pull look authentic, falling hard and getting up quick, falling onto his ass, being flipped onto his ass, beating up those knees in ways that make me now squint in pain at my spiritual peer. I don't know how much money I would have to be paid to face plant off the apron to the floor the way Race dementedly does here, but it's probably more than what Race made that night. What the hell were you doing man? Race could have very easily not done that and still sent fans home knowing they had seen Harley Race put on a show. Can you imagine seeing your dad fall this way? God. The energy this 43 year old peer has is something I don't think he was ever given proper credit for. Race as a go go go forebear of Kurt Angle is overblown. He looks like a guy who shouldn't be able to do the things he does, and that's a cool trait. If you somehow saw a man in your day to day business that looked like Harley Race, you'd know he was a tough son of a bitch. But you'd never in a million years think he'd be able to work for 25 complicatedly athletic minutes and build a rousing full match reaction for a draw. I was blown away at how he got up for everything and how hard he landed for even simple bumps. This is a man who only knew how to fucking go out there and perform in main events. Harley Race couldn't exist today. 

Ricky Steamboat vs. Rick Rude WCW 6/25/92

MD: This was far more conventional than the Race match despite being billed as no disqualification (mainly to cover Madusa shenanigans in the finish). It was almost comfortably so. Steamboat took over early with a perfectly timed and place punch to Rude's gut (well, abs) as he left it open. Theatrically perfect. He lost the offense by going for the climb up headlock takeover one too many times and ending up in a belly to back. Rude then worked over his back with various holds, Steamboat fought out, sold the back just enough to allow Rude to take back over with a cheapshot and then they repeated it.

It's formulaic but the formula balances when you have wrestlers who can make it work. It's time-tested and proven true and it worked great with this crowd. Steamboat's selling (not just in the moment but as he fought just to move despite the pain he was in) put it over the top. Rude finally went for a sleeper instead of something afflicting the back and Steamboat was able to come back more thoroughly. He nailed a teeter totter-ed tombstone but Madusa distracted the ref. He had her up for a press slam but Rude hit him with a chop block. Rude tried to hit the Rude Awakening but Steamboat reversed it and hit one of his own only for Madusa to put Rude's foot on the rope. When Rude finally got to hit it, Madusa pushed Steamboat's foot OFF the rope in a nice parallel moment for the finish. Again, none of this probably came as a surprise to anyone reading, but it all a great bit of business. Straight down the middle, smart, engaging, and well executed but not post-modern in the least. The Race/Steamboat match felt like abstract art compared to this.

ER: This was fantastic. I know WCW shows drew like shit in this era but fuck man the people watching the picture perfect way Rick Rude moved around Ricky Steamboat's pose holding karate timing. This was super athletic and hard worked, paced out great, and didn't waste a single action. There's so much waste in modern wrestling. You can tell when guys don't care about a kick to the stomach or gloss over a set up to get to the big conclusion. It's obvious, but you get mired in it when most guys do it. It's the style of the times. But seeing the boys do it, seeing Rude at the peak of his Pro Wrestling Being, and treating each Steamboat chop and punch in a way that moves his body theatrically yet appropriately. Every headlock and cravat and abdominal stretch and boxed ears and shoulderblock was treated like an important detail, and it's that reverence for every detail that made these Missouri Meatheads stay loud the entire time. I love how Rude's body gets shoved sideways by Steamboat's chops, how he lurches in place taking his punches. Nobody moves like Rude even though some have badly tried. Do you know how much godawful Dolph Ziggler/Kofi Kingston matches I watched that were all the worst versions of Rude/Steamboat? It doesn't matter how much they ape the match, it was weightless. Weightless, and nothing uniquely goofy like Rude flopping his arm while getting his head bounced off the top buckle, a man wrestling a big match for a small but intensely invested crowd. And the HEAT Madusa got and how ANGRY they sounded when her distraction meant Rude kicking out of the excellently battled over tombstone? Her hair looked perfect and her Barbie Party Dazzle dress couldn't have looked better. When she shoves Steamboat's foot off the bottom rope without the ref noticing? Bobby Heenan couldn't have done it better. 

El Hijo del Santo vs. Shocker Monterrey 10/21/01

MD: Turn of the 00s Shocker is a guy who I get but that I don't necessarily get the praise at the time for. He won a DVDVR 500 in 2002. Good punches. Lots of swagger. He's good, but that good? Everyone gets into lucha at different times. I push up against the conventional wisdom of the 90s and early 00s a lot because I got into it around 2012. That absolutely frames the way I look at Casas and it probably does Shocker as well. I first saw him during the RUSH feud and I might like that gnarled bastard more than this guy to a degree. It also means I jump at chances to see new matches from this period though. And this one gave me a lot to look at.

And you're not going to much better than a 30 minute Monterrey find against Santo. This was actually a kind of weird visual experience because there was confetti in the ring. Usually not an issue, but combined with the VQ, every far shot ended up looking overly pixelated because of it. Not a huge deal overall. This had time to breathe which meant they treated it almost like a title match, spending most of the primera on the mat. This was not smooth entries and exits and reversals though. It was gritty and uncooperative, snatching at limbs and rolling around. Even the stuff that should have been slick, like both men, legs locked, moving into a headstand to trade blows, didn't quite work. Not working was fine though because it just meant Santo landed on top of him and punched away.

After eating a big back body drop to the floor, a tope, and then Santo's finishing run off the top and with the clutch, Shocker took over in the segunda. He hit all the marks with gusto like you'd expect, a low blow, lifting Santo up at a two count, tossing him into the stands, doing a handspring into a pose. Santo was always trying to fight back, like the hero he was, but Shocker kept on top of him accordingly.

Everything came together in the tercera just how you'd want. Shocker tossed Santo back into the crowd, but he turned a whip into the post around, opening Shocker up. From there, he zoned in on the face (something the commentary said the women had previously begged Santo not to do). Shocker cut him off and they went back and forth til the end. That included a great battle over another Caballo Santo's corner tope, before we got an imaginative ref bump while Santo was in the tree of woe with Shocker misaiming the dropkick, another foul while the ref was down, a face-saving pin for Shocker and ultimately the DQ win for Santo. Everything was working exactly as it should have down the stretch with what came before it providing all of it gravitas. This actually helped bridge some of the gap with Shocker for me. Yes, he was in there against Santo but he did everything right, had lots of imagination, and covered it all with that patina of swagger and style. I'm not sure that makes him the best in the world, but I can see how certain people with certain preferences might have thought that around that time.

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Found Footage Friday: SANTO~! DANDY~! MONSTERS~! OF~! THE~! MAT~! '87~!

El Hijo del Santo vs. El Dandy Monterrey 6/14/98

MD: The biased ref: the rock that sunk a thousand lucha indy matches. But, at the end of the day, it's a tool, just like anything else, and whenever you give a tool to two absolute masters, two of the all time greats, they can use it to make magic. That was much the case here, as (Cuato?) Guerrero, that self same ref that I've encountered in countless old Monterrey matches in the last year, was completely on Dandy's side. Throughout the first two falls, every time Santo would start to come back, he'd been there to slow him down. In and of itself, that might have been frustrating and dumped all the heat on Guerrero. Instead, Dandy made use of the situation each and every time to slip one foul or another in, infuriating the crowd as he was taking advantage in the dirtiest, cheapest way possible. Therefore, it served it's best possible purpose, to build and build and build the heat until Santo was able to finally come back and get bloody, brutal, satisfying vengeance.

Dandy had started the beatdown in the primera by choking Santo with a shirt, and after the first foul cutoff, locked in La Casita for the pin. During the segunda, he started opening Santo up, especially after the next ref interference and foul, and made like an absolute vampire with his gnawing and tearing. When Santo finally did come back, he was constant motion, keeping well out of the reach of the referee as he darted across the ring to kick Dandy in the skull, including hitting the gnarliest diving tope in the center of the ring en route to a Caballo where he was pulling Dandy's head back by the hair in grisly fashion. The tercera started with him trying to split Dandy's head completely open in a row of chairs and never really let down. The commentators noted that there was strong rudo energy within Santo here, and maybe he went overboard, letting Dandy fire back in the crowd. They went into a more conventional tercera finishing sequence from there with big dramatic pin attempts as they continued to bleed all over the place. 

Just when it looked like Santo was about to lock in the Caballo once again, Bestia Salvaje stormed the ring and everything broke down. You knew that Santo was about to win, however, and even before that, they had gone through all the proper stages of the ritual: the beatdown, the hope spots, the cutoffs, the comeback, and then the back and forth bloody battle. This was a match that came out of nowhere, that we never thought we might have, one that defied and overcame the inherent failings of the local trappings to turn a convention that usually feels like bullshit into something absolutely serene. Two masters at work, painting a vivid landscape in blood and retribution. 

PAS: Incredible discovery, Dandy stops off in Monterey for a month in between jobbing to Chris Jericho in less then a minute on Nitro and beating Mark LaRoux on WCW Pro, to carve up El Hijo Del Santo and bleed buckets all over the ring.  Intense fevered brawl with rows of chairs being tossed willy nilly and Santo responding to the heel ref by just getting more and more vicious, tearing at Dandy's skull smashing his head into wooden chairs and ripping at his hair. These guys had a legendary hair match a year earlier, and this doesn't have the epic scope of the match, but they make up for it with nastiness and grime. Finish was a bit deflating, but that is really the only thing that keeps it from legendary status. 

JR: El Dandy is such a wonderful heel. He feels like a fictional character almost, as though he has been written to be perfectly slimy. He is such an obvious scumbag, so violent and so cruel. Yet he still functions with these flourishes and affectations while on offense, spinning on his strikes and preening between stomps. He’s like a mafia hitman who uses big words he learns from a word a day calendar in between his routine of torture and murder.

Santo is perfect here, perhaps the most patient wrestler of all time. There are so many places in this match where his spots would make sense and would get the crowd to react, but he holds them until the very last possible moment. He makes people wait. He builds anticipation better than any wrestler except for maybe Hogan. Truthfully, this performance is almost Hogan-esque, is it not? He sells wonderfully. He works with the referee in a way that would feel almost heelish if he did not have such a beautiful connection with the crowd. He hits his dive late and Colliseo erupts.

This isn’t the best Santo match. It’s not the best footage we have of Dandy as a heel. But if you wanted to show someone the essence of why both are so effective, you could do worse than using this as a guidepost.

 

 

Monsters of the Mat WWA 6/15/87

MD: Sometimes we don't have a choice. The footage decides itself. This was a Luce production at the Kats Bar in Chicago and is very much what it sounds like. It began with an arm wrestling match between the Sinister Minster of Fear and Calypso Joe (who wrestled sometimes as Bobo Brazil, Jr.). It ended after a bit too long (The announcer even said "something will have to happen soon" or something along those lines) with seconds crashing into each other and the proceedings after a missed punch, leading to Calypso winning by DQ, more or less setting the tone for the night.

Moose Cholak vs. Shotgun Willie

MD: (Yukon) Cholak was somewhere around 57 here, billed at 450 pounds. He felt like both a star (of sorts) and a regular at the bar in this setting. Willie had the Minister with him and had that DDP/Jimmy "Jam" Garvin look a few years early. He was a few inches away from solid TV job work. You found yourself looking forward to every time Cholak would whack Willie. Willie would do these big sweeping shots and then Cholak would just shove a satisfying fist in his face, ram his face into the corner or hit him with his belly. Then Willie would escape, stall, work the crowd, and try again from a different angle only for the process to repeat. Willie played hide the object (a chain maybe), but it really didn't do him too much good as Moose manhandled him again and again. Likewise with the Minister grabbing Moose's legs from the outside. He'd just shrug off the damage, muss his hair a bit, and pummel Willie. On some level it was probably repetitive, but everyone seemed to enjoy it well enough. Willie dodged the splash and things sort of devolved into a finish I didn't entirely understand but at the very least Moose had a moral victory and the Minster and Willie ended up scrambling.

Golden Lion & Polynesian Wildman vs. Beach Boy & Calypso Jim

MD: Golden Lion worked as Dick the Bruiser, Jr. That's all I've got on any of these guys. This was 2 out of 3 falls and had to do a lot of heavy lifting on the card. Sinister Minster was out with the heels (Lion/Wildman). I have conflicted thoughts about this. The leaned into traditional roles. The simple fact of the matter is that tag wrestling, so long as the formula (we'll say the southern tag formula) is stuck to, simply works. It's not rocket science. Shine/heat/comeback. Hope spots, cutoffs. The 2/3 structure allows for wrestlers' to either play that into the ebb and flow for falls and comebacks, or to have multiple face-in-perils and hot tags. That's basically what they did here, and it worked.

It's alarming how well it worked. These guys may not have ever been stars, but they were at least competent. The heels fed well for both faces. Jim had charisma. Beach Boy worked hard and had a lot of energy. The transitions were basic but effective. When the heels were in control they had swagger and kept things moving. Lion would strut to set up a Beach Boy hope spot and then cut him right off and set up some cheating. He hopped on the mic between falls to get heat. They built to big hot tags and big payoffs.

So why is this alarming? Because these guys (these guys!) could have this match and front of this crowd, could take up so much time and bring people up and down so well, and I'm not sure how many people watching wrestling would value what they did here or how many people wrestling could actually pull it off. These guys could do this in a random Chicago bar in 1987 with maybe a quarter of the athleticism. It shouldn't have felt so refreshing to me in 2024.

Igor Zatkoff vs. Dick the Bruiser

MD: Zatkoff was maybe Psycho Sam Cody and I've got a lot of time for him as a fake Russian. He looked like an oversized Rasputin with the beard and the shaky hands. He was there to fly around for Bruiser and he did, going feet over head for punches. They did some pretty solid test of strength stuff to start, working out of that position so Bruiser could toss Zatkoff about. Igor took over for a bit in the middle, mainly working Bruiser over in the corner but the comeback was more or less matter-of-fact. Minister managed all the heels in the night but this is the first time where it really felt like he got his comeuppance as things led to a big double noggin knocker; pretty smart way to build the card and put Bruiser over in the end and send the fans home happy.

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Found Footage Friday: SANTO~! NINJA~! YOUNG STUD BABA~! CALYPSO~! WHITE WOLF~! GILBERT~! DUNDEE~! NEW SOUTH~!

Giant Baba/Michiaki Yoshimura vs. Calypso Hurricane/Chief White Wolf JWA 5/12/64

MD: This one fell through the cracks when one of the Baba anniversary specials came out. It's only ten minutes and heavily clipped but what an amazing look at 26 year old Baba. He was an absolute monster. We have him here scrapping on the mat with Adnan, just chucking Calypso head first into the corner like he was a sack of potatoes, hitting this amazing standing kick around the side of Adnan to the back of his head, cutting off the corner so Yoshimura could deliver damage from the outside, throwing these blistering chops, and, after a hot tag, just chopping high and low and stomping the life out of people. There are so many reasons to love 80s and even mid-late 70s Baba, but you couldn't look away from him here. I still can't get over those kicks that seemed to go all the way around Adnan's body to hit him in the head. Points to him, by the way, for really phoning in the Native American gimmick with the laziest dancing and whooping you'd ever see. He did look great on the mat with Baba though, so he gets credit for that.

ER: Of course we all wish this wasn't clipped, but who could complain about a fresh 9 minute look at a young, whip fast, and jacked thicc Shohei Baba, as well as a great look at how damn good Adnan Al-Kassie and Ciclon Negro were in an era where we couldn't see them. Baba is the draw here, both for us and the fans who, during the pre-match introductions, can be seen literally standing and open-mouth gawking at the presence of Baba, who was almost surely the largest human anybody in the building had ever seen. If they had seen a man that large, somewhere, they had certainly never seen him move like this. It kicks so much ass seeing Baba run through Baba spots I know and love, only 3x as fast and with the impact of Stan Hansen. Look at him run the ropes with Calypso! Look at the fucking boot he throws at White Wolf's face! He's like if Yoshihiro Takayama had a few more inches. Calypso/Ciclon Negro is a guy who always had the rep of a great, respected worker, but most of the footage we have of him is from his late 40s/early 50s. Seeing him in his early 30s makes him look like a guy who would be one of my all time favorites, were I my father's age. He had an excellent style of bumping, athletic but appropriately tuned to the offense he was taking, a real immediacy to his work, a big bumper but with weight. Also, check that spot where Yoshimura moves out of the way and Calypso punches White Wolf in the face, off the apron, and then stands there looking and feeling like a real boob. 

El Hijo del Santo vs. El Ninja 12/13/85

MD: Wild structure on this. Primera was an ambush and a comeback attempt and a cutoff. Segunda had the comeback (that we missed the prime moment of) and a double count out after a dive. Tercera had a lot of the back and forth submissions and drama. And then the final extra fall, due to the count out, was basically some more beatdown and a roll up out of nowhere instead of a real comeback. The fans were up for all of it though.

And, just like the structure wasn't calcified into a more familiar form, neither was Santito. He sure as hell had selling of nerve holds down. I'm not sure I've ever seen it done better. Interestingly, the tercera ended with his flipping senton and rush across the ring; instead of hitting a tope, he hit a reverse body press off the top instead. He also had some pretty fun tricked out submission and pin attempts before that, including this neat Rings of Saturn number and a flexible attempt to get a full nelson with one of his legs. Ninja was fine here. He was a journeyman and understood the weight of the match. He made the kicks and nerve holds work, had some interesting stuff of his own during the hold exchanges, and was happy to escalate to choking with a towel in that final fall. It was clipped up so we missed some of the primera and that big moment of comeback; I had thought we were going to get another one at the end but they went with a flash pin instead. Still, it was a very interesting look at a relatively young Santo.

PAS: So cool that this just showed up. I do a semi-regular YouTube search for "Hijo Del Santo" as he is probably the greatest wrestler who has footage on tape that just might pop up on YouTube some day. This is one of the earliest Santo matches and Ninja wasn't the Monterey wrestler, but a re-gimmicked 60s luchador taking a mask loss payday. He had some nice wrestling martial arts stuff (more Stan Lane than Akira Maeda) , but was otherwise pretty much an opponent for Santo to work stuff out on. Great looking tope was probably the highlight, with Ninja getting sent into seats, and I did like the rolling senton into almost a diving RKO from the other side of the ring. More a cool look into an underseen period than a great match, but man was I happy it showed up. 

TKG: New Santo match shows up and it moves to the front of the queue. You add that it’s an 80s, mask match and yeah…plus I originally thought the Ninja was going to be a Garza relative.

First fall is clipped, but Ninja works like an 80s karate wrestler. He may have more different kinds of kicks than most 80s karate offense guys. I especially liked the kick he did in third fall set up by a Yoga tree pose style calf stretch. Kicks ranged between Stan Lane loose and Kabuki stiff. Left match wishing there was a Stan Lane v Ninja match and Kabuki v Santito one.

Like Kabuki, when Ninja wasn’t kicking he was putting on a nerve hold and Santo awesome selling it. In the 80s most people sold a nerve hold by trying to fight to power out. Santo sold it like he had a crystal ball and had seen shootstyle matches, and sprawled for ropes every time Ninja put the nerve hold on him.

We don’t get Santo’s transition to offense in second fall but we get all of Santo’s beautiful offense. And a double count out finish.

Don’t really get this, as Dandy v Emilio Charles draw meant both guys shaved head…and at one point there was interview with Rafael Maya where he talked about similar draw finishes. It feels like Ninja won two falls straight but whatever. Third fall had some real cool tight ras de lona pins and surfboard near falls.

And fourth was mostly brawling and felt abbreviated. The ‘unusual booking’ instead of leading to hotter final fall made the fourth feel really anticlimactic. Still hot crowd, great third fall and a bunch of neat little things.

Doug Gilbert/Bill Dundee vs. New South (Kory Williams/Ashley Hudson) NWA Nashville 4/14/01

MD: Best part of this was probably Williams and Hudson goofing around on the mic before hand and Gilbert and Dundee putting them in their place. The match tried to have its cake and eat it too. It was a "Climb the pole" deal with Hudson's boomerang atop it, and the winner being whoever got it first. Usually it's about getting to actually use the boomerang and this cuts off before we see if that happens. Moreover, there was a bat hanging around the ring early too so that almost felt like it defeated the purpose of it. And finally, despite the pole gimmick, they stuck with standard tag rules, though they seemed confused about what corner they were supposed to be in and New South made a tag in the ring at one point. It made no sense that the partner on the outside didn't just go for the Boomerang at certain points.

That said, the actual work was ok. These guys knew what they were doing for the most part. That meant a lot of Gilbert taking punches and making them look good and throwing punches that naturally looked good; likewise with Dundee's jabs. Williams was more than happy to stagger around the ring selling. It never boiled over, unfortunately, and there were probably way too many low blows. Old(er) man Dundee could get away with that and make it charming but I'm not sure about the rest of them. This needed more heat and a deal where Hudson got the boomerang but Gilbert got it from him and opened them up post match, something like that.

ER: During the pre-match mic work, Doug Gilbert gets the mic to counter Kory Williams' jabs and tells the New South that "at least everyone in this building knows who we are", and after a 5 second pause one of the commentators just says "GAY". That's when I knew we were diving into the good stuff. And I thought this was good! I enjoyed it more than Matt (and Tom, who watched it earlier in the week and opted out of writing about it). This delivered because it had guys up on the top rope who probably shouldn't be on the top rope, and by people I mean Doug Gilbert, who made the match by kicking Kory Williams in the balls while both were standing on the top rope. It's also important that the pole was so tall that the boomerang hanging from it is never even in frame until Hudson grabs it and it's perfect, because every pole match needs a preposterously tall pole that most participants would be unable to climb given unfettered access to it. We got one great Dundee tease where he showed that he still had crazy climbing strength into his late 50s, and the rest of the match he spent punching New South around the ring while Kory Williams staggered and flopped around. This was right around 8 minutes long and had four different ball shots, and I wish that the video had ended with Hudson climbing up the pole completely off the screen, no boomerang ever shown, all of us left wondering just how tall that pole actually was. At least they didn't show the top of the pole, so we are still empowered to dream. 

 

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Hijo del Santo/Tinieblas Jr. vs. Negro Casas/Dr. Wagner Jr. WWO

MD: This is almost certainly Found and not New and there are a couple of probably new videos on the channel but I wanted to watch Santo vs Casas so that's what we're watching. This was 2/3 falls and went closer to 15 as there was a pre-taped interview with Tinieblas after the primera. That's the only Alushe appearance in case you're wondering. The main pairings were Wagner and Tinieblas and Casas and Santo. You would have gotten a much higher floor if things were reversed but a lower ceiling. That meant we got just a bit of plodding Tinieblas matwork and then a lot of Santo vs Casas and some ginger Tinieblas rope running and then more Santo vs Casas. Those exchanges were workmanlike and smooth, nothing out of the norm but the norm is very good and I appreciated them all the more for the contrast. When things broke down for the finish, Tinieblas was trying his best (and he did with the comeback in the tercera too) and he hit an absolutely massive splash off the top (and later a big dive).

The beatdown in the segunda was launched by a Casas foul as the ref was distracted and was solid, with mask pulling building pressure up for Santo to do his thing on the comeback. I liked how in the double leg rollback on Tinieblas to get him to tap, Casas was also flexing the wrist down. There's almost nothing better in wrestling than a heated Santo comeback, and it led a fun finishing stretch where Tinieblas had Casas in a hold, Wagner was working Tinieblas' mask, and Santo was (most efficiently) working Wagner's, all at once. Actual finish was Casas bumping himself into the ropes and falling on his face, with Santo slipping on the caballo lighting-fast. Beautiful stuff. This probably isn't top half for Santo vs Casas matches but just fun for them is pretty great for anyone else.

Abdullah the Butcher/Joel Deaton vs. Great Kabuki/Akira Taue AJPW 10/20/89

MD: As much as we love Taue around here, he was a bit of a late starter relative to his peers. You don't really see what he might become until later into 1990 when he was teaming with Jumbo against the superheavyweight foreigners and even then, you see it more with the feud with Kawada in early 91. Back here in 89, as I've noted before, it would have been far easier to bet on Shunji Takano as the next giant Japanese star. Even Tenryu and Hansen weren't able to pull that fire out of him; quite the opposite. He came out looking more timid when facing them, not less.

Deaton, on the other hand, was a pretty ideal opponent for him and this was probably the best I've ever seen him look in 89. He had size and presence and energy but came off like a poor man's Hansen for the most part. There was still value to that lower down the card or in main event six-mans and he matched up perfectly here with Taue, giving him someone worthwhile that he could still lean on. Kabuki might have taken over on offense, but Taue stood tall, hanging on to a hold through a chinbreaker or cutting him off when he attempted to make it to Abdullah. Whenever Abdullah did get in, however, he shut things down quickly. Even when Taue tried to interfere to help Kabuki, Abby, while not breaking the hold, blocked Taue's shot and took him out with a throat chop. He was able to get a few shots in on him towards the end, but all it took was one missed dropkick for Abby to be able to drop the elbow and end it. I'd call this a good missing link on Taue's road to what he'd become though.

ER: One of the joys of handheld All Japan wrestling is getting to hear two guys having some kind of conversation about Joel Deaton. Perhaps one fan asking who the tall American guy was and the another fan saying "Deaton" several times. I thought Joel Deaton looked great in this match. Deaton's All Japan run was real fortuitous, coming at the end of a long run as a Crockett territory job guy as one half of the Thunderfoots, and then suddenly getting a 5 year mostly full time run as an All Japan mid card gaijin. And  Joel Deaton, for a guy we've barely written about here, seems like a guy we should be seeking out and writing about more. I thought Deaton was much less a Stan Hansen clone and much more someone who Dustin Rhodes would be within a few years. It might sound hyperbolic to say that Joel Deaton was 1993 Dustin Rhodes - I've barely watched and written about Deaton - but watch him in this match and tell me otherwise. 

He's a big guy, standing over Taue before Taue was more lumbering, and he works quick. He's great at setting up offense and has a lot of cool offense of his own. But his bumping and set ups are the highlight: How he runs at Kabuki with a low cutting missed back elbow and clothesline before running even faster throat first into a Kabuki thrust. Kabuki's throat thrusts are one of my favorite wrestling strikes ever and Deaton leans into every one of them and whips his full head of hair back in ways that HHH could never sell. He takes a backdrop as high as Dustin, and if you thought he ran into Kabuki's hand earlier you should see how recklessly fast he runs into a thrust kick in the finishing stretch. Deaton ran into Kabuki's foot so fast and so painfully that it made me want to go through every single handheld Deaton match we have. I'm a Deaton Guy now. 

I watch much less early Taue than I do later Taue but he seemed like a different cool version of Taue already here. I loved when Deaton tried to jawbreaker his way out of a Taue chinlock but Taue just held on. I'm not sure I've ever seen that before and Taue has the lumbering smothering to pull it off. The way he locks in his standing sleeper after and quickly leans back into and over Deaton looked great, forcing his physics onto Deaton. Deaton really looks like he gets under Taue's skin when he rocks him with a huge knife edge while Taue is waiting on the apron, and Taue gets in two hard overhand chops to Deaton's neck before the ref can drag him out of the ring. Deaton is really like a hybrid Taue/Dustin, which is an incredible compliment, but damn when Deaton grabbed a slick ankle pick to keep Taue in the corner while tagging out, and later in the match Taue grabbed one of his own to do the same, I was in love with these two really tall guys taking advantage of the other's long legs. 

I thought everybody looked great, really. This show was taped for TV (and famously had three title changes on it) and these guys worked snug and stiff like they were on a big TV show and not just a Nagoya gymnasium. Kabuki's strikes are like if Great Muta's strikes actually looked good, and him assaulting Abby while Abby was trying to step through the ropes was a highlight of a match filled with them. Also, Abdullah hits his full body shoulderblocks so hard that I can feel them through the handheld from the back row of this gym. He runs over Kabuki so hard it was like every participant - outside of Abby - was fighting to see who could take the most brain-jarring back bump. I don't know if I like any wrestling more than I like All Japan handhelds. I'm not convinced there is such a thing as a bad All Japan handheld match. When we find them we need to destroy them, like Dead tapers shutting down circulation of a show where Jerry nodded off. 

Tracy Smothers vs. Rowdy Red MWA 1996

MD: Best as I can tell, this was a Hair vs. Reputation match where Smothers put his reputation up against Red's hair with a fifteen minute time limit. He had a second who went back to the locker room after the entrance though we'd see him at the end. I can't tell you a single thing about Red contextually, but he played the fired up local babyface pretty well here. Early on Smothers oscillated between going for a quick roll up and stalling, all building to Red getting a near fall on him with a small package of his own.

The heat was a lot of fun with Smothers really bullying Red. He took over by using the ref as a wedge in the corner to sneak in some shots and everything he did looked great. The best of it was maybe this jumping hook kick he did after some of his really nice jabs. When Red got hope spots with punches of his own, it didn't matter how they looked because of how Smothers was selling them. As they got close to the time limit, Smothers couldn't put him away, even after Red missed a legdrop off the top. Eventually, after two mule kick low blows by Red, Smothers' pal came out only to get accidentally clocked by Smothers, leading to a crowd-pleasing roll up win at the last second. Smothers, of course, proclaimed he'd never be coming back on the mic after the match. This probably had something of a low ceiling but it crashed into it at full speed.

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Found Footage Friday: SANTO~! KATO KUNG LEE~! VORDELL~! WAYNE~! THE MOST HUBRIS-LADEN MATCH OF 2002~!

El Hijo Del Santo vs. Kato Kung Lee 11/28/86

MD: This was from Santo's patreon and you can get it there. We've been spending so much time lately with our Panamanian friend Kato Kung Lee as a tecnico in Panama that it was a bit strange to see him as a rudo here but rudo he was. He was touted for his martial arts skill of course but it was telling early that he was only able to get an advantage by powering Santito into the corner. It was only after he took over that way that he leaned into the mean looking shots. If Santo's the best ever at anything, it's his rolling, convulsing selling or his selling on the outside with his head on the apron slumped over and his absolute explosiveness in key moments including comebacks. Both were on display here. KKL took the primera with this great kneeling cradle bodyslam that was almost like a falcon arrow in its own way, followed up by a full body stretch. We don't see how Santo comes back in the segunda due to a brief bit of clipping but do see his great dropkicks and even KKL cutting him off so that it becomes a banana peel roll up.

The tercera is where the blood comes in, with Kato Kung Lee taking back over after the seconds got involved during a cavernaria by Santo. We miss a little bit of that final beatdown but we get to see the come back, the dive, the senton off the top and the finish, with the crowd up for all of this. The best thing I can say about this is that it holds up against other Santo mask matches, with the blood coming a bit later than expected but maybe all the more dramatic for it. The best thing a Santo opponent can do in a match like this is make him seem like he's really at risk, and I think KKL managed that here due to his size and perceived skill.

Damon Scythe vs. Robby Lance ECCW 6/29/02

MD: The sheer hubris of these two, huh? I mean, you want to judge a match accurately, like you would any other match. Consistency is important in this sort of thing. I want to point out that they never, ever had the crowd. A little, just a little for some of Lance's comebacks. But he kind of blew that with some cocky covers and a few too many underhooks and overhooks and cradles and straightjackets and whatever, when he probably should have been portraying more desperation when he had an opportunity while behind. There was some sense of escalation as the match went on and bombs mattered more (until they didn't down the stretch) but they also started the match off with a German and a Tiger Suplex and there wasn't really a sense on why some submissions were more effective than others. I know they had matches leading up to this, but I have no idea if it was in front of the same or a similar crowd, but this crowd in particular wasn't at all ready for what they were offering them. They weren't conditioned. They weren't understanding. Plus it was 2002, probably the single worst moment in indy wrestling history for hecklers wanting to put themselves over with references or demands. They led things off by being called Marky Mark and ended it with fake countdowns to when the match should end.

So I had to get all of that out there. At some point around the 25 minute mark, the shopping plaza should have been struck down by lightning for what they were trying to accomplish, but it was still fun to see twenty years later. Everything was hard hitting. Everything was tricked out. Everything was overly elaborate in the best pro wrestling bullshit manner. Because they agreed to the same level of twisted reality and because they were selling and countering and putting effort into all of it, you just toss your hands in the air and sort of buy all of the excess. I mean, the crowd didn't, but I am older and wiser and not trying to get myself over (even while posting on a pro wrestling blog in 2023). Lance's second fall was off of some submission so wonky that he lost it and just jammed in a nasty hammerlock, which, on the one hand, good instincts, right? But on the other? That was an exception though. Most things worked surprisingly well, if you just tried to shut out the noise and the images. If they were in the back of a shopping plaza with chains instead of ropes in Japan, this might be an all time classic? Probably not though. There's some alternate universe where these two start Catch Point ten years early. In this universe this match and these two wrestlers end up forgotten until now.

Vordell Walker vs. Damien Wayne SAW 6/14/13

MD: This was in a cage, for Wayne's NWA National title, and DVDVR darling Walker's last shot at the title. The cage was used pretty effectively here as a way to justify blood, as a way to steady top rope moves, and just to make everything seem bigger. Wayne had a way of selling everything like he was in a giant arena and watching that through the grates of the cage probably helped it relative to the overall setting. The fact that Walker's shots (chops, headbutts, missile dropkick, you name it) all looked massive didn't hurt.

Some weird structural decisions midway through unfortunately, with Wayne getting passed an object when he was more or less in control (having just hit a top rope elbow drop). You'd want that to happen after Walker hit something big maybe? The object was gone after that and it didn't have a huge impact overall in the match. They were going back and forth for most of this, which was fine, but that probably should have been done at a different point and maybe to open up a more prolonged bit of heat. Maybe my favorite use of the cage was Wayne using it to steady himself when Walker was in the tree of woe; they set up maybe the only good sitting up out of the corner spot I've ever seen with Wayne, steadied, stomping Walker's gut to make him sit up so he could hit a legdrop. When he tried it the second time, he ate a hanging suplex, which more or less set up the finishing stretch. These two just paired up extremely well with one another and while the finish could maybe use just a little more oomph and I had that one narrative quibble, it was a solid cage match all around.

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Felt Like Santo on a Sunday: Hijo del Santo vs. Mano Negra

El Hijo del Santo vs. Mano Negra CMLL 2/23/96

ER: I've been on a Santo kick lately (for some reason, I dunno, he's alright) and I saw that YouTube upload god Roy Lucier had thrown up this episode of 1996 tournament lucha. Now tournament lucha is obviously eyeball poison and has been for some time, but it was still a series of decent length fun singles matches in 1996, with an actual chance of producing gems (unlike the more modern 3 minute match structure). This specific Copa Jr. tourney was filled with fun sounding singles matches, but Santo vs. Mano Negra immediately jumped out at me, and my oh my was it a unique little gem. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes a match is going one way, something unexpected happens, and both guys decide to work with it. You see this happen when one of the ring ropes snaps, but this was something different. 

They go through some competitive matwork, Santo works Negra like a rocking chair (look at Santo hook his feet and apply pressure to the front of Negra's shoulders), but nothing out of the ordinary. Santo goes for a wristlock and recoils. Santo's hand is bleeding, and Negra appears to have some kind of chain bracelet wrapped in his wrist tape. Santo is cut around the webbing between his thumb and index finger (the finger crotch), and I was hoping it was from a blade Negra had concealed in his wrist tape, but an unexpected papercut-type cut on a sensitive patch of skin sucks no matter how it got there. 

Once the ref is done re-taping Negra's wrist, the match turns, because Negra goes right after Santo's hand. Santo is selling like a man with a persistently annoying cut, shaking out his hand while clenching his teeth, selling like me when I sliced my middle finger open cutting up a stale loaf of French bread for croutons. Negra bites at it, runs Santo's finger crotch over the ropes, rakes the cut across the rope, just dickishly going after that hand in ways that would never finish a match but sure do piss Santo off. Santo hits a beautiful dive, and a great in ring tope that headbutts the ref across the ring when Negra moves (the ref taking a big flipping bump that bounces him all the way back into the opposite corner). Negra capitalizes for a killer BS finish, punting Santo right in the balls...but then locking in an abdominal stretch so Santo can't just lie there grabbing his freshly punted balls. I also love the thought that Santo cutting his hand open was somehow actually planned, because wrestlers are crazy and Santo is a great enough wrestler that he could make something like that look quite accidental. I don't want to know, all I know is that I love it.

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Found Footage Friday: SANTO~! CASAS~! PANTHER~! BLACK MAN~! DANIELSON~! SHIRYU~!

El Hijo Del Santo/Black Man vs. Blue Panther/Negro Casas Tijuana 2/21/86

PAS: El Hijo Del Santo's youtube page has been a real treasure trove as of late, and he gives up a mid-80s match with young Santo, young Panther, young Casas and youngish Black Man. Totally new match with three of the 20 or so greatest wrestlers of all time in the bloom of their youth. What a blast. Like all great lucha matches of this era, it is all about build, we get some cool exchanges, I especially loved all of the freestyle mat rides by Santo on Panther, but it was all pretty great. It moves into bigger moments, including the rudos getting DQ for press slamming Santo onto Black Man, and beating on the technicos on the floor. We get a quick comeback after with Santo hitting a huge plancha tope onto Casas (after sending him flipping over back first to the floor) and Black Man hitting a flip dive onto Panther, and getting the count out. Such a treat, any new footage of any of these guys is a blessing and we got all four. 

MD: Obviously, it's unfortunate that this match came to light due to Black Man's death but it's a great discovery and way to honor him, even if we're especially excited that it has Casas, Panther, and Santo in it. There are a few clips in here but you basically get everything you'd want, a long stretch of Santo and Panther up front, some manic matwork by Casas with Black Man. Then two distinct rudo beatdowns, the first long and varied and the second mean, quick, and nasty, with two comebacks and big high spots at the end.

This was probably from 86 (and if the 2/21 date is right and who knows? it'd be right after Black Man lost his match to Panther), so it's very early as footage of Casas and Panther go and they at times seemed a little less polished than they'd eventually be, but also full of ideas and imagination, and absolutely themselves. I love how well they worked together in the initial beatdown, steady and in sync even if nothing was too over the top except for maybe Casas' running senton where he turned himself in half. We missed a bit of the comeback but Santo was as fiery as you'd hope for and there was a great moment where, after knocking Panther out of the ring, Casas, on the apron, clasped his hands together and prayer and leaped off backwards, bumping himself instead of taking whatever Santo was going to bring to him.

The second bit of heat was pretty great, as they double press slammed Santo over the top onto Black Man on the outside and then followed up with this cool bit where Panther lifted up Santo vertically and brought him down with a knee drop or a stomp. They repeated it in the ring as well. The comeback had some huge moments like Casas taking an absolutely wild bump over the top after getting knocked halfway across the ring and Santo hitting a huge dive from the top to the floor.

Shiryu/Pilota Suicida/Capitan Oro/Jalisco vs. Terry Boy/Lover Boy/Super Boy/Bobby Bradley Compton Lucha 11/5/93

MD: This got a ton of time and was full of action, with a hot and happy crowd full of kids ready to cheer for each tecnico. Opening had a rudo rush but it calmed down to exchanges, and constant feeding for the primera. Pretty much everyone looked good here on the tecnico side but I'd say Piloto Suicida looked the best and probably had the loudest chants too. Jalisco is always such a surprise in these matches as there's a hard to pin down verve to him, just a big energy as he peppers guys with shots. The rudos took over in the segunda and even given the time this had, it probably wasn't a long enough beatdown but it was a good one. Bradley and Terry Boy felt like they belonged, both with the appropriate swagger and ability to fight dirty. Then the tecera had some big brawling in the comeback followed a lot of quick switches and break-ups leading to the dives and the finish. Post match they brawled all over the place until the tecnicos finally cleared the ring. It probably all blurred together in the end, but left me and the crowd with a contented feeling that we got to see a pretty enjoyable, hard worked, highly competent match.

American Dragon vs. Johnny Storm ASW 2003

MD: This was a steep angle handheld from a fairly interesting venue in 2003. I think we might have had five minutes of this before? It's quite the ladder match actually, with both guys putting it all out there utilizing both the ladder and the interesting venue. All that and a pretty novel finish too. I liked the early crowd brawling, both for Storm being willing to bump big into the crowd and the way they slammed each other into walls and chairs and whatever they could find. When they made it back into the ring, Storm had a pretty clear agility advantage, so Danielson started a reasonable and sound period of focus on the leg. This began without the ladder in play but eventually he used it. Storm made a valiant effort, given the physical strain required of him, to sell that leg for most of the rest of the match. That didn't stop him from hitting both a revenge dropkick into the chair right between Danielson's legs and some big ladder assisted offense (and bumping) as he came back and they went down the stretch. There was a precious moment where Dragon crashed Storm into the ladder in hte corner from behind and then hit a dragon suplex as the ladder, moving Storm out of the way of a falling ladder at the last possible moment, a great visual. The finish had Storm unhook the belt, but Danielson kicked the the ladder out from him at the perfect moment and both Storm and belt went tumbling down. Danielson caught the latter (being the belt) and seems to have stolen it from that. You wouldn't want to see that finish twice but it worked the once. This was twenty years ago and before everything under the sun had been hit and hit again in matches like these. The ladder was rickety and the match didn't revolve around complex, highly choreographed spots. I don't think they could have had the same match five years before or five years later. It definitely captured a moment in time and captured it well.

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New Footage Friday: CHOCOBALL! ISHIKAWA! SANTO! PANTHER! FUERZA! RUDGE!

Terry Rudge vs. Pete Collins 7/27/90

MD: This takes a little bit to get going but it's once it gets moving, it's Rudge being Rudge, just an all time jerk. The ring announcer introduces him as having moved there but liking absolutely no one. The first chunk of the match is just an armbar where he uses gut shots and hairpulls to keep it. Collins will sell the arm fairly well for the rest of the match. The back half has Rudge being absolutely terrible to Collins, including a perfect king of the mountain where he amazingly kicked the rope upwards to choke him on the way in, multiple whips into the corner, sitting down in the other corner so he couldn't get whipped himself, and the usual clubbering and stomping (drawing public warnings) that you'd expect. The finish is smart as he draws a second public warning with the stomps to soften the arm up just enough to lock in a submission win, but then he gets himself disqualified by refusing to break it. Collins gets a few valiant moments and a win on paper while Rudge loses no heat at all and has the fans jeering him all the way.


El Hijo Del Santo/Shaka vs. Blue Panther/Fuerza Guerrera PWC 5/9/96

MD: Fairly odd presentation here with Japanese announcers who were cracking up left and right. I have no idea who Shaka was but we got too much of him in this match. Everyone else was great. Panther basing for Shaka made some of his stuff look pretty good especially in the early goings, and later on he was absolutely amazing and visceral in tearing the mask off with his teeth. He also hit a really great odd-angled elbow drop, but it's probably an afterthought relative to everything else in the match. Santo and Fuerza matched up perfectly. They did an exchange I loved where Santo went up huge for a Fuerza press-up pancake and then when Fuerza tried it again, snatched his head in midair for a tossing reversal. Things fell apart somewhat once Fuerza and Santo left the match though and the last couple of minutes felt rough to me. We'll take whatever we can get with three out of these four guys though.

PAS: Shaka definitely had the feel of a money mark who paid to fly in Santo and the rudos to work with him, kind of like a less talented Mike Quakenbush. He had a moment or two, but obviously we are here to see the legends. We didn't get much Santo vs. Panther, but the Santo vs. Fuerza stuff was great, with Fuerza being one of the all time legendary bases against one of the all time offensive luchadors. It was beautiful to watch. Loved all of the dives and exchanges, and I didn't even begrudge Shaka for getting the win. 

Yuki Ishikawa vs. Chocoball Mukai Fuyuki-Gun 12/5/03

PAS: Mukai is a pornstar who decided to become a pro wrestler, I didn't really remember him in the ring much, but it turns out at least for one match he was Daisuke Ikeda. Ishikawa is guy who will take a big beating to get a match over, but I didn't expect the comedy porn star to be unloading full force punches to his temples and mouth. Ishikawa ends up working really from the bottom here, but of course, is one of the great from the bottom wrestlers of all time, countering Mukai's german's with an armbar, looking for any opening to lock in a hold or throw a suplex. By the end of this match it really felt like a classic Battlarts or FUTEN style war, something I was totally not expecting when this popped up.

MD: Pretty valiant performance from Mukai here as he fought against the inevitability of Ishikawa. He got lucky early by catching a kick (after really scrambling his limbs to try to evade Ishikawa to start) and kept pressing whatever advantage he could. That included some pretty brutal shots. It looked like Ishikawa was going to take back over at various points but Mukai just hung on. His biggest problem was when he took the big swings he absolutely needed to in order to try to win, whether off the top or with a spinning backfist. Maybe most telling was when he hit three brutal Germans in a row but Ishikawa just grinded through it and locked in a hold. It was really just a matter of time in the end.

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New Footage Friday: IKEDA~! ISHIKAWA~! KANEHARA~! ITO~! REY~! RED~! SANTO~! ULTIMO~!

Rey Mysterio Jr. vs. Red HOG 8/21/15

MD: Given where Rey's knees were in 2015, this was pretty high end stuff. They had nice early exchanges building to some tit-for-tat mirrored work, including both guys teasing the code red and 619. Red, early on, took a great bump through the ropes but then felt the need to bump himself again after the landing, which was a little silly. What really made the match work was how, once it got going, Rey ended up working from underneath with Red using the fact he at least matched Rey's size to play cruiserweight bully. Rey would get well-layered hope spots, but Red was there each time to cut him off in clever and interesting ways. On the other hand, Red would lean into the hometown crowd a little too much or play up his Eddy tributes instead of going for victory, and give Rey another shot at that hope. There was escalation with Rey at least able to try and then finally get more offense, but Red was pretty firmly in control right up until the point where he went for the three amigos and Rey was able to sneak out a victory. Red taking so much of the match protected him (not like he really needed it) and also let Rey do what he could do best in 2015, get sympathy and help someone else shine.

ER: I really enjoyed this, had a lot of fun seeing two of my favorites, and also didn't love the match structure very much. It's tough to do a baby vs. baby match and I'm not quite sure what structure would have pleased me the most, but this one did not. That's not very helpful. I love what they did but not how they did it? Who exactly is that helping? There was some neutralizing stuff to start, and it makes sense that we would get some mirror exchanges as Red's greatest matches were mirroring the kind of things that Rey made possible. I love how Red bumped for Rey. I actually liked the extra bump into the rail that Red took (that Matt not-unfairly called "silly"), as I thought it looked great, like he recoiled off the landing and flew head first into the railing. But mainly I loved that it established Rey as the goodest good guy, as he went to the floor to actually check on Red and make sure he could continue. I would have loved to see Red go full heel on Rey, or Rey go full heel on Red (and disappoint all of those kids so excited to see Rey) but Rey being established as the evergreen babyface was handled in a smart way. 

I did think they leaned too heavy on Rey getting cut off, as literally any time he went for any move down the last 10 minutes Red was right there to stop him. My least favorite match layout is "one guy takes all the offense but then immediately wins the match with two moves" and this felt like an extended - but more interesting - version of that tired Randy Savage Nitro match formula. The best parts were seeing how the two legends took each other's offense, and seeing how much Rey inspired Red's early career, and how much Red inspired Rey's late career. Both are underrated bases because they are both small enough that they don't play that role, so there was a lot of joy in seeing them take ranas and headscissors, seeing Rey try a code red ON Red, seeing Red flatten Rey with that pancake powerbomb out of the Santo roll. A match filled with joy, that also somewhat underwhelmed. That said, fans of either will find plenty here to love. 

PAS: I am somewhere in the middle of Eric and Matt here. I thought all of the countering made a ton of sense, considering Rey was such an inspiration to Red. Red is going to know all of Rey's stuff, and Red's stuff is Rey's stuff so he is going to be on the lookout as well. I was also into the big Red bump into the guardrail, fun violent stuff, and it made perfect sense that Red might have been discombobulated.  I didn't love how heavy the Eddie tributes were in the finish, both guys in the match have such rich histories, and this was such a dream match, that you didn't need to shoehorn Eddie in too. Still this was really fun to finally see, and with the Ki match and this Red match Rey had a very cool mini-run against the 2000s indy greats in 2015.

57. Daisuke Ikeda/Hiromitsu Kanehara vs. Yuki Ishikawa/Takafumi Ito GPS 9/26/18 - GREAT

PAS: THE BOYS!! I remember trying to reach out to GPS on Facebook asking them to upload this match three years ago when it happened, and it just shows up! This was worked BattlArts style, and while it didn't hit the absolute heights of the best of that style, even good BattlArts is awesome. I really liked Kanehara here. He is a UWFI guy and looked really good on the mat and threw hard kicks, and I loved how fast he threw his axe kick and how deadly that was sold. Ito looked good on the mat too, and went at Ikeda only to pay for it. We don't really get the extended Ikeda vs. Ishikawa section you really want, and they do square off a couple of times and Ikeda really bounces his fist off of Ishikawa's head, but it felt backgrounded a bit when you really want it foregrounded. Still every part of this was really well worked and any chance you get to watch these guys be these guys, you want to jump on it. 

MD: A satisfying watch even if it never entirely boiled over. I wasn't sure we were going to get much Ikeda vs Ishikawa at all, so it was good to see them scrap towards the end. The good thing here was that the other matchups were all interesting. I agree with Phil that Kanehara showed a lot. His kicks were dangerous, with the axe kick built up early so that when he hit it on Ishikawa later, you believed that it'd get his team solid advantage for a time. He also had a nice, dominant mat exchange with Ito though. Otherwise, the most memorable bits were Ikeda just crushing Ito in the corner and Ishikawa's amazing catch and duck under switch of Kanehara's leg. There were a couple of funny moments for balance and that expected familiarity between Ikeda and Ishikawa that just bleeds through whenever they're in the ring together. It ended up feeling very complete even if it never quite went over the top.

ER: Glad that GPS finally got around to checking their Facebook Messenger three years later to fulfill Phil's request. The match is a really fun violent take on an All Japan Legends match, with them getting a mixture of laughs and awe with old bits and old violence. Kanehara and Ito work nasty leg locks and Kanehara throws the kind of kicks that made 90s UWFI so fun. Ikeda is a real bully to Ito, so while he's weathering an ankle lock he's always ending things by punching or elbowing or kicking Ito in painful ways. But there's that All Japan old guys match element that makes this a different kind of violent BattlArts, so we also get great weirdo moments like Ikeda whiffing on a 619 attempt and landing on his head. That felt like the first time Ikeda has ever come off like Rusher Kimura, and it made me realize how great the potential might be for old man Ikeda/Ishikawa comedy matches. I've spent so many years wondering how those two were going to keep up their level of violence into their even older age, that I've never thought about how good they might be at adding more comedy as the violence becomes less sustainable. Ishikawa is a fun foil during their exchanges, teasing him with Inoki legsweeps and taking Ikeda's headbutts the way an old man accepts a refreshing glass of homemade lemonade from his wife of 43 years. They each take some shots, but it's Ikeda's work opposite Ito that most stood out for me. Ito knew his fate but it never slowed his attempts to tap him. Ikeda always looks like he's having a blast when he maneuvers another man into a crossface, and that's just the joy of old man shootstyle. 

Ultimo Dragon vs. El Hijo Del Santo PWR 10/5/19

PAS: This was basically a maestro exhibition and a fun version of one. Dragon is definitely slower but still solid on the mat, and even breaks out a Navarro family spinning figure four. He also takes a big top rope armdrag, which was a big bump for some oldsters. Santo appears to move no differently than he did 30 years ago, and it is always a pleasure to watch him break out old hits like the head spin headscissors and la Caballo. Unnecessary BS run in finish mars this a bit, but I imagine the audience came away feeling their money was well spent. 

MD: Pretty minimalist affair but we like those. There was one big spot in this thing and they milked it for everything it was worth. They milked everything, actually. Dragon waggled his finger in the air for fifteen seconds before trying to get a pin towards the finish. Santo can get away with that. He ate up Dragon on the mat for the first five minutes but everything was smooth. When Dragon came back with some kicks, his reverse figure four looked nice (though well-milked and barely sold). Crowd was clearly behind Santo and that let Dragon play the aggressor a bit more. The big spot was an arm drag off the top after a teased superplex and it was fine even if it took Santo forever to get up the gumption to charge up there and toss him off. No one in the crowd cared though. They were all just happy to be there and see these two (or at least see Santo).

ER: This match happened two hours away from me, on the total opposite side of the Bay Area, promoted by Pro Wrestling Revolution. They're the far and away consistently highest drawing indy in the Bay Area, and nearly every time I have been coaxed and lured into attending one of their shows over the years I have experienced one of the most unsatisfying in-ring products of my fandom. I hate Pro Wrestling Revolution, the only local lucha fed, who only insist on promoting to excess the worst parts of lucha libre. The entire promotion gravitates entirely around heel referee Sparky Ballard (here, El Sparko), an entire promotion focused entirely about preserving the tradition of a referee getting in the way any time any match begins to gain momentum. I've never seen a PWR match end without bullshit, and it's always the most unnecessary bullshit you can think up. It's an authentic lucha fed who flies in authentic lucha talent and then books lucha like someone who has the worst taste in lucha. 

But they booked El Hijo del Santo in his first singles match in over two years so I was going to drive 4+ total hours to see how Pro Wrestling Revolution could fuck up such a joyous occasion. Me and my pal Tim Livingston took an entire Saturday to see Santo, one of us being smart enough to buy a ticket in advance, the other of us deciding to buy his at the door. And when the only tickets left at the door cost $50, one of us decided to spend the entire first half of the show walking around the exterior of a large San Jose high school looking for a way to sneak into the show, before resolving himself to just wait until intermission and walk right into the building as everyone else flooded out. So I missed half the show, of a promotion who has never put on an enjoyable undercard. I found Tim, forced to endure the heel referee Revolution alone due to my ticket buying procrastination, and together we endured more heel referee lucha while waiting for Santo. Cain Velasquez was there with his family. 

The match was minimalist but enough to keep a smile on me (until the bullshit). It's a good Santo performance for a crowd who was hot to see him, but also the weakest Santo performance of any that have made tape over the past 5 years. He is still quick, especially for a man in his mid-50s, but at some points your handsprings don't land you on your ankles and you instead land on your butt and stand up. The matwork has moments but doesn't attempt to go anywhere with the moments, instead giving you some nice snapshots of moments. I like when Santo does little things like kick Dragon in the knee before picking a single leg. Dragon has some things that look good, decent back elbows and a willingness to lean into a great Santo in-ring tope, but Dragon can also take an eternity in between movement. I loved the top rope armdrag and will count myself incredibly lucky if I'm able to breezily hop to the middle rope and twist my body like Santo when I am 56. JR Kratos throws some of the most embarrassingly soft strikes on his run in, punching and stomping at him like he was made of porcelain, making an already preposterous run-in even more unsatisfying. Cheap Heat is the name of Pro Wrestling Revolution's game, and they do it as obnoxiously as possible. If they ever successfully bring in Negro Casas (two prior attempts were thwarted by a natural disaster and a broken rib courtesy of Sam Adonis) then they will trick this old foolish clown once again into enduring their dull brand of lucha. 

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COMPLETE AND ACCURATE DAISUKE IKEDA

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New Footage Friday: SANTO~! CASAS~! DINAMITAS~! KURISU~! KAWADA~! BAM BAM~! RED BULL ARMY~!

Toshiaki Kawada vs. Masanobu Kurisu 6/11/87

MD: I've seen spatterings of 87 and before Kawada but even up until the end of 88 and Hara leaving, you still tend to see him in the context of Footloose tags. Lots of action, some nasty shots, but more of AJPW Junior Tag affirs. I wasn't quite expecting him to have quite the usual chip on his shoulder here and the first few minutes bore that out with a lot of mat containment by Kurisu. By the halfway point, though, the match opened up and became a real scrapfest. Maybe Kurisu had told Kawada that he was going to hit him as hard as possible and that he wanted Kawada to return favor. Maybe Kurisu just hit Kawada as hard as possible and Kawada knew the only way he was going to stop the beating was to fire back with everything he had. The end result was a pretty brutal few minutes though, with Kawada holding his own to the point where it wasn't at all the one-sided mauling I expected and the finish actually came off as believable.

PAS: If you are in there with Kurisu you are going to fight or die, and even young boy Kawada isn't going to die. Kurisu is his usually crowbarry self, driving his knee really nastily into Kawada's arm and landing hard shooty headbutts, Kawada is game for that, and he really wastes Kurisu with a spin kick and some hard chops. It ends up being a really chippy little fight. These guys matched up a bunch in 1987, and I imagine they were all fun. A 1994 version of this would be an under the radar all timer, but I am glad that they crossed paths at all. 

Bam Bam Bigelow/Darryl Peterson/Steve Williams/Rip Morgan/Italian Stallion vs. Salman Hashimikov/Victor Zangiev/Vladimir Berkovich/Wahka Evloev/Timur Zalasov NJPW 5/17/89

 
MD: This started with Italian Stallion vs. Zalasov and it was like nothing we've seen recently with the Russians. Stallion was goofy, refusing Zalasov's increasingly close-talking attempts at a handshake, complaining about tights and hair pulling, overly celebrating whenever he got an advantage, including with the Fargo Strut, clubbering and throwing a dropkick, jawing with the crowd, pulling Zalasov's ears. It was pretty glorious contrast and Zalasov played along to an admirable degree even as both guys jockeyed for position and throws. Eventually, he got behind him and Stallion ate a German for a much deserved bit of comeuppance. He'd continue to be annoying on the outside for the rest of the match.

Morgan vs. Evloev was quick but interesting. Morgan had a size advantage and Evloev was able to avoid him until he wasn't. Then Morgan had a clear advantage with a cross toehold and even a leg drop right until he punched his way into a nasty armbar takeover and an immediate tap. So far, these have been structured in a way where Russian grappling was superior to over the top American pro wrestling.

Which set up Williams vs. Berkovich perfectly. It was an absolute battle of the titans with real attitude underneath. Doc posed to start only to get immediately taken over. Later on he'd throw a kick during a shake and work to press Berkovich over his head. They kept close contact for the most part, but here, Williams was able to get his advantages with pro wrestling sneak shots, either on that shake or in the corner to set up the Stampede and the pin. I guess American Pro Wrestling works so long as it's Doctor Death, Steve Williams. At least they shook after the bout.

Peterson vs. Zangiev leaned even more into the size differential, though Zangiev had the most pro wrestling instincts of the Russians. For the most part Peterson was able to bully him around the ring until he missed a splash and Zangiev got under him for a huge throw. Weirdly this put the tally to 3-1 already, so you figured something might be going on with the last one.

The opening of Bigelow vs. Hashimikov called back to the cross armbar that got Morgan but Bigelow was able to escape. This generally followed the lines of what we've seen so far, Bigelow's size and tendency to throw in cheapshots against Hashimikov's leverage and tenacity. The crowd popped huge for him taking three tries to get Bigelow over with a double underhook throw for instance. The finish made the structuring make sense. It went full pro wrestling with Stallion distraction and outside tripping to the dismay of the Russians. I don't think this was as gripping as the last 5x5 we saw but it did show the versatility of them as foils as they so smoothly worked into very different structures in interesting ways.

Negro Casas/Universo 2000/Máscara Año 2000 vs. Dos Caras/Hijo Del Santo/Rayo de Jalisco Jr. CMLL 9/22/95 - EPIC

MD: The first half of this was good with a nice opening exchange with Casas and Santo and then an enjoyable beatdown where Casas got to direct traffic for the Dinamitas. That started as a swarm in response to Santo getting a nice back headbutt to Casas in the ropes. The last few minutes, however, had an all time brutal comeback from Santo. It started with Casas missing an assisted kick on the apron and Santo just smacking his head repeatedly into the post and it didn't stop from there. Anytime Santo could get Casas close enough to the post, he'd just machine gun launch his skull into the metal. When they made it back to the center of the ring he layed in big shot after big shot. Meanwhile the other guys were working around them with classic spots and even comedy which created some real dissonance to the violence that occurred whenever Santo could get his hands on Casas. In that, the last few minutes reminded me a little of the Santo/Onita/Goto vs Casas/Boulder/Patterson match to some degree, except for this time around it was Santo and Casas that were bringing the violence instead of the flash.

PAS: What in the hell did I just watch, I mean we are reviewing a Kurisu match this week and by far the most violent unprofessional beating of the week is by El Hijo Del Santo. I mean my god did he try to crack Casas's head open like a casaba melon on the ringposts, and just obliterated him with kicks to the head until the ref had to pull him off.  Last week we reviewed a Santo vs. Casas match which was all grappling, and her we get a trios encounter which is FU-TEN level violence. I have more time for the Dinamitas and Rayo then most, but we came to watch Santo and Casas and man did we get that. Casas is really great of course and feels like he did plenty to rile up Santo, but man alive did he get the full experience and much more. Incredible stuff, all time horror. 

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Lucha Worth Watching: Pandemic Lucha! Santo! Zumbido!

Zumbido vs. Mr. Jerry Chinampalucha 9/5/20

ER: This is certainly some Covid lucha right here. It's held outdoors on someone's lakebed chinampa, so we get a lot of bumps and spills into tilled agriculture beds that are all lit by tiki torches. Jerry is a short fat guy who's built more like a gamer than a former athlete, but has great taste in neon tasseled tights. Zumbido, however, is the king of tasseled lucha tights (post-Jerry Estrada class) and you can tell he doesn't want Jerry infringing (ehhh?) on his tassel game. Zumbido throws a ton of left jabs at anyone who gets close to him (Jerry, refs, seconds, photographers), Jerry takes bumps into dirt hills, Zumbido hits his great somersault senton on a dirt hill, and from there doesn't seem to do anything he wouldn't do in an actual arena. He hits a nice tope con giro and takes a fast Jerry (Estrada, not Mr.) bump to the floor, and that bump leads to a great fat guy tope from Mr. Jerry. There are a couple dicey exchanges, like some headbutt back and forths where several don't make contact, and Zumbido slips bad on an in ring moonsault, but there is plenty of good to sustain the match. I liked a lot of their standing striking, with Zumbido peppering his great jabs and hard overhand chops, and Jerry firing back with slaps and even a couple wicked backhands. A bunch of other wrestlers get involved, Gran Felipe Jr. hits a big plancha into everyone, and then things take a turn I was not expecting: I am not sure if this was a buried alive match or not, but Zumbido tosses Jerry into a ringside shallow grave, tosses his second, tosses Felipe...and then the rudos bury them alive under branches, fronds, and dirt! Zumbido literally stands on the grave and poses!! All three men died. 

El Hijo del Santo/Mascara Purpura vs. Hijo del Fishman/Pentagon Black Martinez Entertainment 12/19/20

ER: Old man Santo turning up the week of Christmas? It's a Christmas miracle! This was on a cool sounding Texas lucha show where all people wanted for Christmas was to pretend they weren't in the middle of a pandemic and sit close to strangers indoors. The show had a lot of big names, but none bigger than Santo. They took their enjoyable time building this match and finished with some dynamite dives, but the whole thing was littered with cool moments. I loved Pentagon being a real hit and run prick, throwing hard slaps before beating a retreat to the floor, and I loved how his retreats got more hasty the longer he kept them up, leading to him taking a couple of fun pratfall bumps into the ropes after getting caught. He kept going after Santo's mask, and this kind of hit and run rudo routine is made so much better knowing that Santo was the one who took Pentagon's mask so many years ago. It builds to a big moment where Santo finally yanked Pentagon's mask off, and Santo threw him into a bunch of chairs. Purpura works quick and throws himself into turnbuckles, and hits a really nice flipping senton tope onto Pentagon (and the hard ass indoor soccer field floor). Santo and Fishman work through Santo's ankle crossed headscissors, and we build to the big moment that 57 year old Santo still somehow builds to, hitting his somersault senton off the top, adjusting for Fishman's position on the floor, and hitting a gorgeous tope. I'm not sure Santo can do the senton/tope all in one fluid motion anymore, but it's a real marvel that he is still hitting these moves at all, let alone as well as he still can. 

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New Footage Friday: New AAA 4/30/95!

PAS: Roy Lucier continues to do yeoman's work uncovering lost classic stuff, including this AAA show which wasn't in circulation.

AAA 4/30/95

Mascarita Sagrada/Ninjita vs. Los Espectritos (Espectrito I/Espectrito II) 

MD: Fun, long minis match. I'm generally a stickler for the standards in lucha, 2 out of 3 falls matches, both parties getting pinned in tag matches, etc., but I probably would make exceptions for minis matches. This was standard structure and I'm not sure it helped things. The timing on the pinfalls didn't do anyone favors. The finish, instead of being dramatic with Mascarita Sagrada sneaking in a pin, had to be extended to Ninjita getting pulled back in by MS post-dive for the countout. Plus it was all more back and forth without that serene lucha moment of comeback (I could see them saving that for later in the card). Little things. That said, the match still worked, and a lot of that was due to the credibility of both sides. The Espectritos (especially I) were great bullies, great bases, able to take back over at a moment's notice or sneak in a well-timed bit of interference to keep the advantage. There was a power bomb in there where Espectrito I just picked up MS like he was nothing at all. And the tecnicos could believably take back over at a moment's notice, turning literally any physical contact into an arm drag just like that. For the first half of this we had a bunch of Ninjita when you really wanted MS in there, but halfway through the segunda we got what we wanted and he was spectacular. This took up most of the first quarter of the two-hour show and I can't imagine anyone complaining about too much it.

PAS: This was cool stuff, you don't normally see minis get this much time, and the Espectritos have plenty of stuff to fill that time. They just toss Mascarita Sagrada around like he is a wrestling buddy, Espectrios are both little people, but it looks like Rey vs. The Big Show when they are in there with Mascarita. Both technicos of course are armdragging and ranaing machines. Most mini's matches of this era have a pretty high baseline, and this doesn't push it pass that level but no shame in that. 

Aguila de Acero/Super Calo/Winners vs Los Diabolicos (Angel Mortal/Marabunta/Mr. Condor) 

MD: Fairly complete trios match here. I was definitely higher on the Diabolicos than the tecnicos. They were a well oiled machine, both feeding early in the primera and especially during the beatdown in the segunda. Some timing issues from the tecnicos, not getting up on the ropes at the right time, coming into the ring too early during the beatdown and having to stand around, Aguila de Acero coming into the ring too late for the fast count finish which meant the submission lasted way too long. I didn't mind the finish otherwise. When you're looking at this as a card instead of a bunch of individual matches, you need to switch things up and while it got over Pepe Casas more than any of the wrestlers, it's obvious the fans were pretty happy by it. Also, there were a couple of good dives to set it up and a nice tangible feeling of mild dread when post-dives, it ended up two on one for Calo.

Los Power Raiders (Power Raider Azul/Power Raider Blanco/Power Raider Negro/Power Raider Rojo/Power Raider Verde) vs. Heavy Metal/Juventud Guerrera/Karloff Lagarde Jr./Perro Silva/Picudo 

MD: Yeah, this was a mess. You knew it'd be a mess coming in but it wasn't as fun of a mess as I was hoping. The rudo side controlled most of the match, with little hope spots peppered in and there was a lot of talent there but they just didn't mesh. A long beatdown is fine, good even, if the rudos are on the same page and if they keep things moving and interesting. Here they kept Verde in there for way too long and there were a bunch of moments where Juvi just seemed at a loss. He was teaming with Lagarde and he'd hop up on the second rope to do something, and Lagarde would take things in another direction and he'd just have to hop back off. That sort of thing. The focus of the finish was on Perro Silva and Rojo but given the rules of the match, they were absent for most of it. I'm not saying there's not a situation where that could work but I don't think this was it. When things were moving, this was fine, but if this was going to be chaos anyway, I'd actually want more and not less.

La Parka vs. Jerry Estrada - FUN

PAS: This had been out there on a AAA yearbook, but I hadn't seen it before so I figured I would write it up. This was mostly a Tirantes match, which is about my least favorite kind of lucha. Most of the match was focused on Tirantes slow counting for Parka and fast counting for Estrada.  We did get three crazy Parka dives, an almost Sabuish flip dive off the top, a great tope, and a big plancha. Estrada hits a crazy tope into the second row, so we did get a lot of good even with all of the Tirantes. 

El Hijo del Santo/Octagon/Perro Aguayo/Rey Misterio Jr. vs. Blue Panther/Psicosis/Scorpio Jr/Shu El Guerrero

MD: The good stuff. As always, when you get this level of talent and experience and charisma in the ring, it really can't go wrong. Even Perro, who was more physically limited at this point, is such a character, so hard hitting, so spirited and fun that you just can't look away. He's such a folk hero, out there slapping hands on the way to the ring, and then mentoring Rey later. Rey's amazing, of course. What stands out the most to me is how comfortable and willing he is in his role. There's no sense at all of a Napoleon Complex. He doesn't veer in the least, leaning into all of his strengths and vulnerabilities (which are, of course, narrative strengths). Panther hammed it up against Octagon and showed flashes later, like hitting the double stomp or a huge slap on Perro as insult to injury. He was so broad and versatile in the 90s and doesn't get a lot of credit for that anymore relative to his maestro rep. Santo was smooth as could be. Shu was a great bully and Scorpio a perfectl y acceptable stooge, and even Octagon didn't bug me much. Of course, Psicosis was the guy I really wanted to see and he didn't disappoint. Just the perfect mix of basing (feeding and catching Rey) and attitude (shadow boxing on the apron) and flash (amazing twisting senton to end the segunda). It doesn't have a real finish but since it has an awesome and brutal surprise angle, it's hard to be too upset about that.

PAS: Just a murderer's row of legendary all time great luchadores (and Octagon, although he is fine here). I really loved the first fall, with tremendous exchange after tremendous exchange, including some great Rey vs. Psicosis stuff, ending with one of my favorite Star finishes ever, with Perro running around stomping all of the guys in the star. Rudo beatdown in the second and beginning of the third fall was nifty if a bit formless, and we get a wild finish run with tons of crazy dives, and constant switching of the camera from one bit of mayhem to another. Santo/Negro angle at the end was really cool, and pretty unexpected. Too bad Santo's family put a kibosh on the gimmick, because what potential that had. 

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Jumbo Tsuruta vs. Giant Baba AJPW 5/14/77

MD: This was the final of the 77 Champion Carnival and I'm pretty sure Baba came into it worn down from dealing with Abdullah. Jumbo sensed his moment, his big opportunity, and threw everything he had to win. For the first minute or two, unfortunately, that meant containing headlocks. I was sort of regretting this one showing up. I've been spending a lot of time with 88-89 Jumbo lately, and it's a little hard to go back. Once Baba really started to fight out of it, however, the match opened up. Jumbo was determined to give him zero openings, meeting him more than half way with forearms and pure athletic aggression. Instead of the usual momentum shifts, Baba got hope spots, but Jumbo would close the gap and take back over. Ultimately, it wasn't his moment, and it took one good move for Baba to get the win. A few years later, it would have taken two or three and the match would have been the better for it. (Of course, twenty years later it would have taken ten or fifteen and the match would have been the worse for it). Still, everyone in that crowd knew what they had just witnessed: Jumbo dominating even a weakened Baba. He may not have won the match but he took another step towards what he would soon after become.

ER: This was maybe the most I've ever seen Baba dominated in a match, and while I'm not big on Jumbo from this era, it's a cool sight to see. Jumbo goes after him and keeps muscling Baba down to the mat with headlocks and then yanking forward on his neck. Once Jumbo even did a Phillie Phanatic kind of trick where he tripped Baba, and Baba did this athletic roll backward over Jumbo and wound back up on his feet. You got this sense that Baba was kind of biding his time, and was going to come down on Jumbo twice as strong, and then when that time came there was this great buzz where the crowd realized that Baba was supposed to be coming back strong, and wasn't. Baba was being effectively outstruck and outmuscled by Jumbo and that sense of buzz and panic was really exciting. It was cool seeing Baba getting hope spots, to see him completely outgunned. It was the hierarchy at the time, but I wish we got a couple extra nearfalls at the end, let Jumbo kick out of a couple big boots or something huge. I loved Baba's spry big left boot here, and how he hung Jumbo out on his flying clothesline, but I'm picturing the crowd reaction had Jumbo gotten a shoulder up ONE last time, and I just love how great the AJPW hierarchy style worked for so long, how well trained the crowds were to recognize when someone was exceeding their usual standing. 

Kato Kung Lee/Hijo Del Santo/Mogur vs. Hijo Del Gladiador/Kung Fu/Supremo CMLL Late 80s

MD: We're obliged to watch any new Santo that comes down the pipe. This was clipped but in a sort of "good parts only" way. You still got the sense of what was happening (primera = rudo beatdown; segunda = tecnico come back; tercera = exchanges with tecnico advantage). Santo and Kung Fu were captains, and while he took the time to bully Kung Fu pretty soundly, including at least three times of just casually walking across the ring and whacking him in the skull, Santo was able to have exchanges with all the rudos. We didn't quite get enough of everyone else. For instance, the camera completely missed whatever Hijo del Gladiador used to win the segunda, we don't get much Mogur at all, and while they teased the usual Kung Fu vs Kato Kung Lee battle, it ended with the rudos taking a powder and eating the countout. What we got here was good and iconic but it just made you want the rest.

El Dandy/Gran Cochisse/Hijo Del Santo vs. Pirata Morgan/Blue Panther/Bestia Salvaje CMLL Late 80s

MD: Another clipped affair where you still get a lot of good stuff but probably not quite enough of it. We got a lot of Dandy, Cochisse, Panther, and a bit less Santo and Bestia here. Past catching a Dandy dive like a brick wall, I barely remember Pirata being in this. Cochisse was pretty game for an older guy and at least tried a bunch of stuff (the best of which was urging his body to pull off a 'rana out of a standing stretch), though he had Panther to do a lot of the heavy lifting. Dandy looked like the best guy in the world, with a beautiful comeback punch out of nowhere and a killer clothesline. Panther was good all around but it was particularly striking when they spent a good fifteen seconds highlighting him gnawing upon Dandy's hand on the outside. Not the sort of Panther you were expecting.

PAS: This was a pretty wild brawl from what we got, with a chance to see some all time greats. Santo is cool in this kind of chaos, you don't expect him to kick your ass, but he is always ready and willing. Assuming this is late 80s Dandy is going to deliver at an all world level. He hit a enziguiri with Bestia running off the ropes, which was as cool as I have ever seen that move hit. We also get the wild Dandy over the top rope floating tope, which was one of the great dives of the 20th century. This is all chopped up sadly, so you lose some of the subtle flavors, but it is great we got to see what we got to see. 

Tank/Iceberg vs. Azrael/Rainman NWA Wildside 10/30/04

MD: We don't watch a lot of death matches around here and even then, I probably see less than the other guys. The appeal is fairly obvious. Wrestling is all about helping the crowd suspend their disbelief, not necessarily to make them feel like what they're seeing is real, but to accept it in the moment as its own sustainable reality. A lot of things can help with that, logical storytelling, compelling selling, great looking offense. Presumably, however, nothing is as quick and easy as people really getting hurt and there's no proof of that quite like blood. It's like injecting that suspension of disbelief into the fans' veins instead of crafting a beautiful picture that makes them feel it naturally. The premise are that there are weapons on poles in each corner. The camera vantage point means that we see a lot of violence but not necessarily any close-ups of the result of said violence, which I'm more or less fine with. Early on, Rainman and Azrael were able to get the weapons first as they were smaller, more agile, and that allowed for the only equalizer possible against Tank and Iceberg, but it wasn't going to last. It's a lot of violence that all escalates to the last corner and the thumbtacks. They serve as a certain center of gravity pulling the last third of the match towards the center of the ring. There's a moment where the ref hurts his hand on one during a count which actually helps the overall atmosphere and feeling of danger. The finish is completely believable with a flaming boot doing half the work and a huge double team by the NWA Elite off the top and into the thumbtacks doing the rest. It's not the sort of thing I want to watch every week, but it definitely got the job done.

PAS: Really cool to see some handheld Wildside show up, especially a gruesome brawl like this. Iceberg and Tank are such formidable babyfaces, that you almost need to come armed with implements of horror to have any chance at all. Every time I see Iceberg I am amazed at the agility he had for such an enormous man, he was really on the level of Vader or Jerry Blackwell. He takes a psychotic assisted powerbomb here, and hits one of the most devastating sit out spinebusters I have ever seen, it look like it powdered Rainman's spinal cord. We got a lot of gross stabbing and carving, and some fun stuff with thumbtacks which weren't completely played out by 2004. The flaming kick to the face was one of the cooler looking fire spots I have seen in a while and the finish had the violence and chaos you want from Cornelia GA. 

ER: I could watch Tank and Iceberg do anything. These two would have been a legendary team from another era, and watching them is always just a crushing reminder of the big fat man dearth we're dealing with now. At a certain point WWF just stopped seeking out fat guys, and fat guys stopped seeking out wrestling. There should be a steady pipeline of football guys who weren't good enough for the NFL, who are now also rapidly gaining size due to no longer having two a days in their life. How does NXT not have 7 of those guys? At some point the wrestling world changed and it unfairly passed over two real talents. Iceberg and Tank were the kind of guys who you could tell would have been great workers no matter their size, and I'm so happy they were big fat guys. They're two of the better bleeders of the 2000s, and throw right hands with their entire body, two guys who threw hands like they had never seen any wrestling past the territory days. You take their bleeding, and their big right hands, and insert them into any 1985 territory, and you have a big time drawing heel. I don't think you even need the death match portion of this for it to work, but Tank and Iceberg are great at integrating weapons. The thumbtack bumps all looked sick, loved that seated spinebuster right into the tacks, and Tank's STO followed by picking tack shrapnel out of his wrist was awesome. Tank eats a flaming kick, and that might be one of my favorite ever Wildside spots, just a killer moment that would have have me leaping out of my chair live. 

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