Lucha Libre, featuring the artistic talents of Lee Flattery and bizzaro Internet Indy Sleaze! by Chris - RIM#12

EMLL TV (January 2003) by Lee Flattery

Satanico/El Mephisto/El Averno v El Felino/Blue Demon Jr/Super Crazy

Satanico is old and fat but tough as a motherfucker. Some of you got to meet him and I didn't. Life sucks. Skit has Los Infernales running, Rencor and Mephisto trying to keep up with the old bastard. Satanico is your cool Mexican uncle.
The long shot of Arena Mexico tells me something; that Vince McMahon took the working class out of wrestling. The WWF skewed wrestling in such a 'clean' direction that its arenas are now filled with middle class teenagers and frat boys to whom professional wrestling is some mildy ironic, comedy soap opera that exists solely to fill the void between keg parties and date rapes. What was it that Jello Biafra said? If the future of America is in their hands, watch it fall over Niagra Falls. You don't get this in Mexico - good old Mexico - where the arenas and municipal halls (AAA!!!) are filled with rabidly enthusiastic throngs that create the magical aura that is the heartbeat of lucha libre. The audience has character; Rudo Cowbell Geezer, Grandma in the front row, the women that cry when Santo or Vampiro lose. Keeping it real, literally.
The ring girl in blue with the shortish brown hair is beautiful. There is a disturbing pathos behind those sparkling eyes and melting smile - the life of a stripper in Ciudad Mexico can't be the most appetising. I hope that one day she finds a contented, happy life to match her smile. Muerte al Fox! Viva Zapata y viva Mexico!
Rencor and Felino begin proceedings in the ring with a hard n' fast lucha mat battle because they are men. Both of these guys rule it like all of hell. Blue Demon doesn't rule or anything, but he does get a good triple-teaming (in a non-Dionysiac way) from Los Infernales. An elaborate three man powerbomb sees off Felino and an even more elaborate three man, four-point stretch on Demon secures the primera caida for El Rudo Numero Uno and his muchachos. I mark out for the Mexican domestic abuse advert. It's not the Puerto Rican 'Goya' advert but it was pretty fucked up all the same.
We return to Arena Mexico and the Infernales are continuing their three man domination. Satanico slaps the shit out of all the techies with body language that offers out anyone brave or stupid enough. I love Satanico. Tecnicos fight their way back into the ring. Crazy sloppily locks Tajiri's tarantula hold on Rencor, and Demon stretches Satanico for a very short second fall.
More picture perfect intensity from Felino and Rencor in the decider. A beautiful spot where Felino reverses Rencor into the corner so that he is perched on the ropes, climbs behind him and reverse hurracanrana's him into oblvion. All in virtually one motion. Abruptly, Crazy and Felino are put into submission holds for an Infernales victory. If this wasn't very badly clipped - and it didn't seem to be - then it was almost a squash. Satanico humiliates Blue Demon further by slapping him around and pinning him after the fact. Satanico = bad ass.

MOMENTOS ESTELARES!!!!!!!!!!! - Porky does a really drunk looking top rung splash, Satanico viciously dropkicks that little bitch Ricky Marvin in the balls and Black Warrior adds another insane tope-con-hilo to the collection.

Shocker/Vampiro/Atlantis v Tarzan Boy/Ultimo Guerrero/Rey Buccanero

'It could be Brian May! No wait, that's not his cup of tea. That's the other one........God rest his soul.' - Alan Partridge

That's what I think of when I hear 'We Will Rock You'. Thank you Mr Coogan. A mowhawked Vamp hits the ring to the strains of Rancid and instantly gets jumped pre-bell by Tarzan's crew. Trailer park girls go round the outside is the maxim according to Eminem's nasal sneer, beckoning the coming of Shocker. Guapo-boy takes his sweet time getting down there and is met on the ramp by Ultimo. The two exchange very hard looking shots before Tarzan gets a cheap shot on Shocker. Ultimo bombs it along the ramp and knocks Shocker into the ring with a motherfucking brute of a clothesline. Atlantis gets a similar kicking to his teammates from Rey Buccanero, who looks strangely like Kea/Mossman with short hair. Tarzan Boy parades around the ring milking the crowd. He's probably high....but it works for him. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?' is my response to the presence of a blue monkey on my television screen. I then recompose myself and realise that it is a midget in a blue monkey costume that seems to be following Atlantis around. Lucha libre motherfuckers!!! Shocker gets a triple teaming from the GDI. I think the reason for all the chess club smarks liking Rey B and UG so much is that they are so puroresu influenced and more attuned to a style that they're comfortable with watching. This works fine in EMLL too, especially when you have a son of bitch like Shocker who can sell it all like a crazy motherfuck. End of this fall is very creative; assisted by his buddies Ultimo manages to get Atlantis in a reverse Gory Special and Shocker in a pendulum swing hold SIMULTANIOUSLY! A definite entry for 'The Guinness Book of Silly Lucha Submissions'.
Shocker ain't gonna be made no bitch without retribution. He swaggers about whilst beating the fuck out of everyone with chops and All Japan style kicks. That's the thing with Shocker - like Shawn Michaels - it all looks so easy when he does it. They could do one of those Ronaldinho adverts with Shocker clotheslining street kids and dancing. I could do one as well - tricks with post-office elastic bands being my forte. Problem is that I'd be deep in my cold, cold grave before I ever worked for Nike. Shocker sends Ultimo over the top with a mouth-watering Tosh kick to the head, followed promptly by a full steam tope. Shocker kicks your ass and fucks your mother! Vamp crawls out from wherever he was hiding and drills Rey B with his Juvi-spike for three. Concurrently, Tarzan Boy is screaming for mercy as Atlantis gives him the spinny fireman's carry dealie. The crowd is pumped for la tercera caida because Shocker is that fucking good.
As the GDI do the kayfabe fake-walkout to kill time (kind of like Bolton the other week - twats!), Tarzan delivers self-depricating heel schtick to rival the best of them, including a jump-over-the-ropes-arrogantly-and-slip bit. Tarzan Boy is soooooooooooo the best worker of the Guerreros Del Infierno, mainly because - like Shocker - his charisma is just so immense. As nice as Ultimo and Rey B's stylings are, and they are nice, the fact remains that in lucha libre you need people like Shocker, Tarzan, Wagner and Santo to get things over. (Edit: I didn't realise that Tarzan had been fired from EMLL. Bastards!). TARZAN BOY v SHOCKER! The two go at it briefly in a singles exchange and it's a complete outswanking contest. They hit the outside, Buccanero and Vampiro hit the ring. They hit a few nice little spots. Adjunctly, Tarzan gets a crotching (again, non-Dionysiac) from Atlantis and a subsequent tope from the old man. The smoke clears and it all comes down to ULTIMO MOTHERFUCKING GUERRERO V MOTHERFUCKING SHOCKER!!! Arena Mexico roars and they exchange hard chops to the chest. Shocker breaks out the sweetest of punches and floors Mr Guerrero. Ultimo gets a powerbomb from Shocker, only for Rey B to break the cover with a foul. Referee doesn't see it, Shocker writhes around clutching at his nuts and Ultimo gets the three. The blue monkey looks aghast with disbelief. This was fugging great.

(We propell ourselves into next weeks show at this point)

- BORICUAS SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pierroth rambles madly as Violenica tries to make sense of it all. Ah............

Blue Panther/Violencia/Pierroth Jr v El Gran Markus Jr/Satanico/Apollo Dantes

Step right up ladies, for I have a treat in store. That's right - Gran Markus is sans t-shirt and women around the world are getting moister down below than the entire front row of a Tom Jones concert. I get rather excited myself when I see Blue Panther because he's all underpushed and not on TV even though he's the bestestest wrestler in the world. The Maestro rewards my enthusiasm instantly with an IMMENSE tope into Senor Dantes. That delightful horned chappy Violencia takes his cue from this and kills Satanico with some more craziness. El Commandate de Las Boricuas, Pierroth is a mad, mad, mad bastard, if you have never noticed. He whips Markus with a big, brown leather strap, turning his pasty, obese upper body red. Pierroth crosses the line of lucha ettique by using said belt to choke Markus' fat face and gets himself disqualified. Primera caida to the fat guy, the ass-kickin' old guy and the scarred guy.
Then Blue Panther and Satanico have me bitchmarking by engaging in a complete stiffing fest. I sooooooooo love these two guys because they walk into a Boricuas match in Arena Colliseo and just beat the shit out of each other for the hell of it. I can imagine the dialogue backstage:

Panther: It kinda sucks that we're not in the main events at the moment and stuff.

Satanico: Yeah, dude. Especially since all the kids are doing that puro shit now.

Panther: We should go out there and show them how motherfucking stiff is done in motherfucking Mexico, hombre.

Satanico: (nods) Vamanos!

Panther whips Satanico into the corner, backs up and hits him with a fucking Three Mile Island of a running clothesline. Satanico takes it like a man, and you know that deep down he enjoyed it (non-Dionysiac). El Rudo Numero Uno find himself the reciepient of a three man beatdown and fights like a mofo. Panther poses by standing on Satanico's neck, Dante's knocks him off balance and out of the ring for another huge bump. Violencia finds himself the victim of a triple team powerbomb and Team Pierroth are given the boot for a bit. Satanico exacts his revenge upon Mr Lagunero with just about the HARDEST standing bodyblock that I have ever seen. Dantes capitalises on this with a tope through the ropes to take Panther out of the equation. Satanico gets a good slap from Violencia but manages to dodge his sweet cannonball senton; the horny one landing on his arse. So, it all comes down to the battle of the taches - Pierroth and Markus. There is something indecipherably brilliant about the whole Boricuas-Markus fued that makes it entertaining to watch. I guess you could call it booking. Pierroth holds fat bloke by the arms as one of the peripheral Boricuas - who is either a) a very ugly woman or b) a man with boobs - clambers into the ring. 'She' fires a boot in the direction of Markus' love paraphernalia - only Markus moves and Pierroth feels the brunt of the force in his own knackers. That's two falls straight for Markus and our Puerto Rican friend is pissed. Markus airs a challenge for a hair v hair match in the post match tet-a-tet - a match potentially dripping in FAT! goodness. Aquire this match for the Panther-Satanico bits, for they are the funnest wrestlers in the world.

Zumbido/Loco Max/Nozawa v Olympico/Safari/Ricky Marvin

Loco Max = Apollo Dantescito. It's uncanny. He and Zumbidowski are students of 'Guapo U': ie. wannabe Guapos. The deal is 1) get Zumbi over as a heel, 2) get Marvin over as a face and 3) get a bunch of rookies like Loco on TV. Disturbingly, Zumbido resembles a Mexican Lance Storm - I find it odd that nobody else has ever made this observation. Look at his face.........it's identical. Fortunately, the similarity ends with appearances because we all know that Zumbi rocks and Lancey-boy is a lamoid.

Ooh ah, just a little bit. Ooh ah, a little bit more. Ooh ah, just a little bit. You know what I'm searching for.

Lympie sooooooooooooo has the best music in wrestling.

'Lynne, idea for programme - "The Eurovision Thong Contest 2' hosted by Gina G-String. Channel 5'll do it.'

Safari has a death wish or something; the double suicidal divey thing that he and Lympie do is a cracker.

So, that was that then.

Loco Max rules. He does crazy Eddie Gilberty bumps and stuff all over the place. Much better than that little stinkball Ricky Marvin. Eddie Dantescito ith you wheeeeeeeeeeeel.

She's into superstition, black cats and voodoo dolls.

Safari does the most fucked up move I've ever seen. With his opponent lying on the mat he springs into the air and lands head first in the guys stomach at 90 degrees.

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.

Zumbido sells like a motherfucker for Ricky's overpushed, pretty boy derriere. Marvin does a Minoru Tanaka rolling armbar for two straight tecnico falls. Zumbidowski is pissed and hair match challenges fly out.

Upside, inside out - Livin' la vida loca. Her lips are ruby red and her skin's the colour of mocha. She will wear you out - Livin' la vida loca.

(Of course, between watching this match and writing this I have seen the hair match betweem Ricky and Zumbi - I won't spoil it because it's pretty fucking great. Make sure you watch it though or I'll make you listen to all of '....And Justice For All' without a pissbreak)

Mr Niebla/Mascara Magica/Villano III v Mascara Ano Dos Mill/Black Tiger/Dr Wagner Jr

The good thing about Silver King's gimmick is that he is a Mexican pretending to be Japanese. Only he speaks Spanish and everyone knows that he's Silver King anyway. It's kind of like Mrs Slocam's pussy - if you think about it. Wagner and King plot all evil in the doctor's office. Blue Jam meets EMLL.

Wagner: Come in.

Loco Max: Hello Doctor.

Wagner: Apollo Dantes?

Loco Max: No, Loco Max.

Wagner: Ah, have a seat and sit down.

Loco Max: Thanks.

Wagner: Now what seems to be the problem?

Loco Max: It's my neck - something to do with the Eddie bumps.

Wagner: Yes, and how big's your Jalisco?

Loco Max: Que?

Wagner: Get it out, let's have a look........

Mascara Ano Dos Mil has the stupidest name in wrestling.

1) He has no mask.

2) The year 2000 has been and gone - thus losing all its Buck Rogers lucha coolness.

M2K (titter) is a decent enough wrestler though, even though he gets victimised by the generalisers of Smartsylvania. Black Tiger and Doc beat people up because that's what they do. They even let Mr Dos Mil join in with a boot or two. Silver King busts out one his velocified tope suicidas. Wagner ain't gonna be outdone and unleashes the powerbomb goodness, while Mascara 2000 gets on with some body contorting. This, my friends, was a rudo caida.
That old man Villano Tercera sells his second fall kicking so well that I almost cry for him in girlish sympathy. All the Villanos rule and it's a damn shame that the original Villano, Ray Mendoza recently passed away. The Villanos were pink n' black before those sweaty Canucks ever were! V3 gets his fightback in and Mr Niebla goes motherfuggin' airborne. V3 hits a fucking great swinging DDT and ties the match up. Hoorah!
Villano 3 goes nuts in the third and pulls off the coolest of old bloke topes.....and Mascara 2000 follows suit! Lucha libre - where old guys fly and Tarzan gets high. The concluding Niebla v Wagner exchanges get me all excited like the idiot I am - fast bumpin' and hard slappin'. Wagner takes it with a Michinoku Driver spike type thing and poses like the son of bitch that he is.

Wagner: (into phone) Hello Sarah? Could you ask Dr Cerebro to pop through? Thanks.

Loco Max: Can I stop now?

Wagner: Er, no - just keep that going.

(enter Dr Cerebro)

Dr Cerebro: Oh no, not again.

Shocker/Vampiro/Atlantis v Ultimo Guerrero/Tarzan Boy/Rey Buccanero

'I'm just Lee-Lo from the block' - Me.

This match carried on where the last one left off. I made these unhelpful notes:

- Shocker's 'Guapo U'
- THE MONKEY!
- Another double-sub for GDI's - DQ - (1st caida to techs.)
- Shocker pins UG (Win - 2nd)
- Title chall. to U.Guerrero

I couldn't be arsed piecing that together into a coherant review, so I stole this one by FurryTossers of hairsprayclash.com:

Shocker/Vampiro/Atlantis v Tarzan Boy/Ultimo Guerrero/Rey Buccanero (Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre, 1/03) by FurryTossers.

I've read some reviews of this on the internet but mine is easily the best; although I have only written the first sentence so far. Wow, what a great opening sentence! If you don't think that it was a great sentence you must be an idiot and I'll have to making a condesending comment about you on a message board sometime. Shocker is pretty popular with the ladies of Arena Mexico but he is not as handsome as me. I'm so good looking that I had sex with a girl once - a few years ago. This is turning into a great review. I'm probably the best reviewer on the net. No, that's ridiculous - I'm definitely the best reviewer on the net.
Shocker starts the match with a nice flobbyringoringoramabanana, although the execution lacked the finesse of say Minoru Tanaka's flippyfloppynutsacko. The Guerreros Del Infierno make amends for early mistakes with an impressive double-team bestialporno hold for the what seemed to ostensibly be the first fall. They were however disqualified for breaking the rules, which would never happen in New Japan, and the decision was reversed. This is a motherfucking fantastic piece of wrestling journalism - almost as good as Azumi Hyuga's gogopompomshandylickarana.
The second fall was a curtailment of that wrestling stuff that some people enjoy. Needless to say, I enjoy it on a higher plane than them...but not everyone can be me, sadly. Shocker and Ultimo Guerrero trade a series of boingytammysytchtitties for a couple of near falls. It culminated in a catastrophic, cacophony of contagious contraception when Shocker pinned his foe with the missyhyattssnatch.
This match was good but not as good as me. ***34/79


Indy Sleaze 2k3 BABAY~! by Chris J

Okay, so it’s 5:41pm according to the clock on my computer, which means it’s actually 5:46. Yeah, I know how to change it but it’d be weird, so sue me. Outside, it’s pissing down and there’s thunder and lighting and all things scary, and I so want to watch the sweet lucha that I got a week ago again. But it’s all the way downstairs, and I can’t be arsed. Let’s see. What do I have here where my computer is...I know! Indy Internet Sleaze! Something called ICW Show #33! Good god, I love boring Saturday afternoons where you have nothing better to do than look at indy fed websites and download stuff! Okay, let’s warm up Windows Media Player...

Leilani Kai vs Amber Holly

ALRIGHT! Leilani Kai, former good joshi wrestler who is now FAT on a sleazy internet wrestling indy card in front of about 3 people! I have a funny feeling this match is going to suck simply because these white American women can’t wrestle for anything. Anyway, let’s go. There’s this egotistical Southern yokel wrestler who claims he’s “6 foot, All-American male; I’m the MAAAANN!”. No you aren’t, inbred boy. Heh, he said show. When he says show it sound like “Shuuuuuuuuuuuhw”. Anyway, the girls are down on the mat doing stuff that I can’t really see because the quality of this thing is awful. One thing I can see is that the canvas looks more like a gym mat. Jeez, it’s making waves...the play-by-play guy here seems alright, but the color guy is all shouty and not in a markish Don West way. Then again, when the PBP guy calls an armwringer as an armdrag, he loses all the respect. They talk about how old Kai is. This match is the pits. The color guy messes up a joke about the age of Kai. “Hah, that teach you shtupid Americeen! You not talk about legend Kai like that!” Dear god, kill me now. Amber Holly reverses this armwringer, takes Kai down and gets a two. Yokel guy talks about how that isn’t going to keep down a former “Dubya Dubya Eee” competitor. Don’t you love it when indies have to use the big groups to try and get over? I mean, they’re putting their product down by saying that. After another 9 minutes which seems like 900000000, Leilani wins.

Mike Draven vs Flex Phenom

Don’t ask me to guess which one’s which...please. I’m gonna take a wild guess at the ‘roided up one being Phenom, but I can’t be sure. Flex is a cross between Lex Luger and Lenny Lane. From what I can see (admittedly, not much), he looks like Lane and moves like Luger. He even gives the old stoic powerslams and stuff. Annoying hick guy calls Draven “one tough cuggehhhhh” which translated means one tough cookie. Ooh, Flex is the heel here, choking Draven on the mat, counting with the referee up to four. WOAH! Wait a second! The referee is some fat chick with a mullet! Oh, this gets ten thousand billion stars! Screw you Meltzer! Phenom wins with a Blockbuster, and I’m pleased.

There is another match which lasts ten minutes on the end of this thing, but considering that I can’t see the names of either guy and they do NOTHING interesting I thought screw that. How about some more indy sleaze, this time from Canada?

Arsenal vs Mathy69 (IWS Website thingy)

It’s all clippage baby! The match starts in progress and we see Mathy69 doing some flippy stuff, which reminds me of Euroboy. Having said that, I don’t hate him with a passion as much as other RIMmers, so I don’t care. He hits a nice dropkick on Arsenal, and the bar that they’re performing in are giving it up for this surprisingly decent start to the match. We get a clip halfway through a scoop slam, which is the best way to scream “we’re small time sleaze!” to anybody who’s watching this, and somehow a standing moonsault appears on screen. The fans in the bar start shouting “we want flips” after the next cut, so obviously they’re great technical marks. Yeah right. Nice STF by Arsenal is a slap in the face of the drunken Canadians. I love it. Another clip and some sort of broom/kendo stick is in the ring and Arsenal kills himself by forgetting to flip over during a hurrancanrana from 69 and instead landing on his head. Another clip and a botched split-legged moonsault. They do some stuff with chairs and a goofy looking asai moonsault onto a table which gives both men the opportunity to blade. An Arsenal top rope DDT looks nice, but then we go back to a lame looking DVD onto a chair, which misses. Bleh. The clipping makes this next spot look great, as Arsenal seemingly hurls himself onto a chair knee first for absolutely no reason. We then get some continuity as 69 tries a corkscrew moonsault, but misses and...you guessed it - hurts his knee. There’s a moonsault off a stage thingy which just looks...there and I’m getting bored of IWS. It’s not bad, but not great. Then they go and kill themselves with a superplex to the floor. Nice one lads. Some random makes his way into the ring after a clipping and he and Arsenal hit a double fishermans suplex. Another clip, a Tiger Suplex. 69 uses Fast Eddie’s finisher (a Blockbuster suplex off the top rope, flipping over into the pin), then we cut to another one just because it looks cool. One more clip, now a table is in the ring and 69 is about to taste wood. Lame DVD through the table followed up by another clip and a hurrancanrana then a fishermans buster onto some chairs ends the match. It was there.

Yeah, so now it’s 5:28 on Monday night. Let’s pop in some IWA Mid-South, shall we?

Ian Rotten vs Tarek the Great (IWA:MS, 4th October 2002)

You haven’t seen wrestling until you’ve seen two men wrestle in a white barn which could hold at least 300 people but actually has 24 people in it. Ian Rotten comes out of a door, which is the standard entrance in IWA-MS, saying something about Mark Wolf being the biggest idiot on earth, before personally meeting and greeting each and every fan in the audience. In addition to this, he gives one fine lady in the audience his sexual offerings for free, all the time the announcers telling us that this match will be a submission orientated-match, or, “as the kids call it nowadays, strawng styuhle”. The reason that there are only 24 people in the audience is never explained, but I would presume it is because people don’t want to have to go to this show and the 6th Anniversary Show the day after, if my hearing serves me correctly. They say that they are disappointed at the attendance, as the last show drew 37, so they were expecting more. Immediately, can I say that I’ve fallen in love with IWA-MS. Why? They break kayfabe like there’s no tomorrow, they’re funny, and they don’t care about making fun of themselves. The announcers are a hoot, and the match is great, not because they have a Bret/Owen classic, but because it’s so unorthodox for a Rotten brother that’s it’s impressive. Either that or it’s so bad it’s good. Actually, I might lean towards the second explanation. Heh, this is great. Tarek takes down Rotten and works on the arm. Both men start screaming, and this is great. I’d love to type some more stuff but they keep this armbar locked in, until Tarek reaches the ropes. They spend about 25 seconds on their feet, which is literally the longest period off the mat in the match with the exception of the finish. Some guy ‘backstage’ drops a metal pipe or something, and the announcers (Brent Blades and Jim Fannin) talk about unsupervised children. They plug Smart Mark Video, and SHOOT~! on CZW, before talking about the STOCKED concession stand - candy, orange and strawberry drinks that are clear! CLEAR I SAY! Fannin talks about UPS and how they’re all transsexuals and this gets better. Rotten gets blown up and lets out an exasperated “Ah fuck.” Fannin explains that Rotten and Tarek are in so much pain they are “screaming like a couple of bitches”. Rotten slides out of the ring after a submission (again), checks that he still has one, two and three objects in his pants, before getting back into the ring. Rotten locks in a submission, while the announcers explain why Tarek is constantly screaming fuck. They make a few jokes about commentating, and this really is great. A Rotten headbutt gets the pop of the match, which shows you how brilliant this is. Both men get up after some great MATWORK~!1, but the excitement is stopped when Rotten locks in a cobra clutch, which chokes out Tarek so he can get the three count. Ten billion, zillion stars.

Sonjay Dutt vs Ruckus vs Chris Ca$h

Well, this is my first non-BOTB CZW that I’ve seen, and I get the general impression that we’re gonna see highspots when Ca$h comes out with a ladder wrapped in barbed wire. Sadly, it seems to be in proportion with either his braincells or his schlong, as it is probably 2ft tall, max. Anyway, Sonjay Dutt comes out dancing like a fag next, a normal sized ladder in tow. Ruckus, who is the one person in this match who doesn’t look like a jobber, comes out with a massive ladder, which he places at ringside. You see, this is a ladder match, but pinfalls count. Yep. So the bell rings, the fans start clapping, and Dutt turns into Tatanka. I’m SO not loving this. Ca$h and Ruckus start off the match, managing to mess up an armdrag about 2 minutes into the match. Not good. Ca$h gets his barbed wire ladder into the ring, and places it between two chairs. Ruckus ends up back suplexing Ca$h into the barbed wire, and a huge C-Z-Dub chant starts. Dutt gets rid of the ladder, and places the medium ladder against the corner. He takes an impressive looking back body drop into the ladder, and the match gets back on track. Ca$h really annoys me, as he looks like he’s a really geeky tall kid, which is not brilliant when the ring ropes (in height) at CZW are shorter than anywhere else. Chris Ca$h brings the mega-massive-huge ladder into the match, and the referee smartly holds the ladder until Dutt shoves it over, crotching Ca$h on the top rope. They do an awful spot with the ladder which looks so choreographed, and Dutt ends up colliding with the medium ladder, falling over the top rope and hurting himself a bit. Ca$h tries a boot at Ruckus, but then stands there, which looks awful. Nice tornado DDT by Dutt is good, but then Ca$h slides back into the ring, and, in full view of the camera, starts calling the next lot of spots. Yeah, CZW are professional. Heh. Dutt sandwiches Ca$h between the ladder, and I’m praying he’ll kill the idiot. Ruckus steps in, and does a flippy backspring elbow onto Ca$h in the ladder.

They break the ladder with an inadvertent splash from Dutt followed up by a shooting star press from Ruckus. Ruckus gets a table out, and gets the ring crew to help him set it up, which makes it seem so lame and small time. Ruckus hits a really GREAT move though, and I almost forgive him. Sonjay uses Ruckus for an SSP on Ca$h, but bums out at the last second and they redo the spot, with Ca$h hitting an Ace Crusher while Dutt comes down. Ca$h russian legsweeps Ruckus into a ladder, then calls for a table, to which the ringcrew happily oblige. Big time wrestling, yeah. Ca$h sets up the table, while Ruckus makes a pretty pile of weapons underneath the balcony. A hurricanrana by Dutt goes horribly wrong when the table doesn’t break and Ca$h jars his neck, but they are determined not to do the job to the table, as Dutt hits a tornado DDT which is sloppy beyond belief for the two count. Dutt has a vertical suplex onto the table, just to show it who’s boss, then goes out to meet Ruckus in the aisle. They brawl near the entrance, before going backstage to work out what they’re gonna do in the next spot. Meanwhile, Ca$h sets up another thing in the ring, while Ruckus and Dutt come back out, now knowing what they’re gonna do. Ruckus hits a wallride kick, which is cool, before putting Dutt up near the hard cam. Ruckus follows, and they tease falling into the weapons, before Dutt throws Ruckus into the contraption, which gets the fans creaming. Meanwhile, Ca$h has his props set up for the next spot, and Dutt goes to the ring. A ringcrew guy tells him what Ca$h wants to do, and basically it ends up with Ca$h hitting a NUTS move through the table off a ladder, which surprisingly looks good as the camera gets it as if it’s coming into the TV set. Ruckus is back after hardly selling the big bump he took, and gets the ringcrew to hold the ladder while he hits a 450 off the ladder onto Dutt for the win. This is SO much worse than ten thousand Euroboy matches so I’m dying of highspot hate.


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