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Sunday, October 04, 2026

DEAN~!!! Summer School

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

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


Violence is Forever vs. Angus Legstrong/Oldman Youngboy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony Deppen vs. Ryan Mooney

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

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

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

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

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

Matt Mako vs. Tim Bosby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Infantry vs. Top Team

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

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

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

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

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

Slim J vs. Adam Priest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Darian Bengston vs. Skayde 

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

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

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

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

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

Karl Greco-Malenko vs. Low Ki

MD: A call was made.

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

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

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

Why here, why now?

The call itself wasn’t enough.

But Greco-Malenko was.

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

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

This was not a match. This was a mirror.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A call was made.

A call was answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mad Dog Connelly vs. Slade [Dog Collar Match]

MD: Certainty.

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

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

He wanted this. He embraced it.

The collar represented certainty. Assurance. 

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

The collar prevented that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Monday, April 14, 2025

AEW Five Fingers of Death 4/7 - 4/13

ROH 4/10/25

Dustin Rhodes/Ross Von Erich/Marshall von Erich vs Violence is Forever (Kevin Ku/Dominic Garrini)/Davey Bang

MD: This was sub-five minutes but there's absolutely something to be said about the value of skill and polish in an enhancement match like this. It's great that ROH gives younger talent a chance to get some reps and a little spotlight and a chance of being on "TV." I know who Sid Ellington is now because I saw him fly around for Satnam a month or two ago. That said, that's not the only purpose of ROH TV. Because of a Von Erich injury, we just haven't seen these guys in forever, and they are building to a trios match next week. I'm not saying it's going to make or break the ROH streaming service if Dustin and the Von Erichs aren't reestablished as meaningful six-man champs, but I am a firm believe that doing things well and properly does matter. Booking matters. Matches matter. If you're going to do something (even pro wrestling tv for the sake of pro wrestling tv) then do it well. And in that case, the six-man champs needed to be reestablished, and these were ideal opponents to do so with this setting. 

That meant that Ku was in the right place at the right time with the right attitude, throwing not just his body but his presence into all of Dustin's signature stuff. It meant that when Garrini got in there, he stuffed a Von Erich with the most credible, sudden, impactful knee to the gut you'll ever see. They were going to get swept under, but with just a few moves, they made it seem like Dustin and the Von Erichs had to work (even in dominance) for a win that mattered. And some how, Ku and Garrini managed to crash into one another three times in a five minute match with each time seeming organic. And then Bang made the finishing Claw pendulum slam look great too. 

ViF could contribute in any number of ways up and down the card. AEW's a promotion that lives and dies on great wrestling matches, and you could stick them on Collision and they'd heft up the number of great matches for the year week in and week out, but if they're going to be used in a spot like this, they're going to get the job done, and they absolutely did here.

Collision 4/12/25

Athena vs Harley Cameron

MD: I'm still struggling with babyface Cameron. She's obviously a hard worker. She definitely wants to be there. She's incredibly talented. But one issue with babyface turns since the beginning of time is that some of what made the wrestler over in the first place ends up watered down in the process. For Harley, it was that wild spontaneity that she might do anything at any moment. She's kept that to some degree backstage with the puppets and guitar and what have you, but it's not in the ring as much. I'm not sure if that's just part and parcel with the turn, where she has a more choreographed entrance and makes sure to work in the catch phrase in more of a rote way, or if it's just not having Saraya with her anymore to bounce off of. 

The match with Mone, for instance, was fine, but it had a sort of carefully practiced feel to it that you often don't get from a lot of the rest of the roster. Which again is fine to some degree! Harley does not have a lot of matches under her belt. The problem is that she's pushed at a fairly high level and put in a position to be a little overexposed. She's learning as she's going and I'm sure she'd rather be out there in the spotlight, but it's all a high ask for her. On some level, everything that will best ensure that she looks competent and acceptable as a talent at this level clashes with the sort of zany unpredictability that got her over in the first place.

Enter: Athena. I've noted before that there are diminishing returns about me writing up Athena matches as you'll hear the same things over and over again: She's in the moment. She's reacting to everything. She's alive in there. She's intense. She's believably explosive both in her offense and in her personality. You don't want to look away because you might miss a little glance or look to the camera or interaction with her opponent and the ref. There's no hesitation. There are no strings. It's not performative. She's living and breathing pro wrestling. There are only so many times you can say that.

This match brought something else into focus, or at least lets me refine all the above. So long as she is all that and does all that, she's able to make anyone in the ring with her not just better, but also clearer. I was struggling with exactly who babyface Harley was even after the Mone match. But here? In this one? It was absolutely obvious. Case in point: Harley just trying to grab the early headlocks to show that she belonged in there, that she could stand up to a bully, that everyone was worthy of a chance so long as they worked hard and tried their best, no matter how zany or different they were. She had a whole program with Mone and I saw that all the more clearly with just one headlock with Athena. It's wild. It's Stan Hansen-ian in how a wrestler can show her mettle against her. And it kept this match shining as Harley had to work from underneath against Athena and Athena got frustrated every time this affectated upstart was able to escape something or even get one in on her. 

There are limits to this, of course. It works well in a controlled start of a match when everything's being established. It works well during the heat when the heel can really drive things and there's a clear story engine. Down the stretch as things break down, more specific athleticism is asked for from both wrestlers. There were clearly moments where Harley was physically anticipating the next move. Again, she'll get more fluid at that in time and with reps and practice. I have total faith in that. The trickier part will be to lean hard into that character (through the physicality but even above and beyond it since it's far more important than any single spot) even when she doesn't have someone like Athena to push off against.

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Saturday, May 04, 2024

DEAN~!!!

ACTION presents DEAN~!!! 4/4/24

MD: A year ago today, we lost DEAN. Eleven months later Phil, Eric, and Matt Griffin (being Jacey North Matt, not me Matt) did something amazing. In true DVDVR fashion, Eric has a road report in the works. Were I to give you a report, it would be why I wasn't there and would involve in-law family wedding drama, conciliatory water parks with the kids, and a bunch of other excuses. I missed being there, being part of that atmosphere, meeting a bunch of people who I respect and admire (and Johnny Sorrow too; I would have liked to meet Johnny). That said, it means I can come in with a slightly different perspective here, and hey, there's also this: DEAN the human was so important to me in expanding how someone could think about wrestling and Phil and Eric are my "people" in everything we do creatively, but because I watched from home (in part in the DVDVR discord, yes, but a lot on my own), I got to watch it with Dylan Hales in my ear, and there was no one I conspired with more closely between 2010 and 2015 about wrestling than Dylan, so while I couldn't be there with you guys, you were all with me as I watched.    

Alex Kane vs Colby Corino

MD: When I say "my people", I do mean a lot of this crowd too and that made it the perfect crowd for this specific match, one that knew how to act, how to buy in, how to give in, how to be wry but not ironic, clever but still earnest, just like the match itself. The wrestlers committed. The crowd committed. The match committed. It's probably sacrilege on a card with the back half that this one has to even consider this as potentially my favorite match of the night, but maybe it was!

Colby came in exhausted (six matches in six days). He had a size disadvantage. The match was always one suplex away from being over. So he embraced the headlock. It was a way to control distance, to control leverage, to frustrate Kane, to make Kane exert himself because Colby couldn't. It was wry, like I said, but it also made sense within the context of the match. Even at the beginning, there were multiple differentials for Colby to overcome and the headlock was a means for him to chip away at them. That's important. The headlock was never an end unto itself. It was the means to even the odds.

As the match went on, it went from being a way to contain Kane to a way to open him up for escalating offense. It went from being a survival mechanism to the entry point for all of Colby's title hopes and dreams. It opened up the bulldog, or an air raid crash, or the front DDT that he was likely going for to maybe finish things off. The problem with such a close contact strategy, however, is that all it took was one mistake, one wrong breath, one chance for Kane to plant his feet, and it was up and over, metaphorically and literally. Colby did valiantly for a man at the end of his rope, but that rope was just long enough for him to hang himself. Honestly in contention for my favorite match of the night (It's up there with Slim J vs Adam Priest as the most "Matt D" match on the card), as wild as that sounds.

O’Shay Edwards/Amboss (Laurance Roman/Robert Dreissker) vs The Good Hand (Kevin Ryan/Suge D/Tyler Stevens)

MD: I think that in some ways this match had the most to work against on the card. For the traveling crowd, there was probably less familiarity with the wrestlers here. It had a sort of similar theme to the "flippy guys vs strong guys" six-man later on the card but couldn't lean too hard into that without taking away from the match higher on the card. What it did have going for it was the ability to lean into the set units here to play with all of the tools you'd get in a southern or mPro style tag.

The Good Hand played their part perfectly, just annoying, arrogant, scuzzy heels, but maybe not carrying with them the sort of madcap delusion that the Sucklings were about to bring to the ring in the next match. These were three guys who were more than the sum of their parts both in style and in substance. They controlled the ring, cut off Roman, threw out a bunch of quick offense and double and triple teams. And then, when it was time, they got their comeuppance, only to take back over with something slick or underhanded or opportunistic. Basically, they used all the tricks of the trade, both in how they presented themselves and in how a match like this could be structured, to overcome some of the disadvantages they were facing. And the babyfaces were the straight men, constantly trying to work their way back into the match and then, when it came time, raining down justice and punishment. Like I said on the night, if you embrace wrestling, it will embrace you, and that's exactly what they did here.

Violence is Forever (Kevin Ku/Dominic Garrini) vs The Ugly Sucklings (Rob Killjoy/White Mike)

MD: I loved how tight and compact this was. That allowed for the Sucklings to do their pre-match promo, which made a lot of sense actually It was driven not just by ego and mania (though there was that as well) but by the relatable idea that if they had a good showing against a top team, they'd get more bookings and put food on the table. Scuzzy but relatable, a fine line to walk. Then, they went right into heat. That worked because ViF even just coming out as the surprise team with the Road Warriors pop... that was the shine. There was a sense of glorious inevitability here in the best way. The Sucklings were organized and effective and persistent but doom was heading their way from the moment Zombie hit, maybe even from the moment they signed an open challenge.

So this went right to the ambush-dirven heat then into the comeback and the finishing stretch and it was all just a wonderful celebratory bonus from guys with big presence. For people not at all familiar with the indy scene, obviously guys like Priest and Connolly stood out but I heard from a few people who only had a working knowledge that they immediately wanted to track down more Sucklings footage, so the mission from the pre-match promo was accomplished. Overall, this match set up a sort of party atmosphere to prepare people's appetites for the chaos and violence to come.   

Gypsy Joe Rules Match: Coven of the Goat (Jaden Newman/Tank) vs 1 Called Manders/"Filthy" Tom Lawlor

MD: This was the match where, on live viewing, I realized I couldn't just turn a write-up out for the show and that I needed some time to process. I'm still struggling a bit with this one. One thing will stick with me, and I mean forever stick with me, like Owen kicking Bret's leg out of his leg or whatever other super iconic wrestling moment is seared into my brain: That's the sequence of Lawlor getting Newman onto a chair and running around the entire ringside area to attack him while Tank and Manders were simultaneously sharing a beer right by the DEAN chair. The contrast was just this serene moment of pro wrestling wonder. It devolved quickly into Tank spraying Manders and Lawlor smashing Tank and Manders getting the revenge spray and of course then revisited it a few minutes later with the headbutt war. What am I going to say critically about this? It was madness and chaos and action with some stuff that was smartly put together but that didn't feel put together at all, that just felt wild and spontaneous and that, along with, you know, punches (and this had a few good ones) is what I could use so much more of in wrestling today. You weren't going to see the strings here, just the flailing limbs and crazy abandon. (EDIT one year later: I was later informed that nothing was put together and it all felt wild and insane because it was wild and insane; any coherency was my pro wrestling watching addled brain magic eying and the natural logic of pressing iron up against iron and watching the sparks fly).

3 Flippy Guys (Bobby Flaco/Brayden Toon/Rico Gonzalez) vs 3 Strong Motherf*ckers (Danny Demanto/Hoodfoot/Isaiah Broner)

MD: Hey, the WAR six man. This was fun. You didn't really get to see Rico do too much. In fact, most of the match was everyone just beating on Flaco, which is kind of what you want in a match like this really, just flipping guys bumping big and getting crushed. Brayden didn't do a ton (really this was mainly Bob getting destroyed) but everything he did looked great. Finish worked ok because the Strong folk were obviously goofing around and taking their opponents lightly; sometimes you live by the door, sometimes you die by it. This was a nice mix of levity and roadkill to give everyone a breather given what was to come.

Dr. Cerebro vs Gringo Loco

MD: This could have absolutely just been a "traveling match" sort of exhibition and it wasn't at all. It was a weird and surreal inversion full of a sort of emotion that isn't neat or clean or crisp. This match wasn't a straight line. It felt a little like a therapy session unveiling in real time through the back drop of gritty, gripping, beautiful lucha libre. It just wasn't a redo of 2010. Gringo Loco has evolved and in some ways, in this match, Cerebro devolved. He sure as hell wasn't wearing his mask against the Gringos VIP. Moreover, even though Gringo worked rudo, he was a pretty clear babyface for a lot of this. That happens! Usually it happens with a guy like Casas or Satanico up against an unfortunately reviled tecnico or an even more deplorable rudo, but it happens. Here it was because Gringo had something of the homefield advantage and because both of them had a chip on their shoulder.

While I loved some of the early matwork (Cerebro scooting around into an amazing contorting bit of torture was likely the hold of the night), and of course the Cerebro dive that almost took out Marty's wife in the third row was electric, it was that underlying snag of emotion that really put this over the top. Gringo's paid his dues, has traveled the world, has been on TV in big arenas and has wrestled in the dingiest, dirtiest venues imaginable; he's grown into a true base god, and yet Cerebro, maybe empowered in all the wrong ways by the mask he was donning once again, refused to forgive the sins of the past. When Gringo wanted a shake, Cerebro made like a matador. When Gringo escalated things, Cerebro was all to happy to call and raise. He raised all the way to bringing in a chair and tearing apart Gringo's shoulder. Watching it, you can't help but wonder if it was because instead of finding a 25 year old that would likely bend under the pressure, he found a man pushing forty who had no give in him at all. Maybe it was because even though he had traveled north and presented himself in all of his glory, the crowd still leaned towards Gringo instead.

Regardless, he crossed a line that both men had crossed many times years before. It wasn't the end, however. The match restarted. Despite the damage to the shoulder, Gringo fought his way back. When the opportunity arose to cross that line himself, he took it. He couldn't transcend past it. Cerebro wouldn't be the bigger man but Gringo couldn't either, not after what had transpired. Cerebro ducked the chair, kicked it into Gringo's face, and honed in on the damaged shoulder for a submission. They wrestled a gripping match, one with a resolution in the record books, but you couldn't help feeling like nothing was truly resolved.

Krule vs “Warhorse” Jake Parnell

MD: On some level, on top of being a tribute to DEAN and on top of being something cooked up by the mad geniuses I write with here on Segunda Caida and powered by the ACTION engines, this whole show was a tribute to the Indies in general, to all eras and all regions. As such, this felt like it could have been the main event of a NWA New Jersey Coralluzzo show from the late 90s or an early 00s ECW successor promotion and I liked it along those lines. They worked hard. They hit hard. They flew hard. It had all the overworked bs you'd expect for the finish. As such, I almost think they did too much; maybe Parnell shouldn't have flipped out of a chokeslam attempt, maybe that dive shouldn't have been a flip, maybe some of the more complex Krule offense should have been straighter and to the point. They did a pretty good job keeping up with parts of the rest of the show but maybe they didn't need to. Maybe they should have leaned harder into the contrast instead. That's a lot to ask of them though, especially with the title on the line, and they did an admirable enough job all things considered.

Matt Makowski vs Arez

MD: I was going to call this a sprint and explain how instead of just spots it was layered with all that and more, but that's not what it actually is. It's a lucha lightning match and it's one of the best I've ever seen. It's cheating a little because it has the patina of a "different styles" fight but it's close enough to a lightning match in my eyes. A lot of it also speaks for itself, with Arez bounding around, hitting from every angle, and Makowski keeping up while trying to ground and stop him. For them to go that fast it for everything, no matter how unlikely, to still come off as plausible in this strange shared reality where Manders and Tank can sit in chairs headbutting each other as hard as possible takes incredible talent and commitment. I loved the transition where Makowski was able to jam the Casita and snap the arm. Arez wasn't exactly selling down the stretch but Makowski was so single minded in getting the cross arm-breaker in that you knew he felt like he was on to something and if he felt that way, you, as the audience, felt that way as well, even if Arez wasn't exactly putting out signals. Then it was all about working three moves ahead while dealing with the world's most unpredictable wrestler, to plant him in the center with the chaos theory cross-armbreaker. Thrilling stuff and a testament to knowing that they'd pack so much coolness into every second that they could let this go relatively short for the sake of the overall card but still feel fulfilling. Trust was the name of the game here, trust in the wrestlers, trust in the fans, trust in the mission

Slim J vs Adam Priest

MD: Yeah, ok, sorry to the first match, which I did thoroughly enjoy, but this is definitely my favorite match on the card. It couldn't be more down my alley. Two guys so good at doing the small things well hitting the fundamentals of what makes pro wrestling work perfectly and then adding just that added bit of creativity to put it over the top. Slim J's been positioned as a heel on TV for the last year or two but he's one of the best babyfaces of the 21st century and it was so great to see him on this stage, in front of this crowd, against this opponent, in this role. Talk about trust. They let this simmer and build so that when they hit bombs down the stretch they meant as much as possible.

Priest came in early with the trash talk and the early posturing and it was all about who would get the first shot in, and even more than that, who would be able to position the referee best to their advantage. Priest got Slim J into the corner behind him but couldn't follow up. Slim J, maybe a babyface here but a guy who knew every trick in the book and invented a good few of them, managed to snatch the ref's hand and use it (with just enough plausible deniability, of course) to smack Priest. Priest stalled just enough to rile the crowd without losing momentum. When he took over it wasn't just catching Slim on the way in with a knee, but then turning it into a neckbreaker over the second rope. It was never the easiest path but always a direct one with the extra little bit generally something additive that didn't distract from the key message.

Slim was always scrappy, always trying to fight back and his hope spots started small and close, an armbar or a chop back, but Priest cut him off definitely and then really added insult to injury as he grinded Slim down. It all built to the escape from the abdominal stretch where it seemed that Slim had come back, but Priest cut him off with a killer pile driver. That, in and of itself, set up the actual comeback as Slim reversed the second attempt at it on the apron. Even then, because the fans had just been fooled on a hope spot attempt, and because Slim was so good at staggering about in the ring selling his neck, the clotheslines he hit to really get back into it and launch the finishing stretch felt all the more striking and miraculous. Just amazing babyface work here.

That finishing stretch was the first time that they really launched bombs. Because they showed the restraint through the match, the big headdrops, which would have meant something just by their innate nature, ended up meaning all the more. Discipline creates opportunity, allows for the ability to build potential energy that can be turned kinetic. Then they paid it off with a finish that people probably didn't expect but that made the crowd happy. Just two architects building a castle of pro wrestling here.

Wasted Youth (Austin Luke/Marcus Mathers) vs Sinner & Saint (Judas Icarus/Travis Williams)

MD: This was as sprinty a juniors tag as you could get. Not entirely my thing but it had a place on a card that celebrated both the indies and DEAN. The first thing that comes to mind is hanging out on the DVDVR board the day that someone posted Brian XL/Divine Storm vs Red/SATs, probably in real media format, tiny file size, tiny video, and how all of us, the big guy included, reacted, like a whole new world opening up. Twenty+ years later, that wave has swept over all of wrestling a couple of times over, and it's led to a match like this. Icarus and Williams carried a lot of the middle of this with their more experienced and superior teamwork. They had a lot of clever tandem spots and sequences. I probably liked the Gory Running Punches the best though I would have liked to see a little more consequence to them. Mathers' connection to the crowd stood out more than anything else on the other side. This was breathless stuff. At times, the camera barely knew which way to focus next because things were going to come so quickly and explosively. This was candy before the steak to come but it was the expensive stuff and not some cheap knock off brand.

Dog Collar Match: Mad Dog Connelly vs Demus

MD: What am I am even going to say about this? How do you write about this? I thought about taking the coward's way out and just writing a paragraph about how Mad Dog Connelly has maybe the most amazing eyes that I've ever seen in pro wrestling, how you can track the entire match just focusing on them and in doing so, it's something different than you've ever experienced, how I'd never even thought about watching a wrestler's eyes a way to track emotion in this way because either the video quality isn't good enough or the quick cuts are too prevalent or whatever you're watching just doesn't rise to that level. How Connelly breaks a mold that you never even had reason to give a thought to before. I could go on about that but while totally accurate, it'd be both pretty weird and also a dodge. But seriously, rewatch this and just watch the guy's eyes. If you even can, because...

So let's try this instead. This match was a roller coaster ride. I hear you groaning. How dare I reduce this thing to some bullshit out of the can nonsense phrase. Just stop, ok? Stop and think. It wasn't like a roller coaster because it had ups and downs and it went fast. Nothing like that. Imagine actually being in a roller coaster. Imagine the first time maybe, when you were a kid, when you strained your neck to just be tall enough to hit the height marker and be allowed on. Imagine that it was one of those old wooden coasters, big and rickety, creaking, without some of the whirls and turns and technology and gimmicks of the last twenty years, just a looming monstrosity that might collapse at any moment because of one loose eighty year old screw. It's not the falling that gets you when you're on a coaster like that. It's not the speed. It's not even the anticipation as you're slowly going up. It's the fact that you're strapped in, you're helpless. If the thing fell apart, there'd be nothing you can do, nothing anyone could do to save you. You can't stop midway. You can't get off. No power in the world can stop it once it gets going. You're trapped.

That's what it feels like to watch this match. The second you hit play, it's like you're watching one of those videos from a Japanese horror movie. You're trapped. You can't shut it off. You can't look away. You can't even breathe. You can't even stop to think. You just have to watch one act of brutality seamlessly flow into the next. It's a river made of blood and you're adrift on it. I can't talk about specific moments of this. I can't break apart some sort of structure or go on about transitions. I've seen this two, three times. I remember the chain whip by Connelly to start. I remember people going into chairs. I remember biting and the smearing of blood. I remember the attempt at a hangman's choke and Dylan proclaiming it was that selfsame blood making things too slippery to hold it. Maybe there was a flying body press of some sort? Connelly choked him out to win. That's what I remember. I literally just watched this. Five minutes ago! It's all a violent blur. It's not a match. It's an experience. It's a sensation. You stare at the screen and your heart tries to leave your chest as you're buffeted by the violent, visceral gale. And like a roller coaster, the second you get off, you just want to get back on and go again. Look, I got nothing. Just strap back in and watch the thing again, ok?

Daniel Makabe vs Timothy Thatcher

MD: Full disclosure. This is an important match to cover well and I think I know what I want to say, even if it opens me up to be a little vulnerable. It's sort of the absolute worst time to highlight personal inadequcies, but here we are. Be kind. Maybe in part because I've got that most recent viewing of Connelly/Demus rattling around in my head, I don't know exactly how to start it. Let's go with this. Late in the match, Dylan likens this to Battlarts, and of course part of the inspiration here was Ishikawa vs Ikeda; Makabe wore his heart on his sleeve there if you get what I mean. So while this had its hybrid elements, much like Battlarts did, I think you could fairly safely classify this as shoot style. Shoot style, to me, is impenetrable in a good way, because I don't entirely get how they do it (Here's the vulnerable part). I watch so much wrestling. I write about so much wrestling. I think so hard (too hard, I know) about structure and narratives and patterns and comparative mythology and symbolism and whatever else is at play. And shoot style done well takes me back to being ten years old in the Boston Garden watching Bret Hart wrestle the Barbarian and just trying to wrap my head around how they could possibly know what to do next. And I've never gone out of my way to change that. I get so much enjoyment out of wrestling in so many ways, but only with shoot style is there still that hint of magic and wonder.

As I understand it, shoot style is a game of opportunities and openings, of mastering technique so well that all the physical possibilities to counter and progress the match are open to you in any moment. A little bit of give leads to a lot of take and the process repeats itself. Whether you're watching Fujiwara and Super Tiger or Volk Han, a lot of the storytelling is entirely implicit, driven by physical advantages and chance and consequence in the moment and over time. The drive for realism leaves certain basic, contrived narrative possibilities out of reach, but when done as well as it can be done, it can pull you in as much as any other form of pro wrestling. That was absolutely at play here, with every touch representing struggle and every contortion, simple or outlandish, feeling earned instead of given. What took this to another level was the genius at play. Yes, the storytelling was by necessity implicit, but underpinning and giving it color it was the weight of all of their previous encounters, the impending Sword of Damocles that hangs over Makabe's head, the expectation of what this match could be and what we all knew it was not (that being Ishikawa vs Ikeda), the well of emotion of the night and what people had just witnessed. 

Genius really is the only word for the alchemy of all of these things coming together, in small ways and in big. That could be Thatcher refusing the initial handshake or his look of glee as he was bending Makabe's wrist. It could be Makabe making the first inroads on the taped-up knee and Thatcher escalating to strikes out of desperation in response and then Makabe working at the upper body in order to open up the lower body to stay on it. Or it could have just been both of them stomping out each other's arm in frustration at the European Uppercuts they were throwing at each other. History creates the personality. The personality defines the character. The character decides how opportunities are capitalized on, and somehow, out of all of it, you end up with the richest, most compelling wrestling match imaginable. When it came to wrestling (and music, and a few other things), DEAN was like a cool older cousin to me, half a generation older, having gotten there first but selflessly willing to share. To him, everything was about sensation in the moment. To me, it's about thought after the fact. A match like this lets me meet the memory of my friend midway, and I'm very grateful for that.

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Thursday, August 11, 2022

Scenic City Invitational 2022 Night 1 8/5/22

Adam Priest vs. Cole Radrick

ER: This is probably worth seeing just for the woman in the front row who lunges hard at Priest as he casually walks to the ring, and Priest acts like he doesn't even see her, two feet in front of him, as she's being hauled away in a rear waistlock. Stunt Granny? Perhaps. I really liked Priest here. He acts like an asshole, and works like a modern Jamie Noble. He's really explosive when the move calls for it, putting a lot of snap on everything. I dug how he snuck in attacks around the ref's blindspot, sneaking in a punch past the ref's shoulder and a back elbow over his back, and I liked how he did bratty little things like lightly kicking a rolling trash can towards a kid after rolling to the floor. All of Priest's strikes looked good, he missed offense with intent, took all of Radrick's offense well, and made everyman moves like the DDT look like actual finishers. Radrick is a mix of some things that work and some that don't. I thought he had some really nice fired up babyface punches (with Priest doing an excellent job feeding into them), like  Robert Gibson coming in on a hot tag. He had a nice diving elbow to the back of Priest's head, and hit a cool Hitman elbow off the top rope. He really didn't do anything at all with the "bad knee" part of the match, but Dylan Hales on commentary did a good job covering for that, adding to an awkward botched cutter by pointing out the bad knee couldn't adjust to the loose bottom rope. 


Hoodfoot vs. Orion Bishop 

ER: I'm kind of surprised by how much I disliked this. Scanning the card, this was one of the SCI matches I was most excited for, but hardly anything about this worked. They started with some unnecessary quick rope running stuff and then both seemed to hit a gas tank wall 10 seconds in. Hoodfoot looked like he was on tranquilizers through a lot of it, like he could barely lift his arm to throw strikes. Now, I love in a hermetically sealed bubble and miss a ton of what is happening in pro wrestling, but I did hear that Hoodfoot lost an absurd amount of blood in a deathmatch against Slade. There's a chance he isn't fully recovered, and if that's the case then I'm impressed by the grind. Also, if that's the case, I would rather him fully recover. His missed standing swings to set up Bishop's offense were some of the most quarter assed swings I've seen, and every shot of his that landed was telegraphed a mile away and thrown at half speed. At one point they both trudged passed each other and ducked offense that neither man threw. Hoodfoot took a nasty suplex bump and hit a nice cannonball in the corner, but this felt like a match where no exchange came off properly. Even the finish looked bad, as Bishop hit a spear ("hit" doing a lot of work there) and Hoodfoot flinched on the 3 count, making it look like he was supposed to kick out but couldn't lift his limbs. The ref made the bizarre choice to not verbalize a single thing, merely holding up two fingers and a thumb that didn't clear anything up. Instead of just saying "ring the bell", she kept alternating between holding up an index finger those other three digits. Shockingly little about this worked. Did both guys put in a couple hours on the bike before this match? 


Myron Reed vs. Eli Knight

ER: Now this, I liked, even though it had a finish that I sincerely did not understand. The ideas and some of the execution dipped in the latter half, but there was more than enough to make this a really good 8 minute match. I'm not super familiar with Eli Knight but came away a fan. The man has springs in his legs and has amazing form on his moonsault, and I loved how he jumped Reed before the bell with a super high and impactful running dropkick and then a gorgeous moonsault press to the floor. Reed is a clever wrestler who is good at setting up some complicated sequences, and Knight is a guy who can execute some complicated stuff and make it look effortless. Knight had a really cool dropkick from the top rope to the apron, and then kipped up on the apron and grinned right into the hard cam. Both guys hit strikes with some nice jolt, and on the couple occasions where something didn't quite work they just quickly moved along into something more spectacular. Reed had a big flip dive over the ringpost, and I liked how Knight was able to use his moonsault as both a feint and as a strong nearfall. The finish might have sounded better on paper, but I don't think it worked in reality at all. Knight hit a moonsault, but Reed slightly lifted his head and neck off the mat as it hit, and apparently this meant that Reed hit a kind of grounded cutter on Knight? It just looked like Reed was sitting up to take some of the impact and I don't think anyone would have thought it was supposed to be Reed catching Knight with a reversal. Nonetheless, even with the dodgy finish this was probably my favorite match of the first three. 


11. Daniel Makabe vs. Damyan Tangra 

MD: I've bumped my head against this review a couple of times, but it was my favorite match from SCI this year and it's worth writing about so I'm going to power through. Phil talked about the great Makabe vs Garrini matched from Night 2 on the Ringer, but this was pure, unbridled move chaining and gamesmanship, build and payoff, total engagement.

How about some examples? Makabe previously beat Tangra with a seated triangle. One of Tangra's big moves is a swing into a gutbuster from a Saito Suplex position. Early on, Tangra went for it, Makabe turned it into the triangle, Tangra had an answer and could escape. When Tangra finally hit it, it was out of Makabe escaping a Fujiwara Armbar, which Tangra had put on through cleverly countering something else. The match had high points that were built to like that, that were teased earlier, countered, worked for later, but they're more a microcosm of the endless struggle. Makabe laid traps, Tangra was ready for them, and it became about which wrestler could take advantage of where they ended up after the counter to the counter.

It should have been exhausting, a endless cacophony of noise and counters of counters of counters of counters, of limbs provided and capitalizing technique, but it wasn't. These weren't two wrestling robots, two drilled out shooters driving forward at each other. They are human beings, characters, wrestlers, entities with emotional stakes written on their sleeves (or in Makabe's case, underneath his wrapped up fist). When Tangra got an especially impressive counter, you could see it on Makabe's face. Not overwrought, not over the top, but human and appreciative and consummate to the moment. Tangra, sympathetic, with an ever-growing connection to the crowd, expressed a real sense of desperation in escaping Makabe's holds, escaping late hammer and anvil shots, in avoiding Makabe's punch at all costs (right up until the point he couldn't, of course). When the wrestlers care, when they let things sink in, when they let them matter, those things matter to everyone watching as well.

The turning point of the match was Tangra making the most of a cleverly captured leglock, both legs viced together in a way that wasn't sustainable, that wouldn't draw a submission, that led to a quick ropebreak, but that did lasting damage to one knee. By no means was this the singular story of the match. It gave it color, like any of the other elements. It enhanced instead of dominating. In key moments, Makabe couldn't capitalize due to the leg. In key moments, it provided Tangra a target. It gave him an edge, but against Makabe, you need dozens of them. On this night, he had just enough to survive and to score a believable, well-deserved, still shocking upset.

In watching this on Night 1, we (or at least I) didn't know what we'd learn about Makabe's physical condition on Night 2, that there's a possibility that his in-ring career is winding down. Looking back, that makes this feel like a potential changing of the guard, one that embraced and highlighted so much of what makes Makabe special and unforgettable, while letting Tangra not just hang with the master (no small thing), but also show his own worth and uniqueness and reinforcing the notion that he might carry the torch forward in years to come.

ER: This was so good, easily the match of Night 1. Matt covered this about as thoroughly as I've come to expect from Matt, so I'm not sure how much I have to add. I dug how this was a real Makabe showcase in the front half until he got slowed by his leg, and then those same tangled holds he was breaking out in the first half were given a sense of desperation down the back half. Makabe is so good at taking a sequence that you think you've seen before, and then suddenly taking it in a direction you've never seen. Early on they went into a series of inside cradle reversals that ends with Makabe reversing into a nasty head and arm choke. I swear, there are always at least three moments in a Makabe match that look like something that could plausibly finish the match, and this would have been a cool way to do a sudden surprise finish. This wasn't the venue for that, but the point stands. Dan really glued himself to Tangra like a spider monkey here, keeping himself close for several minutes, constantly tying Tangra up, climbing around his body before rolling into one of the cleanest triangles I've seen. I thought Tangra's body scissors takedown into a heel hook was a really cool way to counteract Makabe's clinginess. 

Makabe getting his leg worked over changed the pace and the strategy, and I really liked how Tangra threw kicks at every angle to Makabe's knee. Some guys get locked into throwing the exact same kind of leg kicks, but Tangra was kicking it from the inside, outside, upper patella, lower hamstring, just throwing them all over the target. Makabe is one of the best at selling a limb, dragging himself up by the ropes while favoring his good leg, trying to hold a bridge with one leg and then getting instantly reversed when he flattens the bum wheel, slowing his reaction time during standing exchanges. He still had several answers to whatever Tangra tried throwing, and I especially liked him wriggling out of a fireman's carry by quickly getting a crucifix on Tangra's arm. Once Tangra made this into more of a strike battle, Makabe kept trying to unload that Logan Gilbert right hand, mostly getting countered due to his slowed down wind up. Makabe getting slowed face Tangra openings to show off on the mat, and he had an awesome STF where he choked Makabe out with his own arm, while also hammer fisting his bandaged hand. That didn't finish things, but it could have, and having multiple ways to finish and be finished is one of the things that makes this pairing so engaging. 


Dominic Garrini vs. Kevin Ku

ER: I didn't really like this. I don't think I really like them against each other. This started at one level, and basically stayed at that level nearly the entire match, and never really let the crowd in on where they were going. They came out and took turns throwing chops, then took turns throwing kicks, and I'm not sure they even looked beyond the ring during any of it. These matches feel like they're done for the weird enjoyment of the two guys in the ring, as I never got the sense they would have done anything differently regardless of the crowd reaction. Obviously this crowd did not hate the match, and I was amused by a couple of girls chirping in reaction to several of the chops, but I think this needed just an ounce of direction or purpose. I think I would have liked it more had Dom's scoop spinning tombstone ended things. Up until then it had been mostly perfunctory strike exchanges with neither really acknowledging that they had been struck, but that tombstone was nasty and would have made a fun "fuck it I'm tried of being hit" finish. Not for me, but no problem if it works for thee. 


Jaden Newman vs. Ashton Starr

ER: This kind of odd pantomime wrestling just does not appeal to me. Why are some guys so silent in the ring? It always comes off so bizarre. The Soddy-Daisy fans have a real connection to every wrestler on these SCI cards. It's a good crowd to work in front of, positive and eager to support. But this silent play acting wrestling just doesn't connect. At one point Newman hit a complicated but slick swinging DDT from the apron for a two count, and just sat there doing silent mouthing and hand signing. Every time either man appealed to the crowd it was done silently, going out of their way to not use any kind of words. This is a crowd where you can hear individual reactions of everyone in the crowd, so it plays even weirder when both guys are trying to stay so silent. It was so jarring when Jaden let out a grunt after being hit, as I had assumed neither could make sounds, but it's possible they just can't turn those sounds into words. I liked Starr's high extension kick while Newman was on the top rope, and liked how Starr whipped his head into the mat on Newman's swinging DDT, but mute reaction wrestling is so weird. 


17. Manders vs. Masha Slamovich

ER: Manders was the replacement for Trish Adora, which is a cool swap. I thought this was really good, playing to both strengths. Masha often goes really big in her matches, starting them with some big spots that can leave the endings of those matches underwhelming. Here, that made a lot more sense, as she actually felt like the underdog against Manders. Manders can absorb a lot of punishment and wasn't going to work this 50-50, so Masha breaking out all her big stunts felt like the only way she was going to pull off a win. She's such a fighter, but I liked how Manders overwhelmed her at times, starting the match by wasting her with a clothesline, throwing her through chairs, throwing hard targeted headlock punches. Her openings are all from fighting dirty, and I love it, like how she went after his nose and eyes to break out of a headlock. Her strikes all looked good, and Manders didn't sell them 1:1, instead he treated them more 3:1, making her land several hard elbows or a couple kicks before being moved. Once she started stacking strikes, it gave her more openings to hit big stunts. 

She dropped Manders with some big things, like an electric chair that bounced him off a couple of chairs, and it turned into Manders having to brute force his way out of things. He was taking real damage from Masha, but was always able smash when things got bad. I dug Masha throwing several elbows and kicking him across the chin, and it wasn't like he wasn't selling them, they just needed to come in bunches to keep him down. He was still able to dump her with a big powerbomb or flatten her with a lariat, but they were smart about adding that extra time or breath so this never felt equal. Manders really hammered her with a lariat that looked like it would be the finish, but had such a head of steam that he went right through the ropes to the floor. He still almost got the win (with a great pin leaning his weight way back over her shoulders) but that extra time gave Masha the breathing room she needed. The finish looked botched but in a way that I think benefitted the match. Masha piledriving Manders off the turnbuckles into a pair of set up chairs was pretty crazy, with both landing hard, and Masha basically just landed on Manders for the three. Whatever the spot was supposed to look like, I don't know. I didn't look totally clean, but I came away thinking that whomever was lucky enough to end up on top after the crash landing was the one who was going to win. A crash landing doesn't have to look clean, it's supposed to look like an ugly pile-up, so Masha being the one who got lucky on the landing works well as a finish for me. 


Robert Martyr vs. Billie Starkz

ER: I really liked a lot of this, but the Starkz win really didn't work for me. Maybe there was a way to set it up that would have worked, but I don't think this was it. Pretty much everything up until the finish worked. I loved how they started things, with Martyr being a little prick and then getting his circuits scrambled with a hook kick, actually doing one of the only good "stiffened legs while my lights went out" sells that I've seen in wrestling (I always hold up Jimmy Yang's silly "4 limbs in the air" off a Tank Abbott punch as the worst example of this). Starkz getting a flash KO pin would have been awesome, but as I said earlier in this review, this wasn't the venue for that. But I dug Billie getting that quick advantage and then having it erased when Martyr blocked a tope and ran her into the post, then hit a gross powerbomb on the apron. Martyr seethes into the camera "I'm gonna kill this girl!" and he kinda backs that up. He had some really disrespectful boot scrapes, punishing corner lariats, and a big layout powerbomb. All of his stuff looked pretty killer. 

I didn't love the forearm exchange, but only because Starkz has bad looking forearms that wouldn't look like they'd move even a small guy like Martyr. However, everyone probably knows the moment this match was building towards, and that was one of the greatest splats I have ever seen in wrestling. Billie splats across the floor of Soddy-Daisy with an insane swanton off the top, Martyr slipping out of his seat at the last second, chair absorbing none of Billie's weight. The chair might have slightly slowed her down but not much. This girl just leapt off a one story building to her concrete death. As everyone checks on her, Martyr is the one in the ring yelling at the ref to get the hell in and start counting her out, and I love that look on him. When she barely beats the count and crawls right into a brainbuster, I thought that was it. If that was it, this match would be going on the list. But the finish didn't work for me. I thought the electric chair set up was frankly stupid for someone who was holding the back of her hand to her lower back ever since the apron powerbomb, and I just didn't buy the set up or the win, no matter how sick a Rubik's Cube can look. Criticism of the finish aside, this was still probably my third favorite match of Night 1.


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