Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting
Coleman Free vs Chase Michaels, Match 534 (UCW)
UCW produces the fightingest wrestling matches out there, many this year as good as any BG East has ever put out (I can't say that about any other promotion, even ones I dearly love), but UCW concentrates on f-i-g-h-t. Other promotions have wrestlers so pretty I don't care whether they know how to fight or not, beautiful beautiful boys; some of them can't fight worth a lick. I'm not saying Coleman and Chase aren't pretty, but pretty is not the main thing with them. Coleman and Chase give top-shelf fight. At UCW, those who can't fight are soon out the fucking door. Sometimes the company trots out a babe with biceps or flashes some ass at the camera, but their house brand is hair-yanking, ball-crushing, eye-gouging, toe-biting rasslin'. I can jerk off to a beautiful pinup, done it lots of times, used to be better at it, but a good hard fight compels me to unload.
Chase has been steadily honing his combat skills for the past year, and taking evening classes in evil. Tall, lanky, with bedroom eyes and hair on his balls, he looks divine. I don't know whether he came to the company with wrestling training, pro or folk style, but the guy sure knows how to kick butt. No acrobatics, no feats of strength, no playbook, the guy digs his heels in and starts wailing away at anybody within striking distance. A more recent hire, Coleman came to UCW with pro-ring experience. He's got the psychology down. He has an instinct for the inherent drama and majesty of two men squaring off to settle some shit. His long blond hair just dares somebody to grab some. He may look like the guy you'd like to marry your daughter or son, but, provoked, he can be hell in a lunch bag for whoever crosses him.
UCW is not 100 percent. No company is. In 2017, though, it's been close. At my house, there's Movimus for intense submission wrestling, there's Thunder's Arena for mouth-watering muscle, there's Rock Hard for to-die-for bad boys, there's Naked Kombat for balls-to-the-mat porn, there's BG East for big-store variety, there's Krushco for everlasting Krush. And, here's my point, there's UCW for skinny guys, mostly, tearing thick chunks out of each other for the sheer joy of giving and receiving pain. In Match 534, Free and Michaels deliver as ballsy a fight as you could hope to see. Totally my kind of thing.