Quinn Harper vs Kevin Lin, #486 (UCW)
Kevin's English is not so good. Quinn's Chinese, even worse. But like love and music, a fight is a language to itself. Harper finds Lin's Asian manners a little too much, the polite smiling in particular. No stranger to wrestling guys with hot bodies, Quinn can find his way around Kevin's. He doesn't need to know Mandarin from Cantonese to wrestle anybody. When balls get tugged and twisted, the response is not a word to be found in any phrase book.
The language difference keeps the introduction short and sweet. The fastest way to get to know a guy is to get down and grapple with him. Knowledge of grammar and syntax is not necessary to find a man's strengths and weaknesses. The back-and-forth battle is speedy, the tables turning every minute or so, giving each wrestler a chance to work his opponent's last nerve before fate or a missed beat turns the demolisher into the demolished.
Speaking of which, I can't remember the last time Quinn had this much trouble dominating a man. Usually he takes control in the first four or five minutes, especially when the opponent is a new hire like Kevin. The outcome of this match is anybody's guess till the last minute. Lin tangles Harper up in knots. Then Harper returns the favor--then the cycle repeats till a piledriver stops somebody's clock--and, trust me, it's a piledriver that will linger in memory.