Monday, May 29, 2017

Duke











Scrappy vs Duke, Rough and Ready 98 (Thunder's Arena)

Duke looks like he just stepped out of a sword-and-sandal B-movie, circa 1962. At five-ten, 200, 22 years old, he's classic old-school bodybuilder with a striking profile and high hair. Scrappy's on hand to bust the guy's cherry in the wrestling world. Come to think of it, the new car smell is not off Scrappy yet either, having not clocked up even a full year at Thunder's Arena, but already he's a go-to guy for breaking in new hires.

There's nothing here you and I haven't seen before: flexing, smack talk, headlocks, and bodyslams. Novelty is not the point, anyway. It never is for fetishists, for whom wrestling is a ritual, "an act or series of acts regularly repeated in a set precise manner" often performed in seclusion in a hallowed space. Such an act may comprise a number of gestures: scissors, chokes, cradles, and the like, with skintight wrestling trunks as sacred vestments.

Personality-wise, Scrappy carries the show. His hyper-expressive face, especially under duress, has been key to his success with fans (there are bulges to consider, as well). But Duke gives the kid plenty to grimace about. Naturally, flexing comes first, with the camera kneeling before muscle groups like stations of the cross. As I expected, Scrappy instigates the fight, but Duke takes command, crushing our boy in a rear bearhug before unceremoniously plonking him down to the mat.

The wrestlers deliver plenty of give and take, with Duke putting the hurt on Scrappy again and again. Scrappy's only hope is foul play, and it's unlikely that Scrappy will hold back on this point when push comes to shove.


Sunday, May 28, 2017

Jungle Gym











Nate Coy vs Daniel Eads, Power Play, 18 March 2017 (Resistance Pro Wrestling)

An overall fine match here, two agile and well-built wrestlers, but it lacks the close detail work and grappling I usually prefer. Still, I can appreciate what it has to offer. At ages eight and nine, I was addicted to TV matinees of old Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan movies, and to this day I am a sucker for the "jungle boy" gimmick in wrestling. BG East's Tyler Reese should donate his loincloth to Coy.

The tumbling and flying impress me without turning me on, and that's okay, sex is not everything. (I said that?) The corner work absolutely hits the spot. I love the way pro wrestlers throw their entire bodies into their punches, so much better (for me) than the split-second jabs at arm's length in boxing (except for those times when boxers get pushed against the ropes, their bodies entangled). And the show-stopping ass-to-ass pinfall is ungawa-hot. Eads jobs for Coy brilliantly, making me want to believe every ornately choreographed second of the action. His body slams are tasty.


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