80s Joshi on Wednesday: Jaguar! Mimi! Masami! Tarantula

Volume 4   

8. Devil Masami & Tarantula vs. Jaguar Yokota & Mimi Hagiwara (WWWA Tag Team Titles) - 1/4/83

K: Well here we go it's the absolute dream team of Jaguar Yokota & Mimi Hagiwara (who hold the two most important singles belts) against tag champs Devil Masami & Tarantula. Devil makes a bit of a ceremony of giving up her wooden sword to Commissioner Ueda before the introductions, in stark contrast to her recent antics when she was fighting him over trying to wield it as a weapon.

The opening is conceptually captivating. Tarantula gets a bit too close to the babyface corner when she's circling the ring, so the first offense is actually Mimi grabbing her on the apron for Jaguar to charge in and double team. It conveys that the babyfaces aren't gonna be goodie-two-shoes tonight after all the shenanigans we've seen this heel team commit over the last year (they main evented last year's 1/4 show). 

Naturally, the babyfaces are less experienced in these tactics so it doesn't immediately go their way. In fact, Tarantula is able to pretty quickly dodge and escape the double team attempt, and also pulls out a pretty cool spinning trip to take down Jaguar and send her to the outside to set up a double team for their team. But Mimi is on it, runs over to fight Devil before a double team can happen, so the babyfaces end up winning the opening skirmish with the symbolic throwing onto chairs/table.

I'm sorry if that was a bit too play-by-play so to sum up what I take from it; it's that we're gonna see feisty babyfaces ready to fight the heels on their own terms if necessary - who may not be as good at dirty tactics - but their determination and fighting spirit may be enough to get them the win. 

The first few minutes are quite hectic and get all this across before settling into something more conventional: long Mimi babyface in peril. Again, she's very good at this. She veers on looking a bit helpless at times, but she fights back just about enough so you don't give up on her. Tarantula takes most of this, at one point she's got Mimi tied up in the ropes while Jaguar protests the referee, and she pulls Mimi's hair across her face to add some extra nastiness to it. When Jaguar gets tagged in she does her usual handstand flip comeback, but this time she does a twisting bodypress rather than a dropkick. Bit of an evolution on what we're getting used to. 

This built nicely into a Jaguar tag and comeback (with some setbacks). The flaw here is that Jaguar's tag-in felt too easy after all that buildup, and so did he picking up the fall. She hits a bridging vertical suplex that didn't feel like a particularly big move, and actually gets a 3 count from it.

The energy heightens for the 2nd fall and the levels of violence escalation. Devil & Tarantula feel like they're setting the pace now and the babyfaces are struggling to keep up. Although they have collided a bit in the 1st fall, when Devil & Mimi square up in the 2nd they give it a lot of gravitas as if this was the first time they’d tagged in against each other, but they’re also long-time rivals (by AJW standards) so it’s effective and there’s genuine anticipation there.  This may be because of direction choices, but for a lot of this it feels like Jaguar has gone missing/been taken out while they focus on poor Mimi. The end for her starts when Devil has her cornered on the outside and is choking her with a microphone cord, and then later uses the microphone itself as a weapon to loud electronic thuds.

When Mimi is pulled into the ring, Devil hits her with this spinning backbreaker where she has her upside down in what looks like a tombstone position for a moment, but rotates her round and down hard onto her knee. Devil has such a huge arsenal it feels like she hits a cool new move in every match. This gets followed up with Devil & Tarantula both lifting Mimi up high to hit a double gutbuster move.

The 3rd fall starts hilariously as the babyfaces pull the referee out of the ring and bonk him on the head with a ringside table while looking very mad. The bell sounds after they do this so it's not strictly part of the match.

Devil is going on a rampage as soon as the match properly starts though. She has Jaguar up in a big military press and throws her OUT of the ring. She's so strong. She's also bleeding, I guess it's from getting hit with the table earlier when she was trying to save the referee. The blood seems to make her even stronger. She throws Mimi straight out of the ring too. She just totally demolishes both of them and... she wins. Wow. The 3rd fall is usually a lot longer than the 2nd but they flipped the switched here to make Devil look unstoppable after her blood was spilled. Jaguar is kicking off complaining about who knows what while the heels celebrate.

This is all really good stuff, the only significant flaw really is that just as they seem to be hitting a higher gear to turn this into a great match, someone picks up a fall.

***3/4

MD: We’ve always seen Jumbo or Omori in the mix and they’re fine, well and good, but at this point, Jaguar and Mimi feel like a super team to me, the best suited to try to take the titles from the Devil Army. Pre-match Masami gives up her boken and I don’t know if that’s a symbolic gesture that this was going to be a fair fight or what. It’s certainly not going to be a restrained one. Jaguar and Mimi go right on the attack, but they have immediate miscommunication as Jaguar punches (a clearly cheating) Mimi (on the apron) by accident. Things spill out and are quite chaotic until they’re able to work Mimi into the corner. It feels like there’s maybe even a bit more intense screaming here than in previous matches as they go at it. 

Most of the first fall is them working over Mimi and it’s all nasty as you’d expect, lots of draping over the rope throat first and falling headbutts by Tarantula. Jaguar comes in hot but has to work from underneath until she nails the bound off the ropes against Tarantula and then barely goes up and over with a body press. That leads to a killer knee attack off the top by Mimi and Jaguar taking the fall with a bridging front vertical suplex done in away you almost never see where she just holds it and gets her shoulder up. 

What stands out to me the most in the second fall is the way Masami took over on Mimi. They locked up and she slowly walked her back towards Tarantula. Simple, right? But the expressiveness on Masami’s face is some of the best pro wrestling I’ve ever seen. She had a deranged, obsessed look in her eyes, lips wide, gritting her teeth, pressing back step after step, leading with her chin. Incredibly compelling, believable struggle that felt inevitable all the same. They took things outside after that, using the microphone cable to choke with Tarantula dangling her opponent off the apron simultaneously. Back in the ring, Tarantula hit her rolling dropkicks (which work so well because of the lack of time between the roll and her having to get up for the dropkick giving everything a frenetic feel), and they finished Mimi off with a double press gutbuster after Devil’s brutal tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

The final fall starts well for Jaguar and Mimi, as they smack a table into Masami, opening her up. But the Devil Army thrive on chaos and they soon take back over on the outside. That leads to Devil press slamming Mimi from the ring to the floor, the beginning of the end. A bit more mayhem and chaos, and then tandem suplexes back in the ring and even the super team of Jaguar and Mimi fall to Devil and Tarantula’s reign of terror.  

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The Young Man and the Sea: Greco-Malenko vs Bosby

PRODUCE Vol. 3: Azùcar 8/3/26

Karl Greco-Malenko vs Tim Bosby

Generation after generation, the story is the same.

Those who possess youth, strength, vitality cannot help but feel immortal. 

The world stretches out before them. Possibilities are endless.

There is always tomorrow. There will always be another tomorrow after that and another tomorrow after that.

Any mountain can be climbed. Any obstacle can be overcome. Any foe can be defeated. All it takes is hard work and determination.

Time is on their side. 

Success follows success and with success, adulation. Everyone wishes to celebrate the new champion, the next big thing. Everyone wants a piece of the future.

Eventually, the young champion, like every young champion before him, thirsts for a greater challenge.

Eventually, the possible is no longer enough.

Eventually, he seeks out the sea.

And then, to his ultimate regret, he finds it.

The sea is fluid. The sea is endless. The sea cannot be contained.

The young champion is an expert at planting his feet, at controlling his balance. There is no footing to be found in the sea. 

The young champion is lithe, powerful, quick. To traverse the sea is to have every movement hampered. 

It snakes around him effortlessly, with a calm, relaxed ease. The sea is at peace with itself, even if it wages war with him. It batters him with waves. He survives the first and the next comes right behind. There is no rhythm to the onslaught, or at least not one that he can recognize, not one that any youth might possibly recognize. 

But the champion is no simple youth. He tries to snatch at the sea, to lock it in a hold. The sea slips out of his grasp and threatens to drag him down. He survives it, grits his teeth and puts his all behind it. He slips around a wave, tosses it overhead, not once but twice. The water splashes and reforms as if nothing had ever happened.

How do you fight the sea itself?

Surely, as the young champion was battered and dragged and stretched and strained, the thought must have crossed his mind. Hardship tended to have that effect on the youth, to make certain thoughts cross their mind when nothing else could. 

Hardship leads to such thoughts and such thoughts lead to truths and thus wisdom is grown. 

It was never about fighting the sea, never about conquering the sea. The effort is about fighting one's self, against fighting the legacy of all that had come before, all that had themselves fought the sea in the months and years prior. 

Perhaps, once upon a time, the sea itself had battles of its own to fight. The point was to measure one's self against all that came before through effort and determination. The sea was the crucible, not the opponent. The opponent was one's self. 

Yet, the sea threatened to drag him down, his arm stretched, his throat constricted. But now, realization in hand, the young champion knew what he had to do. He hung on to the waters and pulled himself up, dropping them down around him. 

And that's just about when Karl Greco-Malenko had enough of this shit. He's 56 years old. Bosby was born in 2004. His career was basically over before this kid was even born! Yeah, he was fluid as hell. Yeah, he was toned. Yeah, he could take a fall and escape a hold, take a lot and escape almost all of them, but this was getting old, and he knew a thing or two about old.

So he wrapped the lace of boot around Bosby's throat and went for another triangle choke. Time to punch out, say good game, and ice up. Yellow cards? Red cards? Ref can't call what ref can't see. Wisdom. 

Bosby, suddenly realizing that it wasn't the sea at all, just a cantankerous bastard of a warhorse who'd seen it all and done it all, and was about to do it to him as well, lifted up again. This time, he wasn't going to let the sea splash away. Instead, he put his knee down, a surface hard as hell, and power bombed Greco-Malenko down on it. A crash instead of a splat.

But Bosby wasn't just some young champion. He was the new King of Tennessee and feeling his moment, he harkened back to the generations before and dropped his straps. Dropped his straps and walked right into one last wave, a kick to the skull. Greco-Malenko wrapped him back up, shifted his grip from chin to throat, and ended the match. 

Maybe Bosby would have tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, all the tomorrows he wanted, until he, just like everyone else, ran out of them, but today was over. 

The young champion had faced down the sea itself and survived to tell the tale. A tale worth telling.  

And the old warhorse? He was more like the rushing stampede of a herd of waves crashing over waters that by all rights should have been calm. Challenges accepted, challenges made. He has some tomorrows left ahead of him too.

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Graduation Day: The Education of William Peter Charles Ospreay (AEW Five Fingers of Death (and Friends) 7/27 - 8/2)

AEW Collision 7/30/26

Daniel Garcia vs Will Ospreay

MD: I was not a fan of the Ospreay/Mox vs Bucks tag. 

Put the bit with the 450 in the finishing stretch aside. Put even some of the over the top character beats down the stretch aside. There was a moment early on where Ospreay and a Buck crashed into one another and did a double down. Let's also put aside whether or not that spot worked (I lean slightly towards no because while you want an exception now and again to jolt people, there's a fine line between exceptional and implausible within the confines of what people have seen; doesn't matter though). It's the aftermath that frustrated me. 

They were teasing a Jackson concussion. Mox obviously wanted Ospreay to press the offense. Ospreay was hesitant. It was a microcosm to the story overall. Had Will gone to dark places in his recovery? Did he buy into the Death Riders ethos? Were the Death Riders even that bad? Did Mox have a point? Was Mox setting him up for a betrayal? Would Ospreay lose himself in order to gain the world championship? 

That's the story right? So when Ospreay gives into peer pressure and hits a dive on said Jackson, taking advantage of his potential concussion, that's a negative moment. It has to be. The fans should have responded negatively. The guy they like did an objectively morally bad thing because he was pushed into it. That had to be one of the straws breaking the back, that sets up things later in the match with Ospreay having dissention with Mox and the Death Rider mentality, and later in the night, when Ospreay refuses to bag Omega and makes the save on him instead (only for Omega to then turn on him). 

Big emotional moment. Important moment. It has to hit.

Ospreay, obviously conflicted, yet ultimately led awry, goes for the dive. He gives in to peer pressure. He gives into Mox. He acts like a Death Rider. Will he cross a line and never look back? What is the state of his immortal soul?

And the fans?

The fans start singing his name in elation because he hit a dive and they sure do like it when Will Ospreay hits dives. 

You realize how thoroughly the story is failing for that to be the outcome? It doesn't matter how strong Jackson's selling was or how conflicted Ospreay made himself seem or how charismatic Mox was or how nice the dive was (or even that they were in Montreal). It failed. That moment, a key moment for the entire story, failed. Utterly.

This matters, right? It has to matter. Obviously it doesn't matter to some people, but that makes them part of the problem and part of how we got here in the first place.

But life goes on, the story charges forward. 

And that brings us to Collision and a chance to course correct and hammer home the themes. It's only to set up the biggest match of the year at the biggest show of the year, something to set the direction for the company for months. No pressure, right?

Mox is on commentary.

Mox is always compelling on commentary, always entertaining. The problem, of course, is that Mox's own story is clear as mud. He's the emperor with no clothes but the entire world doesn't care that he walks around naked, because there are no consequences and nothing matters. Pro wrestling is no longer a morality play. It's romper room. Mox wins. Mox is cool. The Death Riders stand with him. The fans go along with it. Why would they boo Ospreay for doing a morally bad thing? That's how it feels way too often.

On some level, it benefits Moxley (kayfabe) to foster such an environment, and you can hear him spew his bs on commentary. Oh, he still likes Ospreay. Oh, Ospreay trained hard with the Death Riders. This will be a nice friendly match between two sparring partners. It's all just business as usual. Just pro wrestling. None of it really matters. It's personal, but between brothers. 

It would be great delusional cult of personality bullshit, honestly, if Mox was ever going to pay for it, if it was presented as him trying to pull the wool over the world.

Traditionally, you'd have commentators who would constantly point that out. Imagine Mox trying to pull this bs with Lance Russell? You'd have babyfaces who could speak to it. Imagine Dusty Rhodes cutting through this. Instead, they joke about Tony Schiavone's wife beating him up. Everyone wants to be Mox's pal. Great.

Okay, so that's the Redemption tag and Mox on commentary.

What does this leave us with?

It leaves us with Daniel Garcia. 

And that is a massive relief, because Daniel Garcia can do his job. Daniel Garcia delivers. Daniel Garcia almost never strays from true north. Those times that he does? It's almost certainly because of pressure from above. They're few and far between though (and mostly involve multiple superplexes in a row). 

The job isn't to wake up Friday morning and count stars. It's not. That's the horse chasing the cart. It's not to work matches around a checklist specifically set up to get those stars. It's not celebrating once you got them, not when other things don't work, like, you know, the biggest emotional beat in a key match? 

The job is to work people, to make them feel, to get them to a specifical emotional point, to build pressure and then take them over the top. It's not to put smiles on faces. It's not to get them chanting "This is awesome." It's also not somehow saying that the wrestling itself doesn't matter. The wrestling itself is the point, but the goal of the wrestling is to move people emotionally. That happens through selling, and timing, patience and framing, and ultimately execution. It happens through getting people to buy what you're selling, but you need a clear vision of exactly what that is. 

And yeah, like I said, Daniel Garcia can do the job. He may not pass the airport test. He may not do the biggest spots. He may not end up in all the gifs (though the gifs he does end up in are almost all great; you just have to dig a little deeper to find them). He may not even get the pop when his music hits. But as the match goes on, he gets the crowd. He hooks them. He's more over on the way out than he was on the way in.

And whatever he was trying to accomplish in the match gets accomplished.

So then, the match.

Mox is full of shit, but it's up to Garcia (the character) to buy into that shit and give it his own spin. Maybe they were going to stab Ospreay in the back. Maybe they weren't. Maybe Garcia resented him because the fans never left Will when they had left Danny back when all he wanted to do was to restore the feeling. Maybe Garcia felt kinship anyway. Maybe Garcia liked the idea that Will was the "young boy" and not him anymore. Maybe Garcia feels betrayed that Ospreay gave back his patch. 

Maybe a lot of things. They all make Garcia's performance compelling. That said, Daniel Garcia (the wrestler) had a job to do. That job was to put over how far Ospreay had come, put over the fact that he as a different wrestler than before his injury, different from when he had just come back from it. He had to present clear lines that differentiated Ospreay from the Death Riders. He had to put forth the idea that Ospreay was not just a star, but the star, not just a wrestler, but the wrestler, not just a champion, but the champion that can carry the company forward. 

Ospreay hadn't quite landed that on his own. He had good individual moments, such as when he finally took Brooks out after Brooks played upon his remaining good nature. But that was still mid-stream in the story. Ospreay was still conflicted. He had to be past that now. He had to be fully focused, fully driven, an ace. 

And it was up to Garcia to provide the contrast to let Ospreay show it to the world.

Garcia and Mox can be mud. Ospreay has to be crystal clear. 

So Garcia started things by muddying the water. He talked a big game. His hands flew all over the place, full of attitude. He wanted the "young boy." It was "graduation day." 

And then, as Ospreay charged in, Garcia dove right out of the ring. Dissonance. The greatest tool of a pro wrestling heel. Get people thinking and feeling one way, that the world itself should be one way, and snatch the rug out from underneath them. Garcia wanted this fight and now he was running away. 

He was goading Ospreay (treating him like a twelve year old). And Ospreay gave chase, because of course he did. The Detroit fans booed, jeered, and then, when Ospreay caught on and caught Garcia, let out their pent up frustration with big cheers as Ospreay did the same with big shots. Garcia kept his cool in the face of the onslaught though and snuck in a throat shot. It didn't do him much good though. In a fair fight, no one can stop Will Ospreay. That's the point.

No one, except for maybe Will Ospreay himself. That's also the point.

Ospreay here flexed his greatest strength as a pro wrestler. It's not the athleticism, though that's a close second. It's the bull-in-a-china shop charisma. It's weaponizing that (potentially charming) 12-year old mentality to connect with the crowd. He brought Garcia over to a young fan and whacked him before high fiving the fan. On the outside, when he slipped off the guardrail (planned or not), he steadied himself with another fan' shoulder and gave him the biggest, most endearing grin.

That's when Garcia caught him, dangled him over the rail, and dropped him on his head. Ospreay's weakness is his the same as his strength, his personality. That is compelling fiction. A minor plot-related vulnerability to help rationalize his opponents not getting totally swept under is his neck. The two are very different and it's important to keep that in mind.

Garcia went in hard on the neck. Ospreay was ready for that though (this matters), so Garcia went in to the leg. This was a different Ospreay, though, and it was important to show that, so increasingly, Ospreay had counters, not ones that were just bounding and adrenaline rushes, but little bits of wrestling as well. For maybe the first time in this entire journey, Ospreay felt like a different wrestler, a more seasoned one, one that could carry a company. That had been the point of all of this and it was finally starting to come out in the actual wrestling. 

Garcia wasn't going to make it easy for him though. There were counters to counters. They didn't feel overwrought and needlessly flashy like you'd usually see (for instance, from the classic Ospreay vs Ricochet footage). This was close up magic, holds hung on to, body control kept, Garcia being a monkey and refusing to let go. The flash was additive, a magician's trick to get you to look at one hand when the other was doing the work. The flash was a means and not the end. A different world. A different Ospreay, one that was grounded in what the wrestlers were both trying to accomplish and not just what might look cool in the moment. 

Means and ends. That's the thing that's been missing, and it took Garcia to drag it out of him. Because Daniel Garcia is damn good at his job.

He's good at the emotional bits too.

By the end of the match it was clear that in Garcia was wrestling a different Ospreay, that Will had taken on the lessons and decided upon his own truths, that he had graduated. Even though Garcia had an answer of his own to every answer Ospreay provided to Garcia's questions, the fact that Ospreay had answers in the first place, adult answers, not just twelve-year old ones, meant that Garcia seemingly broke first. He started laying shots in, started berating Ospreay. Ospreay stood up and clocked him. Just like that. Garcia thought he was luring Ospreay in, just as he had tried early in the match, and caught him in a choke, but Ospreay calmly dropped his elbow pad, flipped back over, and hit the hidden blade.

For the first time since this story started, we have a truly different Will Ospreay on our hands. Post-match, the Death Riders left ringside, leaving him for dead as the Don Callis Family attacked, but this was a different Will Ospreay, one that could stand on his own, that could make his own save, and he did so, standing triumphant in the ring as the show closed, beating the odds, an ace.

What remains to be seen is how much that different Will Ospreay that we saw here was due to Ospreay finally growing into his role in the way the company so desperately needs and how much was simply due to Daniel Garcia being so damn good at his job.

We'll all know soon enough.

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Found Footage Friday: WAR GAMES~! DUSTIN~! GOLDUST~! CW~! BUNDY~! CORINO~! A BALDWIN BROTHER~! HOGAN~!

Hulk Hogan vs. King Kong Bundy WWF 1/20/86

MD: Lost Minneapolis house show footage from the Vault. We get glimpses of Harts vs Bees and the full Bundy vs Hogan match, including Heenan laying into a very familiar crowd. "You know, you people..." It's about thirty words and it's perfect. Hogan's out with the bandana in his mouth. That's the era we're in.

Interesting structure here as Bundy attacked Hogan first with the bandana and then with the belt with some pretty nasty shots before the bell. Hogan hulked up early, hit the axe bomber, and tossed Bundy out, nailing him with a chair. Bundy came back with an avalanche for the transition. I don't usually think of that of a transition move but it worked here. Then Hogan had to fight from underneath. He hulked up again, did more brawling on the floor (at some point Bundy started bleeding), hit the legdrop and actually pulled him up at two so Heenan could interfere and they could keep the feud going. 

Post match, Heenan held Hogan's leg so Bundy could hit the splashes and Steamboat made the save with the most over the top kung fu poses possible. He took his shoe off as a weapon. Heenan came back with HIS boot off, and Hogan got to make the save on the guy making the save for him before they both posed. We only have so much of the Hogan/Steamboat pairing but it is a lot of fun, especially post-match when Hogan cut a backstage promo about the energy of the universe and the ninja showing him the dark side while Steamboat made funny noises. 

ER: I'm glad they gave us a couple minutes of Hart Foundation/Killer Bees even if the most revelatory thing about it was how fucking cool beard Jim Brunzell looks in HD. Bearded Brunzell looks like a tanned stud who would beat James Brolin's ass and replace him on Hotel without anybody saying shit. He usually looks like an orthodontist. It also offers us some long crowd shots, beautiful crowd shots that offer us people we've never seen, a deep range of winter Minnesotans with great tight fitting 50/50 blend t-shirts no matter the body side, and a pornographic amount of snap front caps. 

The main was real good, a violent brawl in front of an off route arena crowd. One of the best things about any newly released WWE Vault match has been the sound quality. The sound is incredible on those Omni shows, and it makes house shows pop like the hottest 80s territory wrestling. The ways the sound highlights what's happening in the ring adds to every strike and every weapon crash. Bundy fucking murders Hogan with an early match belt shot, stripping it from his waist and swinging it as hard as he could at the back of Hogan's neck. It sounded like a Hogan getting brained with a slapjack. Beyond Bundy hitting a 1999 level weapon shot, he had a lot of really impressive worked offense. It's one thing for Bret to pull his weight and never hurt anyone on his elbowdrop, but Bundy has so much more weight to pull. He protects Hogan on everything - smart time to tighten up your work and secure the biggest monthly paydays of your life - but all of it looks really great. Precise worked kneedrops always amaze me, the distribution of weight that goes into the best of them. Bundy's is so tight that I'd love to see footage of him testing it out on and not breaking eggs. Is Yokozuna's legdrop our Fattest great worked "drop"? 

I was surprised when the legdrop came so early and exclaimed aloud when Hogan pulled him up at 2 and started punching him. But I appreciate that Hogan's two best punches were thrown at Heenan standing on the apron, short targeted staccato rights to Heenan's forehead before Bundy pulled him off and Heenan held Hogan's legs down for the splash. Even with Tito and Steamboat on the card I'm sure nobody else sold two punches better than Heenan sold Hogan's two. 

WAR GAMES! Team JBL (CW Anderson/Elix Skipper/Hernandez/Homicide/Steve Corino) (w/John Bradshaw Layfield) vs. Team Slaughter (Dustin Rhodes/Kirby Mack/Rick Steiner/Scott Steiner/TJ Mack) (w/Sgt. Slaughter) Sadler UWF 9/21/07

MD: Speaking of things we've somehow never covered. The KrisPLettuce Patreon got its hands on all these Sadler UWF shows. Certainly worth a look. This has Slaughter out to Born in the USA which is not something I remember him coming out to often. Hebner does the coin toss and jaws with the fans about Bret. The one liners between Slaughter and JBL are not great. Obviously JBL wins. Someone in the crowd shouts out "the heel always wins" long before the toss. Best not to overthink it. 

This is honestly a pretty good Indie War Games. You start with Dustin and CW Anderson for the five minute period, playing up Dusty and Arn in the classic, obviously. Dustin is in the midst of his Black Reign gimmick at his heaviest but he's going to be in there for 25+ and damn it if he doesn't make a showing of it. People point to this as a disqualifying period and this match certainly seems like a counterargument to that.  They worked a nice little mini-match here with CW feeding for Dustin's strikes (all looked great) and Dustin running into the spinebuster, having to fight his way back. 

Just when he had things under control, it was Corino's time to come in, and they worked a comedy spot or two before taking over. In general, I thought the balance was really good with this one. You had a lot of unique elements, like Hernandez who could just come in and throw people around or Rick Steiner who in his mid-40s could make a believable impact without seeming overly gimmicky (Scott was a bit more so). The Macks were quite adept at getting thrown around. And there was novelty in having Homicide in there teaming with Corino or facing off against Dustin. Skipper was the only guy who felt a little out of place to me. 

It was ultimately pretty chaotic and hard to follow at times, as you'd expect, but that had its own wealth of riches, like looking away from one side of the ring only to see Dustin slamming Corino's head between the rings like a plunger over and over. Finish was silly, with JBL and Slaughter getting involved, even if they did cover it with a simultaneous submission, and it never quite went as bloody as you might have wanted, but overall, it was a pretty well put together War Games with a lot of talent interacting in interesting and unique ways. 

ER: We were all so convinced that we had already covered this match that we had multiple text threads across multiple apps trying to figure out why we hadn't already covered it. I assumed Phil had already covered every single War Games match, but somehow this is THE ONE WAR GAMES that has not been written about by any Segunda Caida member. When Dustin watched our DEAN~! 2 show with us, I wish I had known about this match when the discussion turned to what our favorite War Games matches were. He was obviously proud of his daddy's match concept and was in three straight years of them. I had no clue he was ever in a non-WCW War Games, or that it was one of the three best War Games he'd been involved in. 

Before Slaughter and JBL do the coin toss, some "smart" fan yells out that "the heel always wins the coin toss". Yeah smart guy, you showed 'em all. Nobody wants to see a fucking War Games where the babyfaces have a constant advantage, but there will always be wrestling fans who think they cracked the code about how basic storytelling works. It's like how my dad will turn to my mom and say "Told ya" when a TV/movie character who is clearly the bad guy turns out to be a bad guy. Some people will always seek mysteries to solve while others have long moved past the need to search for mysteries than never pretended to be mysterious. 

I typically hate modern applications of "lore" but I love that this match started with Rhodes and Anderson. It's the best possible throwback to the original classic but also two guys who make logical sense to start a War Games and be in the entire match. I love that heel CW has a manager who needs to be pushed in a wheelchair. This is clearly not a heel manager faking injury that will lead to his chair being tipped over, our heel enforcer just has an actual invalid as a manager and that will sadly never present us with a difficult "wouldn't hit someone with glasses" scenario. Anyway, the whole War Games is shockingly good. I knew the floor would be high just from seeing half of the people involved, but it hit a high note in the first five minutes and I thought maintained that level through all new entries. Some entries were less than others: Rick Steiner accidentally got in the middle of other people's sequences 3x more often than he actively did anything, Kirby Mack looks like the clear worst of the Mack brothers, and Elix Skipper does a couple moves so convoluted that nobody - including Brad Stutts on commentary - could have guessed that it was actual offense he was delivering rather than taking. 

Everyone else though? Everyone else showed up. CW lights Dustin up with elbows during their 5 minutes and goes on to work smart sequences with everyone all match, great at taking TJ's offense, great at stooging when necessary. Dustin works insanely hard all match. I remember watching the Black Reign era and always thinking there were occasional glimpses of Dustin in there but assumed they put him in super short matches because he could no longer go. Nope. Here he is smack dab in the middle of Black Reign and he's breaking out offense I've never otherwise seen from him. He comes off the top rope multiple time, with diving elbow attacks and I can't recall any time past age 25 when Dustin even went to the top rope. TJ Mack is a Hardys trainee but wrestles like a Marufuji acolyte. The thing is he does Marufuji spots with more snap and sounder physics, like the Billy Kidman of Marufujis. He's great at being the guy every heel goes straight after when they enter the match. Homicide murders him with a quick series of strikes and suplexes, Hernandez comes in and press slams him from one ring to the other, he takes a Border Toss from one ring to the other, I'm kind of shocked he wasn't the one to take the Clothesline from Hell. 

There wasn't going to be blood, but the action was strong and the energy level being kept high the whole time elevated things. I expected a lot more lying around time, but these men were here to work. Far exceeded expectations, fits in nicely within the War Games pantheon. I don't think WWE has done one better. 

Goldust vs. Dean (Shark Boy) Baldwin Tribute Championship Wrestling 3/2/13

MD: Somehow this escaped our gaze for years and years, but better late than never. Dean Baldwin is Shark Boy... with a Baldwin brother gimmick, including someone from "hollywood" hyping him up and three valets and a tracksuit. There is a fake Shark Boy as the ref. Dustin is Goldust in between runs. A scene has been set for you.

This was, unsurprisingly, a ton of fun. Match was straightforward. Baldwin would run spots with Goldust, running into a shoulder block or arm drags, then head out to complain and stall and whine. Goldust eventually went out after him. He got over with a banana peel and stayed over with cheapshots even though Dustin did pretty well with his comebacks. He was working this crowd hard, skidding his feet on a backslide or really kicking the leg to get the fans going for a chinlock, just working huge for the back row even though he was also working small from underneath given that Baldwin was tiny compared to him.  

He hit a bunch of his signature stuff on the comeback but it came to the ref losing the mask (beats me who it was) to hit the stunner setting up the final reckoning. Post match they did all the bs you'd want: the shattered dreams, a kid posing with dustin and the ref (re-masked), the valets leaving with Dustin, Baldwin throwing a tantrum, Dustin paying attention to every individual kid in the place. No idea how we'd never seen this one before.

ER: Dean Baldwin looks more like an unsuccessful Jamie Kennedy brother than an unsuccessful Baldwin brother, but he perfectly understands what it's like to be a phony Hollywood douchebag. Coming out to Weezer's "Beverly Hills", a song so bad that it might be the only song that has ever made me spit out my drink the first time I heard it. We got it into our college radio station one Friday afternoon, threw on track one, and I don't think any of us could have possibly expected music this putrid. I sprayed my water out in a fine mist. Had "We Are All on Drugs" been track 1, I may have choked to death. 

This was several months before Goldust was triumphantly brought back to WWE, on his comeback trail to show he was in shape and ready to have TV classics again. In 2013 he was healed up, trimmed up, tapping back into the things that always made him a great babyface. This is pure indy wrestling, a former star on the mend or on the spiral, working in a middle school gym in a small Midwest village that's close enough to major civilization. This is was indy wrestling always was before the 2001 boom, gymnasium shows giving people a chance to see someone that had been on TV for years, filled with kids who likely have no idea who the big TV star even was. Knowledge or no, everyone recognizes Goldust's effective babyface beats, and he works hard to remain underdog and make the smaller Baldwin seem like someone who could control. 

While I would have preferred seeing him work someone with size, like Daniel Baldwin, I thought Dean's punches played as great heel punches (helps when you have a babyface this good at reacting to punches) and Goldust knew how to bump to make him more effective. My favorite Goldust bump was the way he took Baldwin's kitchen sink knee, tumbling painfully and leaning into the bottom rope as he came up holding his stomach. My favorite part was the early match magic show, where Goldust punched and slapped Baldwin around ringside, letting all the kids see up close and personal how good he was smacking this guy around. I can only imagine how much I would have lost my mind if my middle school's gym ever hosted a wrestling show, and Goldust knew exactly how that must have felt. 

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80s Joshi on Wednesday: Nagayo! Lioness!

Volume 4  

6. Mimi Hagiwara Sings "Sexy in The Night" - 1/4/83

K: It’s January 4th, and you know what that means! Well, if you don’t, it means it’s the first show of the New Year. AJW would run Korakuen Hall every year (usually the 4th, sometimes 3rd or 5th) with some big matches to start the year strong.

There’s an interesting section in the intro where Announcer Shiono advertises wrestler try-outs. There’s a graphic on screen detailing where to send your resume to, noting that applicants must be aged 15-18 and be at least 165cm tall. It might not seem that odd now, but in 1983 wrestling was still a mostly closed business. Most people got in because they already knew someone in the business. It’s pretty rare that random fans just turned up saying ‘hey I wanna be a wrestler’ and got trained if they passed an audition, but that was the norm in AJW.

MD: They’re playing this up as a “singing duel” between Mimi and Devil, as Devil has a new song too, and I wonder if this aspect isn’t a little lost even in the set. I do get the idol culture and we’ve seen elements of this throughout but I wish I could get into a fan’s head and figure out how all this all synced together. Was it like watching an episode of JEM and the Holograms from the 80s but with fight scenes? Were they wrestlers who happened to sing or singers who happened to wrestle? Did they have a rich, full life in the minds of the fans where they were just competing at everything? Were they having craft fairs and baking contests and boat races and prank competitions on the side and people only happened to see the wrestling and the singing? How did all of this make sense to people? As an aside, this show also had Nancy Kumi’s retirement match so another stalwart is gone. 

7. Chigusa Nagayo vs. Lioness Asuka (AJW Title) - 1/4/83

K: If you watch this in vacuum it might not feel particularly noteworthy, but this is a famous match that apparently changed wrestling history. It’s the first match featuring the future Crush Gals to be featured in the semi-fictionalised ‘Queen of Villains’ Netflix show, which obviously used the real match as a template. 

The non-kayfabe story going into this is Chigusa felt her wrestling career was going nowhere and had told other wrestlers backstage that she was going to quit after this match. Her performance displayed all the reckless abandon of someone not concerned about damaging her body too much to perform adequately the next day. Maybe a bit of her frustration can be felt in the force she puts behind her spinning kicks. The way she wrestled that day backfired on her ‘retirement’ plans however, as when she went to Kunimatsu Matsumoto’s office to tell him she was quitting, before she got round to that he showered her with praise for her performance and told her she should try and wrestle like that permanently. Somewhere in that conversation Chigusa changed her mind and didn’t mention that she wanted to quit. Turns out her wrestling career was going somewhere after all.

It’s hard for me to review this without seeing everything through those lens. Still, I think without knowing all that, I’d still think this was the best singles match in either woman’s career to date. Right after the announcer lists all the matches Chigusa recently lost, she shows her new angry jealous heel attitude by trying to storm Asuka before the belt and snatch the belt off her. That she fails to get it actually works, because she’s just not good enough to beat Asuka at anything, it’s that feeling of failure which is driving her emotions.

The opening strike exchange salvo is really good. Asuka throws harder and appears to be winning already after a couple of hands get thrown. Rather than no-sell/try to look tough, or just backing down, instead Chigusa covers up and tries to go for some kind of takedown. It looks both like she can’t handle Asuka’s strikes but also that she’s going for a counter.

After a hot start, they never really relent. There’s slower sections of course, we get the customary legwork section, but there’s such energy and aggression behind it from both women that it doesn’t feel like a cooldown at all. They just keep on fighting, that Asuka looks like she’s going to win for almost the whole match doesn’t stop them from behaving like things are neck and neck. Their pin attempts are very tight and we get a AJW-special kickout before even a count of 1. Get those shoulders off the mat! Now! Don’t wait till 2…

They’re relatively limited in moveset here but that doesn’t stop them from pulling off a memorable finish. Asuka gets Chigusa up for a backdrop, but this time drops her right on her head. She follows up with a Samoan Drop like move to get the win and retain the belt.

***1/2

MD: Bit of a weird one. Kadaveri explained to me that Chigusa had gotten frustrated at a losing streak and went heel, but this was not in the least a showcase for her, except for maybe her selling (more on that in a second). Asuka came in with the belt and the intensity early for the pre-Crush Gals pre-exploding was great. They just really swung at each other to start, a chaotic feel. I did get the sense that Asuka was the aggressor. It made sense that Asuka got the early advantage and she had a lot of “stuff” here, including a nice torture rack drop and this great over the shoulder arm submission where she spun around with it. 

Chigusa took over with an absolutely brutal bridging toehold, and truly that was just about her only real offense in the match, that and the subsequent beating on the leg. Asuka came back with a figure-four. That revealed Chigusa’s super power. She was the one-eyed woman in the land of the blind when it came to extended selling. It wasn’t even THAT extended but she sold the leg as she came back just a little (having dodged a move). It wasn’t much but it was appreciated in a sea of everyone just dropping lengthy limbwork to move on to the next thing.

Finish had Asuka hit another torture rack slam and a giant swing en route to pressing the arms despite Chigusa’s best efforts. I didn’t have any real sense that the fans wanted to boo her here, but this was spirited at time. I just thought Chigusa should have taken a lot more of it.

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The Possibilities of the Now: Liiza Hall vs Hazuki

PRODUCE: PRODUIT 7/26/26

Liiza Hall vs Hazuki

MD: Pro wrestling is interactive and no pro wrestling is more interactive than indie wrestling. 

That's not just true for people watching in tightly packed, close-up rooms either. It's true for us as viewers at home. You don't just consume pro wrestling. You engage with it. That's doubly true for indie wrestling. 

It's not just closer to the fans there live. It's closer to all of us. There's less polish, less distance, less over-production. It's more natural, more organic, less about glitz, glamour, and artificial spectacle and more about passion, showmanship, and human spectacle created entirely by the wrestlers plying their trade. It's more a conversation.

WWE isn't going to challenge your priors. It tries to drown them out in slop and noise, rewriting history and presenting a twisted insubstantial alternative to reality that it needs you to buy into without doubt or hesitation. Without thought. AEW's better along these lines, but it still goes out of its way to reinforce your priors, giving you what you want, even if it's often not what you need.

Indie wrestling is out there trying to figure it all out with you. Sometimes it works out for the best. Sometimes it doesn't. But that risk, that effort, that triumph and frustration is half the joy, half of what reminds you that you're alive while you're watching it.

I had priors coming into this, not a ton, but some. I think Hall did too. I think the PRODUCE as a whole did. Hall had been presented a certain way leading up to this show. PRODUCE may not flood your senses and try to shut off your brain like WWE does, but it certainly works to establish the wrestlers and the fights ahead of time, encourages them tell their own stories in their own way. In my eyes, Hall came out to the ring with a certain expectation clearly expressed through her reaction to the crowd and subsequent bemusement when the crowd didn't want to love her back. 

She's Canadian. She works hard. She fights hard. This was Canada. Except for it wasn't. It was Quebec, and she doesn't have a big history with the province. Hazuki was more the attraction, someone that this crowd might have felt like they'd never get a chance to see live. 

Either way, whether this was the plan all along or whether Hall shifted in the moment, it's a testament to her that she landed where she did and a testament to indie wrestling that it has that sort of flexibility to be agile, to turn on a dime, to live in the moment, to face the human reality before it and adapt to take advantage of all the possibilities of the now. 

I came in thinking that Hall would have a chip on her shoulder after her loss to Billie Starkz, sure, that she would meet the opportunity for what it was, that this would be spirited and technical and hard hitting, and that eventually it would boil over into something mean. 

But I didn't think it would start that way, that the chip would split into a fissure before the bell and any sportsmanship or good will that Hall might came in with would fizzle away in the face of a crowd that had a very clear preference for Hazuki. 

I didn't think Hall would be trying to distract the ref so she could pry at fingers just a few minutes into the match or that Hazuki would have to channel her fire to fight from underneath from the get go because Hall had every intention of using her superior size and reach to bully her around. Maybe it all cost Hall in the end. She took that yellow card with panache but she simply couldn't keep Hazuki down. Maybe she was thrown by the crowd. Maybe the strength that resentment fueled in her wasn't pure and potent enough to get the job done. Maybe she couldn't get out of her own way. 

But that's why we watch, isn't it? That's what makes pro wrestling, and indie wrestling especially, interesting as an art form. It's not enough to just see a bunch of spots and yell This is Awesome. That's just being fed candy. It's fun once or twice but eventually, you get sick to your stomach. Sometimes you want something that's real, that hits at odd angles, that comes together a little off center, not polished and perfect, but with just enough dirt and grit. Sometimes it doesn't even come together at all, but the parts that hit still hit you in ways you didn't expect, ways that have value, that make you engage and strain and grow instead of just being another picture perfect spotfest for you to consume.

So maybe, just maybe, this crowd and this match gave Hall something she wasn't expecting, and because of that, they gave me something I wasn't expecting too. If you go and watch this now, you might have a completely different reaction. Maybe it'll even be my fault for priming you a certain way. But that's fine, that's good. Wrestling is art and art is subjective and the journey matters a hell of a lot more than the destination.  

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AEW Five Fingers of Death 7/20 - 7/26

AEW Dynamite 7/22/26

Darby Allin vs Kevin Knight

MD: So who then is Kevin Knight?

For the first couple of minutes of this match, it actually doesn't matter, because this one begins as Darby Allin's story.

What do we know coming in? Kevin Knight inadvertently injured Darby Allin in the Continental Classic and took him out of the running. Darby successfully defended the World Title against Knight, who subsequently won the TNT Title, a title associated with Darby. After Darby lost the World Title back to MJF, Knight came out and turned on him. Knight then joined the Don Callis Family and has broken the record for most TNT defenses (not a particularly impressive record because the title tends to get hot potatoed; it's fine as that's its purpose, but it feels a bit like a false claim, in this case helping matters). Darby's recently came back for revenge. And finally, Knight claimed to want to beat Allin in a wrestling match, no interference, just to prove he's better.

You'd have to look back at their previous encounters, but given the hierarchy at play, I imagine Darby's entered second for most of them. Here Knight, the champion, entered second. He made his way down to the ring, posing, preening, full of confidence (more on that in a minute). That made him a target for a Darby Allin seeking revenge. Darby's the sort of wrestler that'll go to the top of Everest and envision jumping off it onto your head if you've done him wrong. 

That's basically what he did here, using his body as a battering ram multiple times. At one point, he pulled the protective top cover off the corner of the ring to flatten out the space so he could jump off of it onto a Knight draped over the guardrail. 

So, yes, it didn't really matter who Knight was or what he wanted at the start of the match. He was a target, completely without agency. 

But of course, Darby's fury has a cost. One too many crashes. One too many landings. He started limping. That let Knight get some distance. It let him go to the eyes. One might argue that what Darby had done here wasn't proper for a "good, honest wrestling match" but that doesn't hold up in 2026. Is it really a sneak attack when you see Darby coming? 

Going to the eyes though? Shoving Darby off the ramp so that he lands groin first on the guardrail? 

Well, maybe it was tit for tat. Maybe. Regardless, it was certainly Knight exacting his agency. And it means that it's at least half his story once again. 

So that brings us back to the start.

Who is Kevin Knight?

He's a heel. But he's a complex heel. He's a multi-dimensional heel. He's an effective heel. 

Most of all, he's a vulnerable heel.

He claims to have attacked Darby because he couldn't get the job done. Out of frustration. It wasn't about Darby, though. It wasn't about Max being champion. It wasn't even about Knight himself losing to both Max and Darby in title matches. 

It was about the ticking clock, the Sword of Damocles over his head. 

Kevin Knight is 29. His former partner, Speedball Mike Bailey, is 36. Bailey lost years trapped behind the Canadian border due to visa issues. Were it not for that, Bailey might have been the world champion years ago. Darby himself is 33. He was in AEW from the start and only now won the World Title. Years and years of working his way up. MJF is 30 now but he won his first world title three and a half years ago. 

Knight is athletic, dynamic, but he crashes and burns every match, much like Darby, even without some of the reckless intent. He watched Darby hold the title for one lone month before MJF won it back.

So why did Kevin Knight attack Darby Allin?

For the same reason the greatest, most human heels do anything. 

He was afraid.

He was afraid of it all slipping away, of time getting away from him, of losing his opportunity, of not seizing on the moment now so that when he did have his time, it'd be far too late. Like Darby. Or maybe it'd never come at all. Like Speedball. 

He didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to do something. So he did something desperate. Once he acted, there was no going back. Speedball offered forgiveness, but what would forgiveness get him? Forgiveness would be admitting he was wrong, admitting he was afraid, admitting he was lost. He'd be back where he started, worse off for the effort.

Once you stray from the path, it gets easier and easier to stray again. One bad choice leads to another and another and another. It's sunk cost fallacy. It's guilt. If there's a good man somewhere inside Kevin Knight, that man is refusing to look in the mirror, refusing to admit the truth. All he can do instead is keep digging deeper, keep hiding behind false confidence and swagger. And so long as he keeps winning, he'll get away with it too.

So yes, Knight went to the eyes, crotched Darby, and catapulted him into the ringsteps, opening him up. It's not crochet. It's pro wrestling. Darby came back, hitting a code red off the top followed by another one, slamming Knight's head into the steps, grinding his hand in the exposed corner cavity. They crashed into one another and then, after an attempt at a Scorpion Death Drop, the ref went down. 

Knight had claimed to want a fair, honest fight. He claims a lot of things. He believes a lot of things, right up until the point he is challenged by life. That's the problem with a foundation of lies, lies to yourself, to the world. They don't stand up under pressure.

Knight's resolve broke. He went for the belt to wield it as a weapon. Darby dodged it, and then, with Knight's legs flailing in fear, Darby dropped him with the Death Drop. For a moment, Darby looked to use the belt himself, but that might have brought him victory, reclaimed him his title, but it wouldn't have brought him satisfaction. Darby understood that because he was at peace with himself, a peace that Knight is nowhere near anymore. Darby mounted the ropes for the Coffin Drop. Knight recovered quickly enough to nail him with the belt. 

And he hit the same spectacular coast-to-coast dropkick that injured Darby during the C2 and stole the win. That belt shot may have appeared to have gained him everything in the moment, but it only dug his hole deeper. 

Months ago, with a heart full of fear, Kevin Knight made his choice. Once made, the only path forward was to go deeper. Into the Don Callis Family. To become the most successful TNT champion ever. And yes, all the way to his first PPV main event. 

The path can lead nowhere good. The path can lean to nothing but the same sort of inevitable destruction that Knight had been running from in the first place. 

But in the hands of a talent who's willing to be vulnerable, who's willing to commit, it sure does make for a hell of a story, doesn't it?

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Found Footage Friday: 1990 FMW~!

FMW 3/10/90

Kumiko Matsuda vs. Crusher Maedomari 

MD: Crusher isn't Crusher yet. This was pre-show and you could tell they were working things out, but they had good aggression, Matsuda with strikes and Maedomari with throws and holds. Lots of shoot pin escapes. Matsuda could be pretty relentless with the kicks and knees. At one point, they had a funny bit where she missed on a spin kick in the corner and got the ref. Maedomari wanted in on the fun and turned to nail the ref too. It was funny but added to the sense of wild aggression from these two. Matsuda finally got a series of dropkick in the corner which let her hit a double underhook suplex and follow with a jackknife pin for the win. This was rough around the edges but had good energy for what FMW was trying to be at this point, which was definitely a little bit of everything.

ER: Strong Opener, great energy. Matsuda does her leveraged throws and kicks with intent and can believably back Maedomari up with palm strikes. I loved the bit with her spin kicks in the corner swinging wide into the referee's ribs. Her dropkicks down the finishing stretch could use some steam but I also like the raggedness of someone 10 matches into her career guiding someone through their first ever match. Actually that feels like the exact situation where you'd expect someone to be murdered by dropkicks. 

Miwa Sato vs. Drake Morimatsu 

MD: DVDVR stalwart Gordi had been at a party recently with Morimatsu, so I was hoping to get this match back out there after seeing the listing, but it's a non match. Thanks to BAHU's history of FMW, I know this was the debut of Kudo with two fellow non-active AJW Class of 86 alums (Reibun Amada and Noriyo Toyoda) as the The Outbreakers. They come out of nowhere and destroy Miwa (including with a spike kneeling pile driver), setting up a tag and then singles match later in the month (we have the 3/30 singles and Kudo dominates). There is a clear sense of chaos to all of this though and it helps the overall feel compared to what else is happening in Japan at the time. Like any other unexpected surprise, this had a big buzz from the crowd.

ER: This angle made me so excited for tag matches we're never going to see. Miwa Sato takes a great beating at the hands of the AJW veterans. The kneeling stuff piledriver was disgusting, just a full head drop. Sato comes off like an underdog babyface star and it sucks to hear a Kudo singles match was one sided. 1997 Kudo would have had the most memorable match on the card with her. 

MD: After this, they played Final Countdown and had everyone come down to the ring. I've seen enough AJPW and NJPW house shows to think they didn't do that for those in this era, but they did for UWF in a big ceremony. This sort of aped that but you have such a misfit bunch of people out here that it has a completely different effect. 

Yukihide Ueno vs. Shooter #1 

MD: Shooter 1 is sort of credible, I guess. He had debuted earlier in the year as a "discipline of Tiger Mask" and had been over enough for it. This is all over the place at times, but Shooter has just enough presence to press an advantage and he has solid strikes and can bully Ueno around on size alone. He's constantly fixing his mask which is not something that usually bugs me, so that gives you a sense of how often he does it. He hits big stuff but can't always follow up because it's all a bit too disjointed. Ueno has the crowd (who are primarily happy to be there I think). He gets one big comeback with a gutshot, a German, and a kick out of the ring (and does get one big dive) but Shooter takes back over with a great press slam where he takes him off the top but slams him out of the ring instead of into it. Beautiful visual. It meanders a bit to the finish and there are a few times where the thing probably had an offramp to end and they should have taken it, but I'd say the trainwreck feel adds more than diminishes given the setting.

ER: Ueno would go on to be Choden Senshi Battle Ranger, one of those sick undercard FMW guys who didn't get as much acclaim as the more violent guys he shared rosters with. He became a gifted flier with great glue, and seeing him work a Different Style match like this you can see where all his stickiest glue came from. He debuted earlier in 1990 and is quickly tasked with working a long shootstyle fight against a guy who seems less familiar with the concept. Ueno is much smaller but had great purpose on offense, in a way I could have seen him controlling the whole match. His rolling kick that knocked Shooter to the floor was awesome, the follow up plancha a beautiful one within the crowed pool of wild 90s Japanese indie planchas. 

Ueno looks like he going to dominate with kicks and armbar takedowns, when he gets gorilla press slammed to the floor and spends a long back stretch fighting to get back to his feet. Shooter kind of sprang to life as a worker after this, turning into a kick combo machine while trying pro wrestling clotheslines and rope running for the first time. He wasn't great at peaking his knockdown kicks, mostly throwing left-right body combos and trying weighty kneelifts. He needed a big finish instead of a long wear down. Ueno fighting through the knockdowns was impressive, but he's someone who got so good at chaining big runs of cool offense that I wanted to see more of what he could do when he was a rookie menace.  

Masanobu Kurisu vs. Shooter #2 

MD: Shooter #2 is not nearly as credible. He tries for an ambush but obviously that's a terrible idea. There are no good ideas against Kurisu, except for maybe to run. Kurisu headbutts him out of the corner and doesn't really look back. He headbutts him again, stomps and kicks him, hits him with a chair on the outside, and it's all top 5% ever pro wrestling brutality. Just another day in the office for Kurisu. Shooter gets a miracle clothesline and tries to get a hold out of it. Kurisu reverses the hold and kicks and headbutts and slams and clotheslines and chicken wings this poor jerk. Shooter doesn't quit (he should). Instead he gets a miracle belly to belly but Kurisu just rolls him over and gets the double wristlock for the win. Almost a mercy.

ER: A 5 minute classic, something for every fan of wrestling violence and all Kurisu heads. The full Korakuen crowd is in LOVE with Kurisu and actually laughs with glee as he stomped the skull plates apart of the future Ryo Miyake. Miyake by the mid 90s was a WAR/Yume Guy I Liked, here he is a game sacrificial lamb who takes the worst of Kurisu's head kicks and bone breaking submissions. He gets to kick Kurisu in the head a couple times and bounce him with a pretty nasty suplex, but mostly he was in there to test a 1990 theory about how many unprotected kicks a rookie could take to the cranium. 

We think of Masa Fuchi as evil, sometimes. It's because of his eyes. He is a businessman who double crosses you on a deal, but will also step on a guy's face. But Fuchi was never evil, he was a dickhead. Masanobu Kurisu is Evil Fuchi. Kurisu unleashed on the 90s All Japan Old Men division would have been Hell on earth. He would have been the reason everyone traded for All Japan tapes. He throws a short fast overhead chair shot that lands with such impact it's like seeing someone get hit with a chair for the first time. His submissions always look like we're getting a glimpse into dojo torture, a live bone density test on a Saturday. Miyake making the ropes more than once felt like huge moments, as they felt like they actually pissed Kurisu off. Bad news for Miyake, but he came out of this looking likWhen e a guy. 

Tarzan Goto vs. Satoshi Imaizumi

MD: Not sure why Goto had back to back gimmick matches but here we go. This was more of a judo gi mixed styles deal (Goto did have a gi too). FMW was still transitioning towards death matches as more the norm and there was still so much of the early martial arts feel here. I think it worked better in the main event than it did here though. At least the people around the camera were into all the judo throws. Goto would try some more pro wrestling, things like kicks and clotheslines. Imaizumi got his knees up on a Vader Bomb attempt and almost won it with a cross arm breaker but Goto came back for a choke. Not a ton here but it's fun to see him go from one gimmick to the other in subsequent matches. 

ER: I saw Imaizumi standing around during the extended Europe introduction ceremony and I wanted to see him more than anyone. He looks like Kurisu's large son with the exact same hairline but a young  branching out from his tough father mustache. Goto looks trim in his gi and ponytail. This started like a kind of dry judo throw exhibition and slowly grew into an aggressive sparring dojo war. Imaizumi started going for broke and using his strongest throws on Goto, working hard for a head and arm submission like he was really trying to end this fight while he had a gas tank. When he pulled an armbar after getting his knees up on a Goto Vader bomb I thought he had it. There's this weird FMW guy trend of shoehorning a dropkick into their Different Style fight. None of them have had dropkicks good enough to work in a shootstyle/Different Style setting, Goto included. Goto's headbutts were welcome but Imaizumi came across as the more intriguing figure. Goto is such a good pro wrestler that I thought he would have been more of a dynamic tough guy fit in a Different Style division. 

Tarzan Goto vs. Beast the Barbarian

MD: This was far more interesting than the judo jacket match. I always joke that Beast could be a time traveling Mad Dog Connelly, by looks and gimmick but he didn't have the intensity or presence. He was set up to succeed with this match gimmick though and this was a perfectly acceptable dog collar match. He's able to use the chain as a weapon and clubber Goto down and he laid it in. Goto would come back hitting just as hard. There were a few transitions with one or the other getting a little tangled up with the rope and the chain and I do wonder if this wouldn't have been better with a slightly shorter chain which kept them a little closer together without some of those apron bits. Goto bled. Beast asserted himself pretty well overall especially relative to his Onita match a couple of months before. And cleverly enough, after each man meted out a sufficient amount of punishment, Goto won with a backslide of all things. Beast didn't think his shoulders were down which led to a post-match fit.

ER: If Matt is saying he has a regular routine about Beast the Barbarian, I can confidently say that I have never seen nor written about a Beast the Barbarian match in my life. I don't know a thing about this guy but on sight he's like Damien Demento working a balding shorter Bruiser Brody gimmick. 

Atsushi Onita & Sambo Asako vs. Kim Sung Ho & Lee Gak Soo

MD: The story of this one was that Asako or Onita would get one of the taekwondo guys down and in a hold and again and again and again, the other would come in to break it up. That lasted until Onita finally got fed up and hit his deadly over the shoulder power bomb. Even that wasn't good enough but then Asako got the message and cut off the ring for so he could hit a second one. That was the basic story but the devil's in the details and Lee Gak Soo is one of the most dynamic pro wrestling kickers I've ever seen. 

He somehow manages to throw kicks from every angle, sometimes flying around with them, and obviously Asako is a great canvas, but Onita would get knocked out of the ring like it was nothing too and the fans loved it. Kim had some fun charging ones too. Basically Onita would run at people with lariats or trips, cutting the distance however he could, and Asako had all these cool throws if people got close enough to him, but then the subsequent holds would get broken up and Kim and Lee would just take right over with the meanest stomps and kicks imaginable. 

Right until Asako (also fed up) dragged Lee over to the corner and the power bombs happened. Crazy, enjoyable stuff.

Battle Royal

MD: This was all about the taekwondo guys just throwing flying kicks everywhere in the middle of a battle royal. Even more fun than that sounds. What you need to know is that Onita and Kurisu were working together but Onita accidentally chopped Kurisu which went about as well as you'd expect. Onita eliminated him but Lee and Asako immediately eliminated Onita afterwards. I imagine he and Kurisu are still fighting to the back today. This is one of those battle royals were people get pinned by everyone in the ring piling on them. I think that was Imaizumi's fate. It ended up Asako, Shooter, and Lee and then was an entertaining mess of guys kicking and then immediately falling over. Asako shoved Lee into the ropes and he came right off on him for the pin. Then he followed up with a kick off the top on Shooter. Stupid amounts of fun. 

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80s Joshi on Wednesday: Jaguar! Jumbo! Masami! Tarantula!

Volume 4  

5. Devil Masami & Tarantula vs. Jaguar Yokota & Jumbo Hori - 11/4/82

K: Tag champs Devil Masami & Tarantula in a non-title match here. It's still 2/3 falls because AJW TV just did that regularly for main event tags whether it was for the titles or not. 

They flip the script a bit here by having the heels jump the babyfaces right at the start, rather than later into the match as a reaction to the momentum swings against them. The announcers are very alarmed that Jaguar & Jumbo were still in their entrance gowns while being accosted. 

The 1st fall feels more like a heel showcase with the occasional comeback spots. Tarantula inherits Yumi Ikeshita's plant opponent onto sticking up toes move, but follows this up by savagely biting Jaguar's neck like she's a vampire or something. Later Tarantula has Jaguar in a headlock, but with the other hand she's pulling her hair just out of sight of the referee. It's delightfully villainous how the ref can see she's doing something untoward, and Tarantula isn't really trying to pretend she isn't doing something illegal, but is just about managing to stop the referee from directly seeing it, like that's what really matters. I thought the finish to this fall was a bit odd. Jaguar Irish Whips Devil into Jumbo Hori, presumably to set up some double team move, but Devil just spins around her, hits Jumbo with a side suplex as Tarantula prevents Jaguar from breaking it up. It made sense in conception, other than the move to actually pin Jumbo didn't look that strong.

But that slight complaint about the 1st fall goes out the window with the finish of the 2nd fall! Jumbo hits a slam, and then Jaguar does a missile dropkick from the top rope to take out Devil, but lands into a pinning position on top of Tarantula and gets the win! Surely someone else has done a finish like that before but I don't remember it. I've only mentioned the finish, but more generally the 2nd fall had a nice pickup in pace and Tarantula in particular was showing out.

The 3rd fall is almost an inversion of the 1st in that its the babyfaces who almost ambush the heels at the start, there's a big double figure four spot that they like to do. But before long the heels take control and methodically grind them down without many big spots to specifically point out, but it's all good stuff. Devil & Tarantula are very good at coming across like they really are just an excellent tag team (whether they fight dirty or not) and it’s just really difficult for anyone to sustain any momentum against them. I liked when Devil was using the big hanging choke on the turnbuckle while Tarantula got her chops in. Devil goes wild with her cane while the referee gets distracted and this sets up Devil getting a rare pinfall win with her leaping senton (usually used for a nearfall). I like how although wrestlers have signature moves, nobody really has a finisher here, so what will win a match is far less predictable.

Jumbo punishes the referee for his poor eyesight by throwing him into the crowd. A strong AJW babyface tradition.

***1/2

MD: Masami and Tarantula had become a pretty effective team by this point. They ambushed to start. Tarantula would sneak in a choke or just bite you in the face. Masami was relentless. There was a real sense that if you got breathing room by going one way, they’d be the other ready to get you. Still, the big difference I’ve noted in 82 relative to 79 or 80 was just how much the babyfaces could fight back. The Devil Army made them really, really work for it though. One second of lapse and Tarantula’s hand would be right in your face. Hori came back only for Devil to stop short on a whip and nail her in the back. Yokota fought back only for Masami to get a foot up from a prone position. When they did mount a comeback at the end of the first fall with a series of press up seated sentons by Jaguar, all it took was one duck by Devil and she hit a belly to back on Hori for the fall.

Second fall had Jaguar winning a test of strength against Jumbo which seems a bit silly and then laying in headbutts. Tarantula hit her roll-into-a-dropkick which is one of the few good rolls in wrestling history, then a missile front dropkick. Again, they made Jaguar work for it as she hit her forward vault to start her comeback but Devil caught her on the apron and she had to side step. I won’t use the word “evolutionary” but I do think that they were building on things so fans did not grow accustomed to the same match over and over. Jumbo came in with a massive power bomb, leading to a sort of bridging exploder and a great finish where Jaguar hit a missile dropkick on a charging Devil and then landed with a top rope splash on Tarantula. Great end to the fall.

In the third fall, Devil tried to hit some of her big offense (like the press slam) but Jaguar kept escaping. She and Tarantula had more luck choking with an outside bit of rope/wire. She also did a dangling choke from the top while Tarantula hit some chops which is not something you see every day. When she was firmly in control she hit all that offense she wanted before like the press slam, which felt perfectly petty in the best way. She followed that up by being even more petty and vindictive with the stick and won it with a flip senton, which is not something I think I’ve seen her do chronologically up until now. This was a good distilled version of the style at the time. We’ve seen a few tags like this now and you can tell where they were developing different aspects over time. I’m curious if that survives into the next generation’s tag matches. Post match, Jumbo goes after the ref again. We know that’s not going to do them much good over time.

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AEW Five Fingers of Death 7/13 - 7/19

ROH TV 7/16/26

Eddie Kingston/Ortiz/Adam Priest/Tommy Billington vs Shane Taylor Promotions (Shane Taylor/Lee Moriarty/Shawn Dean/Carlie Bravo)

MD: I can hear it in your head.

Ospreay VS Brooks Was 8 Minutes Long With Will Working From Underneath When He's The Title Contender? What's The Ticket Sales For All In? How About Summerslam? Did The Dynamite Rating Hold Up? What Did Collision Do Against SNME? Danhausen Brought Out Karl-Anthony Towns? WWE Is Booking New York? Does That Mean There'll Be A Grand Slam To Counter SaudiMania? Someone Posted A Hogan VS Michaels Clip. Got To Post A Take On That. Dave Didn't Post The Mercedes/Maya Star Rating Yet? But He's In Arena Mexico. What's Going On With Sammy? What's Aminata's Contract Status? What About Bayley? Alvarez Says We Should Criticize AEW. Some Fans Say We Just  Should Focus On The Positives. Why Am I Typing This Like Ric Flair Tweets? What Did Styles Say This time? It's G1 Season. Big TJPW Show To Catch Up On. The TNT Champion Is Challenging at the PPV Again? Liv Morgan Supports Conversion Therapy? Tony Khan Is Playing 5 Star Booker? The Triangle of Madness Have Stardom Titles Now? 

Stop

Just stop.

Breathe. Take a breath.

None of that is going anywhere. 

Or it is, but you don't need to go with it for a few minutes.

It'll be there when you get back. Or the next thing will. Or the next. Or the next.

And you won't miss much of anything. It's fine. It'll be fine. There's something better for you out there.

A match.

A professional wrestling match.

It's full of story but not part of any storylines. 

It didn't go viral. Haven't seen a single clip from it. 

But it has eight practitioners of their craft, artists. Guys who have been around the block, guys who are on the rise, different sizes, shapes, styles. 

Twelve and a half minutes of freedom from everything above. It's on Honor Club. You have to want it to watch it. You're going to be surrounded by people who want it. It's in front of a studio audience there to see hours of wrestling. Small, intimate crowd. People who care. People who love it. People who are passionate enough to love it that much for what it is and not for all the noise around it. 

Where's Eddie Kingston been? 

Here. He's been here. Teaming with Ortiz. Wrestling with the younger guys. Wrestling the younger guys. Staring off against Shane Taylor. And yeah, you've missed him, but you don't need to miss him. He's right here waiting for you. 

Just get off the never-ending train to nowhere. Take a breath. Relax. Watch some pro wrestling that exists for the sake of pro wrestling. To entertain a crowd. To make Honor Club worth the price. To get guys reps. To create something out of nothing.

What does it look like when Eddie and Ortiz team with Priest and Billington? What does it look like when Shane Taylor Promotions come out at full strength? What does the clash of the two look like?

Aren't you curious? Even though it's not going to score you any points in any online argument. Even though it probably won't even get a look from the Observer. Even though this episode of ROH only has ONE vote on Cagematch. 

Doesn't that still sound interesting? Doesn't it sound more interesting than a lot of things that you feel far more obliged to watch and follow and post about?

Trust me when I tell you that it's better for your soul.

It was sure better for mine.

And yes, there were stories galore here, because characters drive stories and look at these characters. Ortiz and Bravo to start. Does Bravo respect the Code of Honor? No. He's tells the crowd to shut up and has a single finger on each hand for Ortiz instead. Mood set.

They trade rolling leg picks. Bravo goes under and around the leg. Ortiz gets behind him with a hammerlock. They burst into rope running. Ortiz drops down, gets a leap frog, hits an armdrag. Great way to start a match.

More stories. Eddie comes in and hits a Japanese arm drag on Dean. Dean yelps that it's an illegal move in the United States. Small crowd theatrics, maybe the best kind? Billington tagged in intending to chop down Taylor. Fearless bulldog mentality but up against a tank. Contrast makes things interesting. Styles make fights. It took Billington, Priest, and Ortiz working together to take him down. Things (like Taylor's size) mean something, have significance. 

Sometimes you want to see like vs like too. Adam Priest is any style. Lee Moriarty is the pure champ. They face off and Moriarty goes for a rolling leg pick of his own, but Priest had seen it twice so far in the match and jams it with a nasty back elbow to the jaw.

But then, Priest gets swept under. Transitions are structural, as important as any part of the match. Moriarty distracts the ref as Priest hits the ropes. Dean trips him and hits a stunner onto the apron, Bravo hits a knee drop off the apron, Taylor hits a legdrop on it. It takes mere seconds and changes everything.

Adam Priest, maybe the best heel of the 2020s, is out there playing face-in-peril, constantly reaching for his corner, constantly dragging himself across the mat, looking for any sign of hope and trying to create his own when there's none to be found. But STP stretch and do their thing. They toss him to the floor and swarm him. Bravo works small, little flourishes full of confidence. Dean has that same confidence, but he works bigger and more over the top with it. Moriarty is precise, contorting body parts, hitting suplexes, holding bridges (just as confident). Taylor is a wrecking ball. Priest tries to fire back on him. It doesn't go well for poor Adam. 

Nevertheless, Priest doesn't quit. He doesn't give up. He keeps on running, keeps on fighting, and manages to double down with Bravo after simultaneous clotheslines. He gets the hot tag. Eddie comes in like the (beloved) maniac he is. The Kobashi chops in the corner. He directs traffic. His team unloads and then toss Bravo in for an exploder. STP comes back and do the same to Eddie, tossing him in to a Taylor uranage. Things have broken down but even in chaos, there's a beautiful undercurrent of symmetry and order.

It's an 8-man tag. Plenty of people to break up pins. Plenty of offense to feature as well. Things waterfall. One guy rushes in to hit a bit of signature offense, then the next, but it all happens so quickly, and here in the finishing stretch after the meat of the match has already been consumed, that you can relax and enjoy it. The subsequent dives cleared the ring and the finish had Priest's half crab, a missile dropkick out of nowhere by Billington and dueling roll ups leading to the pin.

The progression was just right. Opening exchanges. Shine. Heat. Comeback. Chaos. Completion. All underpinned by contrast and character.

Sometimes a match can "just" be a match. That's not an insult. It can be wonderful. That doesn't mean it lacks story. It doesn't mean it doesn't draw you in. In some ways, it helps you let go and can draw you in all the more. It cuts out the distractions and lets you focus on the passion and the craft.

That doesn't mean there aren't things coming out of this I'd want to see too. We got a taste of Priest vs Moriarty. What does a Pure Title match between the two look like. We've seen Infantry vs Ortiz/Kingston once, but there's way more left on the bone. And yeah, Billington wanted to challenge himself against Shane Taylor. If he wants it that badly, I'd want to see him have the chance.

In a world without house shows, where the analytics of every quarter hour of TV is carefully examined, where fans are pushed by the algorithm to care most about lore, divisive arguments, and what's trending, a match like this can be a breath of fresh air.

I got the train for twelve minutes and just enjoyed myself. You can too. You'll be better off for it. A match like this is a gift, an increasingly rare gift. Log off for a bit and go open the present. 

You can be present. It's okay. The noise will be waiting for you whether you want it to be or not.

Enjoy the gift while you can. We don't get enough of them anymore.

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What Worth a Title? Mad Dog Connelly vs Mance Warner

PRODUCE Volume 2: TAIGASTYLE 7/16/26 

Mad Dog Connelly vs Mance Warner 

What is a title worth? 

What value does a title have?

What can any of this possibly mean to Mad Dog Connelly? 

As I watched this match, I kept struggling with that thought.

A title, a belt, a championship is an artificial thing. The only value it has is the value we, as a society, place upon it. The title does not make the wrestler. The wrestler makes the title. Over time, wrestler after wrestler, through defenses, through blood, sweat, and tears, give it worth. 

But still, what does any of that matter to Mad Dog Connelly? 

A title is a responsibility. It is a mantle. It is something to be defended, an obligation.

It is a chain.

And there is only one chain in this world that should matter to Mad Dog Connelly.

Yet here he was. He, who had broken all ties to society, who had gone from an “Austin” to something else entirely, who emanates red-eyed rage and fury in every action he takes, was there, at Produce fighting for not just one title but multiple titles. 

It was a bit like putting a beast in a tuxedo and setting him down to dinner.

Something just felt off. It felt off when he went after Nick Gage with Beastman (What did Mad Dog Connelly care about authority such as this?). It felt off as the match started, in the way that they used plastic chairs, in how they subsequently sat down to throw almost polite (though surely vicious) shots at one another, even in the way he set up a simple machine of a ladder hanging off of chairs. Something just didn't seem right. Something was holding him back. This was violent. This was brutal. But it was almost too civil, almost too grounded. It bordered on conventional.

The blood all over the ring did not belong to Mad Dog Connelly. It did not belong to his opponent. It had been there when they got there. 

What did Mad Dog want?

What did any of this mean to him?

The answer could be found in the form of his opponent.

Mance Warner. 

Mad Dog Connelly is a man who lives apart from society, who constantly gives in to the urge to tear it down for all of its failings. But, for all that he channels a bestial nature, for all that he embodies rage, for all that he evokes the spirit of violence and comeuppance and consequence, he is still a man. 

Mance Warner, however? He is not just any man, but the sort of man who can live on the outskirts of society. He's a man who can embrace the sort of violence that Connelly embodies, but instead of instilling a sense of horror in all those around him, people welcome him. People embrace him.

He can go on TV. He can learn pure rules (once upon a time, Connelly was welcome in UWFI styled circles, a practitioner but not anymore). He can team up with his wife and fight enemies back to back. He can win titles. 

He can go in front of a crowd and not be a monster, but instead be a folk hero. Like Dickie Murdoch and Jimmy Valiant and JYD. He can finish a strike exchange by rolling his arms, flipping, flopping, flying like Dusty Rhodes.

They'll sing songs about old Mancer. Connelly? If someone tells a tale of him, it's to frighten children into compliance. Don't go off the edge of the map: here there be monsters.

Were you to ask Connelly if he wanted that sort of existence, he would deny it. He might even destroy you for daring to ask. I write it only from a very safe distance myself. 

But there was something in this match, something about Connelly forcing himself into a strange shape, contorting himself to almost pantomime villainy, running about the back and causing trouble, playing legos with chairs and ladders, sitting across from an opponent instead of just tearing at his throat, that made me think through this match, through those titles, he saw a path long cut off to him.

Mance Warner's path. 

And it created dueling impulses within Connelly. He wanted it, but even more than he wanted it, I think he wanted to take it away from Warner. But he wanted it nonetheless. In order to get it, he had to put one foot back into a world of respectability, a human world that we all walk through, a world of more conventional hardcore matches, a world where Warner was more at home, perhaps even Mance’s place of power. Warner can do it, can thread that needle, but Connelly was a wild thing and for him to leave his world and come into ours, it came at a cost.

So despite temporarily eliminating the authority figure, despite this being anything goes, despite the weapons (chairs, a wire, the ladder), Connelly found himself trudging through mud, living tropes that belonged more to Warner than to himself. 

I think that it was only at some point after Warner stapled a red card on him to a hero’s pop, after he returned the favor stapling the yellow card on Warner’s tongue, that he realized he would never again have what Warner did, that he realized it was all hopeless, that instead of fighting for it, he had to fight to tear it all down. But by then, it was too late.

Up until that point, he was fighting for a title. He was fighting for a hope he dare not admit. He was fighting for a path back to the light. But he couldn't commit. He couldn't ever admit that to himself. And by the time he shifted direction, it was too late. He brought in the chain but Warner countered it with the screwdriver. He went back for it, but he was off balance (emotionally and literally, having a screwdriver mangle your foot would do the latter), and Warner was able to fight him off and hit a lifting headbutt and a DDT for the win.

If Connelly had been of one mind from the start, he would have triumphed. If he had merely wanted to destroy everything Warner had fought so hard for, he had a good chance of doing it. If he wanted to find his own redemption, to restore all that he had lost, represented in gold and platinum, well, I wouldn't bet against a fully committed Mad Dog Connelly. 

But he was at war with himself, and no man at war with himself is ever going to win a battle with Mance Warner.

I’ve been watching Mad Dog Connelly for a while now, though, and I was left with this thought. Now that he realizes that he can’t possibly have what Warner has, now that he hates himself all the more for ever showing weakness and wanting it in the first place, there’s only one possibility left for him. If he can’t have it (and he’ll never have it, can never have it), then he’ll fight to his dying breath to make sure no one else can have it either.

Mance Warner may have won the battle, but some wars never end.

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Found Footage Friday: BREMEN '81~!

10/16/81 Bremen

Colin Joynson vs. Pat Roach

MD: Pretty good stuff with a big physical mismatch. Roach was big and tall. Joynson had a low center of gravity and was plump. But he used that center to really bedevil Roach at times. He'd be able to get under him and cause trouble (including toppling him to the floor) and would bound off the ropes with a forearm or hold his own on shoulder blocks. Roach would take over again and again with a big boot or a body slam but then he'd hold the advantage with illegal tactics, pressing down after a move when he wasn't supposed to and just staying on Joynson when the ref was calling for a break. You had a sense on how this one was going to end. Some fun stuff along the way, including Roach's standing backbreakers and lifting his own foot up to whack Joynson in the chin with it. He also took a great stooge bump onto the top turnbuckle, dangling stomach down before he got booted out of the ring. Joynson had a lot of pokey offense, punches and knees. Eventually Roach had enough and put him in a tree of woe drawing the very inevitable DQ. I wouldn't mind seeing Joynson vs the usual suspects on these tours. 

ER: Roach is a really big guy but he makes Joynson look like Otis. I love the ways this little wrecking ball would leap into his attacks on the much larger Roach, while Roach has such dismissive, ugly attacks. His uppercuts are blunt and have thud, he throws kicks and strikes without true form, working more like a forest giant lifting his foot to jam it in the face of a little round Gummi Bear on a quest. When it's time for him to bump, he does with sudden beautiful runaway train style, flying onto the turnbuckles and down to the floor, getting height with a back body drop, even getting backdropped (slowly) to the floor. Joynson had big energy and Roach had a good way of hitting the ropes in response to that energy. This is the first time we've ever written about Joynson, by the way. I love how we're still ticking off boxes of names to cover, big and small. 

Axel Dieter vs. Mile Zrno

MD: Speaking of the usual suspects, here were two of the best, with us not getting quite as much Zrno as I'd like on these cards. And this was very, very good. Every exchange had the possibility of something interesting. It's almost impossible to write about these two. You end up just listing off all the cool things you saw. That could be Dieter headstanding out of a move, punching Zrno in the headstand and then headscissoring him over. It could be Zrno twisting and contorting around to keep a hold or his crazy bridge work. It could just be how he snapped his body while taking a headscissors. It could be how they built to firing off uppercuts or escalating to quick sunset flips and snap headscissors takeovers. It could be Dieter using a leg assisted full nelson, the ultimate of imaginative schoolyard moves of possibilities or the way Zrno just found his way out. It could be how fun it was whenever they were able to string together a few moves and what they choose to do. I could go on and on. Technique meeting imagination meeting flair and showmanship. There was nothing like it beforehand and there's been nothing like it since. It ended in a draw and you're fine with that because anything else might have somehow lessened it.

ER: Matt and I written about a lot of this '81 Germany without anyone else really watching it, and while we enjoy it I also get why big men like Le Gran Vladimir or John Quinn, or German-specific babyfaces Bob Della Serra or Sal Bellomo, might not be as sexy to watch as the other thousands of wrestling options out there. Zrno vs. Dieter, on the other hand, feels like 81 Germany that would crossover and delight anyone into modern flash and World of Sport chaining, even though it's not as flashy and not tricked out like WoS. The matwork is firm and the strikes they build to always feel like a payoff. Zrno's selling doesn't always feel like it fits the story of the match, and sometimes he's too quick to get back into moving spots forward, is forced to match hold snugness with Dieter, who was raised on snug headscissors and high lift hammerlocks. 

I didn't love how quickly Zrno got up from a nasty reverse suplex, getting up on impact while Dieter sold on the mat just executing the move. It was used as a way to break a hold and smashed Zrno's knees into the mat, felt like a crazy spot to use to just go back into control with a side headlock. Dieter's suplexes look better and he bumps a bit generously for Zrno, who comes off more like babyface Paul Roma. It allows the crowd to get fully behind Dieter, their guy, like they can see that he's the stronger worker and shouldn't be working so even. This had the feeling it was going to a draw, which feels right because a lot of Zrno's work felt aimless with no end goal, work to fill time rather than defeat. That's another way I think this would cross over compared to all the Sal Bellomo we've praised: Zrno has that same time traveled time filling skill as Dean Malenko, a durability in style I couldn't have predicted. 

Moose Morowski vs. Sal Bellomo

MD: I feel like we've seen these two up against each other a few times now, but then maybe it was Morowski against Dieter or UFO or someone else. It does start to blur a bit. Still, this was a natural pairing with the crowd behind Sal and Morowski a real rogue and villain and bully. I'm sure there are people who really wonder how Sal Bellomo was somehow a super babyface in Germany, but this match is a great example. The first few minutes have him doing everything right. Morowski started by pressing him into the corner and trying to take liberties. Sal turned it around, launched a bunch of gut shots, climbed up for a ten punch and the ref had to pull him off. He continued to keep fighting and fighting no matter what Morowski tried, getting him out of the ring, cartwheeling, and counting with the crowd.

Eventually, Morowski did have enough of this and started leaning hard on him, pushing the rules as far as he could. It's a good look at him too, because all of his stuff looked mean and credible. Bellomo would try to come back now and again before he actually got it, dropkicking Morowski out of the ring. Morowski came back in with a massive punch and then hit the shoulder breaker for the win. But Sal stayed after the match to get his flowers from the crowd.

ER: It's wild how every 6'5" North American heel who worked early 80s Germany had their own version of the Sgt. Slaughter bump. For Morowski, that's just one of a half dozen big bumps he does to get over Bremen Superstar Sal Bellomo, pinballing off turnbuckles, pressed off the top, all because The People are in love with this unmuscular man in a straps-joined-in-the-back singlet. Bellomo has a real knack for knowing how to connect with these crowds. I'm not sure I've seen anyone else in this footage do an enthusiastic count-along when Moose is lying on the floor, but people are literally screaming along with Sal leading the count out. Nobody punches like Morowski anymore. I mean, most wrestlers don't punch at all anymore and that's part of a much bigger problem, but Morowski's style of short badgering close-to-the-body uppercuts weren't even really a regular punch of anyone while punches were the strike currency of wrestling. Super Macho Man threw a short set up punch like it in Super Punch Out!! but I'm not going to pretend that anyone at Nintendo was aware of the existence of Moose Morowski. Had Billy Graham thrown punches like that, I'd believe. Bellomo hits two heart punches on Morowski, which is a brilliant strategy against a Polish man whose arteries are no doubt clogged by fatty meats.  

UFO vs. Caswell Martin

MD: Honestly, there are four pillars right here with Martin, Wright, Zrno, and Dieter. Crazy that these four guys were generally in the same place and time. What a scene. Martin took almost all of this, just having an answer for everything UFO tried. UFO would try to hip toss him and he'd cartwheel. He'd go for a leglock and he'd just stand up out of hit to hit a dropkick. He'd throw uppercuts and Martin would cut him off with one headbutt. When it was time to be on offense, he had all sorts of stuff, his body press onto crossed legs, a cool falling back move with his feet around the head (instead of a twist), some brutal arm work with headbutts, a series where he kipped up after dropkicks again and again. Just a menace. But UFO took it all since he knew he was going to win with a body press out of nowhere. Still, it's always fun to see Martin do his thing.

ER: I think it's interesting how Caswell Martin and Norman Smiley have two of the most unique bodyslams and there isn't really anyone else who slams like them. Norman has his extra turn, Martin has his extra lift and throws for distance. I'm not sure what this means. All other bodyslams I like because they are thrown by real bastards, think Finlay and Hansen sending lightning bolts down extremities. But our two black British wrestlers who each have their own quirky style also wound up with two of the strongest/most stylized bodyslams. I wonder how much Martin was an inspiration on Smiley, or if it's all a coincidence. 

UFO was really no match for some of Martin's escapes, and I love how Martin would set up an escape with a stiff strike, creating an opening with a diversion. His headbutt is so good that I wish we could have seen him in Headbutters Paradise era NOAH, but he always pulls tricks that anyone could steal (if anyone other than Matt and I ever watch this footage). Standing with his legs locked on either side of UFO's head before falling to his back is something I've never seen before. It's more common for someone to lock in like that and do a little worked twist, but falling to his back put the theoretical pressure on different parts of the neck, like a teeter totter turned inside out. While I wish Martin was put away with something more than a body press, it worked because the finish was more about Martin beating himself than the crossbody beating Martin. Martin clearly tried to catch the crossbody and turn it into a slam, hanging in too long on that strategy before his fall, which was just enough for UFO to scrape one out. A flashy wrestler hoisted on their own cocky petard, as it should be.  

Kengo Kimura/Goro (Tsurumi) Tanaka vs. Mighty John Quinn/Grand Vladimir

MD: It's such a shock going from Tsurumi battling Kurisu fifteen years later to this, but here we are. Goro does all the big bits for the crowd with Kimura doing a lot of little ones. He does get to really fire up a few times though, and that's not something you see a lot out of Kengo as the decade goes on so it's nice to see. Vlad is a great stooge and Quinn is an ok one. Quinn is excellent at little inside shots to help his bullying though. Very nice moment of comeback where Kimura reverses a Quinn whip so he goes crashing into Vlad's knee. his arms go pumping and he fires off with dropkicks and karate strikes and pulling Vlad's beard. Heels take this in two straight falls though due to sneaky bits of interference that did work. I liked in the finish that Vlad had to go back for a second elbow drop because the ref was distracted with Kimura. One of those quick on his toes bits that helped avoid suspension of disbelief issues. This probably could have used one more big comeback.

10/25/81

MD: Usually given the length of these videos and the sparsity of talking, it's tough to get automated translation to work quite like I'd like but here, at the start of 10/25/81 I was able to get some sense of what they're talking about (look, I don't know German; you can't bullshit German and that's all I'm good for). This was the last night of the tournament, day 53, and there was a ceremony to start with all the wrestlers and the producer gave all of his thanks on his own after and you do have to appreciate the pomp and circumstance here. We've gotten so much of this content piecemeal over the last two years and, in truth, we'll only have two matches here, at the start of this card on this tape, but this was real thing with real people. It mattered not just, for instance, in Kengo Kimura's development or for the other wrestlers, but also for everyone who witnessed it. Old footage isn't just the moves and the craftsmanship, but it is a window into the past, of something real and vibrant in life that no longer exists. It's history.

Steve Wright vs. Caswell Martin

MD: This crowd already seemed a few mugs in and they were happy to see these two very similar wrestlers menace one another. There were moments where it got a little too silly when the ref got involved or they were doing the quick (and comedic) pin exchanges, and I would have maybe liked just a little more working holds and having to get out of things, but really this was more than the sum of the parts and the fans were delighted. These two were generally best against contrast, really bedeviling some poor fool, getting punished for their (babyface) transgressions and hubris, and then battling back to bedevil some more. But here they got what they deserved against one another. Those ref bits were very funny and the crowd was laughing the whole way through. Wright rolling himself into a ball and Martin not buying into it, the pin exchanges that were twenty years before their time, the rope running, the little bit of hanging onto holds we did get. It was all wonderful pro wrestling in a small dose. There would likely be bigger and more epic things to come on this card, the last night of the tournament, and this set things off with a unique and wonderful celebratory feel before Wright caught Martin in a backslide to end it. These two were such talents. 

UFO vs. Grand Vladimir

MD: Just a round and a half here before things cut out. Unfortunately it cuts out during a cravat sequence where UFO was holding on too. Ah well. The round we got was good with them battling over a top wristlock in interesting and struggle-laden ways. Plus UFO getting frustrated because the ref wasn't letting him press advantages on Vlad in the ropes when we all know Vlad deserves it. I imagine this would have turned out to be pretty good in full.

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