Friday, April 28, 2017
Krush vs Donald Jay, Rip &Rumble (Krushco)
Krush is on my personal top five list of favorite underground wrestlers. Among his closest competition in the field--Eli, Jake, Duke, Marco, Derrick, Jonny, and Guido--few come close to Krush's dependability in demolishing opponents. His latest match, his second against Donald Jay, is a rip-and-strip battle that runs for six falls (two of them knockouts), with both fighters neck and neck for the first three-quarters.
This brawl seized me in the first five seconds and wouldn't let go till it was over, when the loser is sprawled out on the mat, every ounce of fight drained out of him. The screen shots above portray a more one-sided contest than the match actually is. I picked the shots for drama--to capture Krush's brute force and Donald's knack for selling the hell out of every second of the 35-minute video. A Krushco fight is 80 percent legit submission wrestling and 20 percent pro-style theater of cruelty. This one offers the best of both worlds, probably one of the best you can find in the Krushco catalog.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Darin Corbin vs "The Adrenaline" Adrian Matthews, Episode 122 (West Coast Wrestling Connection)
In the last few days I've been giving Adrian Matthews a lot of thought. A lot. You already know him perhaps from the close attention he got on Beefcakes of Wrestling early this year. I've been enjoying watching this guy suffer at the hands of some of WCWC's best heels. My favorite drubbings among the matches I've seen are his West Coast debut last July against hunky JJ Garrett (see especially minute 16:06 for a stimulating simulated skull fuck against the ropes), his surly roughing up at the hands of The Grappler in December, and, my top pick, the crazy prolonged beating ginger firebrand Darin Corbin supplies in this late September 2016 battle, a rematch following a dramatic collision of these two the week before (also worth watching).
Adrian wins some and loses some, but he always gets his bump-worthy ass kicked at some point in each match, and each one is beautiful in its own way. The young man's "sell" technique is flawless. Sometimes the destruction is total (as against The Grappler), but sometimes the match fits my highly fetishized dream scenario--of the epically handsome hero, having taken enough abuse for one night, at last turning tables and kicking the living shit out of his tormentor--often, even better, with a single, sudden, out-of-nowhere strike that reverses the momentum and ends the match within three seconds.
Darin is Adrian's perfect foil. His protruding gut just begs for the punch it eventually draws. His devious attacks (especially the way he uses the ropes and ring apron) are inspired, and he moves from one to the other almost with no break in between. His unwarranted vanity, his braggadocio, his girlish shrieks when hurt, and his overweening sadism practically beg pretty please for comeuppance, which by the match's midpoint a severely trampled Adrian is eager to hand-deliver. As the GIFs below demonstrate, Darin gets some satisfying payback from Adrian, especially in the rushed final minute. (Corbin vs Matthews begins at the 14:10 mark here on YouTube.)
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Scrappy vs Blayne, No Holds Barred 82 (Thunder's Arena)
Scrappy and Blayne are two of the Arena's hottest and most charismatic hires this past year (and it's been one fantastic year). No Holds Barred 82 brims with so much crazy testosterone, so much high-contact roughhouse, and such a wild storyline that it can't be compared to anything else I've seen in internet wrestling. It's a stark turn from the talkier frat-boy videos Thunder's is known for, lurching into darker emotional territory.
Without prologue, the abrupt opener gives us Scrappy dragging Blayne by the hair out of the kitchen and to the mat, accusing him of flagrant disrespect (in Mat Rats 80). Blayne can't process what's happening to him, under the impression that he and Scrappy were friends. Scrappy lays him flat on the mat and takes twisted delight in his shrieks as he (Scrappy) rolls a tire over the guy's wrist, evidently intending to break it. The scene closes as abruptly as it began, with Blayne writhing on his back.
Jump cut to Blayne, minutes (?) later, talking to himself in the bathroom mirror. He wants revenge. He straps on a wrist brace, while murmuring, "I'm gonna fuck you up, Scrappy." He then approaches a curiously unsuspecting Scrappy on the sofa and bashes the brace's metal rod into his ex-buddy's face. They grapple on the overstuffed furniture and on the carpet, but Blayne can't control the volatile Scrappy, who's soon on top again. "Let's have some fun," coos Scrappy, easily falling back into the role of dungeon master. But don't count Blayne out yet!
The remainder (11 minutes) of this 18-minute match is set back in the garage, which the Arena often utilizes as a fight space. The action past the midpoint is give and take and hot as fuck: lots of muscle on display, lots of muscle pounding muscle. By all appearances, evenly matched in size, Blayne and Scrappy have distinctly different personalities and body types. Hairy-chested Blayne, callow in his previous matches, comes into his own in NHB82, with fight and initiative. As I said above, silky smooth Scrappy exhibits a delight in cruelty not so apparent in previous contests, and the escalating tensions between these two are electric.
High-grade boner material from beginning to end, the episodic and sometimes incoherent plot is just an excuse for displaying what these boys are capable of. It's a stretch for both that may stun some fans, but it is exactly what I've been waiting for. I want a rematch as soon as possible ... in the ring, at the pool, or on the grass, or all the above. This is, I hope, the start of a beautiful feud.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Kenta Kobashi vs KENTA, Navigate for Evolution, 5 March 2006 (Pro Wrestling NOAH)
The link above takes you to a highlights reel from which I took the GIFs. The match is incredible--a trainer (Kobashi) vs trainee (KENTA) faceoff that serves up one stunner after another. Kobashi retired from ring life in 2013 at age 46, transitioning to the production end of the business. I haven't followed KENTA's progress in WWE (they gave him a cool new name, at least), my heart just not drawn to WWE, despite assurances from friends and some observed evidence that WWE NXT is not the load of crap I think of when I think WWE. I can't imagine KENTA gets this kind of contest anymore; I just hope the guy gets shitloads of McMahon money to bank in Japan. In 2006 in Budokan Hall, he was at his hottest, and he and his mentor were gods for the night, holding NOTHING back as they punch, kick, and butt each other half to death.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Jake Zane vs Logan Cross (Muscleboy Wrestling)
I have never minded a kiss, long, deep, and passionate, at the end of a friendly tussle, a kiss that was clearly meant as a transition to something more than a kiss. But full-fledged Jane Wyman-style romance is not something I usually enjoy, not as a spectator anyway, and speaking for only myself, plain wrestling is enough of a turn-on without extras. That said, Zane vs Cross is a great good time, and the merger of Eros and Ares is handled excellently in this Muscleboy match from Catalog 1 (a little too tasteful, for my tastes, but still superb).
The 33-minute video emphasizes the exhilaration and mysteries of romantic love more than the sweaty grunts and groans of impassioned roughhouse, yet this match is as good as BG East's UK mattress matches (my yardstick for these things), and far better than most other attempts of this sort. Zane vs Cross interests me as both a wrestling fantasist and a dabbler in gay porn. Though the rape fantasies of Naked Kombat, repetitious as they are, are more my speed (not politically correct, I admit, maybe not even healthy), there's a sweetness to this romp that charms me.
Jake and Logan are attractive, young, and amorous. If they are not actually a couple, they do pass as one. Both know how to wrestle, and both have bedroom eyes and full sensual lips. They know how to segue between teasing and squeezing, flirting and hurting, locking lips and locking limbs. I'm more familiar with Jake, by another name, but Logan is the one who sells me on this match. I like his open, boyish face. The give and take is smooth and graceful, intensifying as the gear peels off. There's nothing cheesy about it. As for the rest ... Yes, there's a cum shot. No, there's no penetration except for some heart-piercing gazes.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Derrick Cole vs Austin Tyler, Match 528 (UCW)
I cannot be the only fan who has been licking his chops to see Austin, 175#, take on Derrick,175#, the current UCW All-Star Champion. The collision of these two pro-style wrestlers is every bit as awesome as I had hoped. April 2017 has already been a banner month for the promotion; in the past four weeks UCW has released Austin vs Derrick, Chase vs Quinn, and Eli vs Coleman, each one a schlong-swelling classic. Amazing work, sirs!
As I have said elsewhere, I feel a special frisson when two guys I really really like square off against each other, mano a mano. In this instance, the result was sure to be a nut-bristling brawl, and these battlers do not let me down. Even better, Derrick and Austin are dramatically expressive performers. Their faces magnify the pain and triumph of their struggle, and their body language as well expresses and elicits strong emotions.
Both guys are serious about this fight. Austin wants the belt (the new and redesigned belt commemorating UCW's history and prehistory), and his strong thighs and lower center of gravity are advantages he has on the mats. Derrick, who contemptuously pretends not to know his challenger's name, moves with audacious speed and agility. His mocking and loudmouthing are meant to psych out his more reticent opponent, but if these tactics are intimidating, I can't tell it from Austin's valiant and determined face.
Sure, I would have liked more sweat, but let's appreciate what we have here. The clenches are prolonged and punishing. The wrestlers apply their skills in ring psychology to the mat room and camera. On the whole, the tactics are fair and square, given that at UCW hair-yanking, gut-punching, and eye-gouging have always been tolerated. The high stakes present both men in their best form yet. They throw every ounce of themselves into this fight, holding nothing back and fearlessly risking all. April's not over yet, but Match 528 caps off what is perhaps the strongest and hottest month in UCW history.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Bolt vs Slash, No Holds Barred 79 (Thunder's Arena)
I can easily imagine both Bolt and Slash in uniform--motorcycle cop, Marine, firefighter, any of those. Their ruggedness, their square jaws, their granite physiques, all suggest a career requiring heroic resolve and perhaps a right-wing authoritarian mindset also. I'm talking about roles I'd cast them in, not their actual occupations or temperaments.
Slash and Bolt look fantastic here. In action they look better than the screen captures suggest. It's a fairly easygoing, non-intense contest, very much in the frat-house-hijinks vein of a lot of Thunder's Arena products. Bolt is the bigmouth, and Slash is the strong silent type, good contrasting character types for any type of fight. And I'm happy they waste no time getting down to business.
There are no intricate wrestling holds, just a lot of body pressing body, body carrying body, body bending body, and body squeezing body. Wrestling doesn't get more basic than this, yet the basics are what get to me because they are what I attempted as an untrained wrestle-addict in my twenties. Previously these positions had suffused my earliest fantasies as a kid. And here performed by Bolt and Stash with some enthusiasm and maximal skin contact, they rock.