Bruised for Our Iniquities*
At UCW Joey goes toe to toe with another favorite of mine: Joker. According to my favorite goto place for deliverance from demons, the joker in a deck of cards is the offspring of the "licentious jack and the queen, Mother of Harlots," a leering travesty of Jesus. Not only bad news, but blasphemous besides. Joker is a bad ass, but he's no Pazuzu. The guy's too funny. I think of the devil as strictly an upper management type, dark suit and impeccably coiffed black hair. The kind of guy who might think golf is a man's sport and a story about shutting down a factory is humor. But Joker? He's a nutcase who talks like the love child of Marvin the Martian and Dave Chapelle. He might be wrong in the head, but nowhere close to the prince of darkness.
Joey versus Joker is a great show. I'll say this much for UCW: at worst (at worst) I can guess the winner of a match one time out of three ... or four. It's not even clear that the guys know who's going to win until one of them finally throttles a submission out of his opponent or walks away leaving his foe cold, numb, and belly-up on the mat. Watching Joey it's easy to forget he's still a rookie. The kid's all gristle and fingernails. A tough customer, as is Joker, whose wiliness and meanness might give him the edge in this battle. But these two guys beat the crap out of each other for thirty-plus minutes, and it's anybody's guess who will win till the last nail's in the coffin ... or, in this case, the steel-toed boot hits the forehead.
* "It's from 'Passion of the Christ.' You never seen it? Dude, you gotta. It's amazing. It's, like, so inspiring. They throw everything at him. Whips, arrows, rocks ... just beat the living fuck out of Him for the whole two hours. And he just takes it." (Cassidy in The Wrestler, 2008)