Richie Freebird

Fair play Keithy, that's what I get for copy / pasting a previous typo. 😅 **Quickly edits about 5 previous posts**

No way man, I was literally writing the above when you posted....

IWA Deep South - Southern Outlaws 05 May 24 Warning: This review contains NSFW imagery. Please click away now, unless you are in a comfortable and appropriate setting to proceed... Next out, the amazingly named Tommy Trainwreck took on Kato the Controversial, backed by his goth girlfriend Naomi Nightmare, a classy couple if ever we saw one. As per tradition, the plunder was out right away, with these boys jumping straight to 11 with bats of all descriptions, drawing pins, gusset plates, and even goth spikes. All of which were unceremoniously embedded into forehead flesh. Once again the commentary men were on fine form, proclaiming the combatants to be "carved up like a thanksgiving goose". You've got to love it. Trainwreck's sweaty bald cranium was adorned with drawing pins, finished off with a barbed wire bat to the forehead. Kato in turn took the now classic wooden skewer to the top of the head spot. Its wild how stuff this crazy is almost scène à faire in deathmatches these days. That being said, its still widely entertaining (if you like that sort of thing). The maniacal mayhem continued as both men traded gusset plates to the arm and shoulder. Boy, those things just stick right in there. Wild weaponry for sure. Puncturing flesh like no one's business. Limbs were leaking like working men's club urinals. Nuisance Naomi Nightmare tried to get involved by holding Trainwreck in prone position for a baking tray to the skull segment, only for the big man to duck, leaving a bewildered Kato to sconne his own Mrs and send her careering to the forest floor. As the befuddlement unravelled, Kato found himself primed for a sweet death valley driver from the apron to the outside. This being IWA Deep South, his journey to the ground did not go uninterrupted. The fall was (of course) broken by a light tube board, set up over 2 chairs. Really entertaining match here. These guys just sliced each other into next week solely for our viewing pleasure. Following this match, some sort of alarm / siren could be heard for a while, and as the camera panned the scene, a few of the fans were holding their hands up as if being threatened by a fire arm. The commentary desk went silent and quiet murmurings of intrigued confusion ensued. It became apparent that police had actually turned up at the event. A couple of them walked momentarily into camera shot, called the promoted over and then moved away, the flashing blue lights of their vehicles visible through the trees. I think a lot of people were wondering "what the fuck?" at this point. Audible speculation on a rival calling them could be heard through the camera mics, and the ring team started unravelling a big tarpaulin from a trailer. Were they shutting the gig down or what? It sure looked like they were considering bagging the show up at this point. Nobody seemed to understand how to proceed. At this point I was wondering whether this was a work (we're so used to seeing fake cops and security at wrestling shows, and look at the state of those officers), but do IWA Deep South really have the budget for hiring imitation police vehicles only to hide them behind trees and not hype the whole deal up on commentary? After about 10+ minutes of nervous chatter and confusion, Angel of Death John Rare got into the ring and started cutting a promo. Bry White came out for what ended up being his second battering of the afternoon. White and Rare started smashing glass over each other's heads, with White taking more than the lion's share of the kicking. After a short while, White seemed to declare "fuck this" and just got out of the ring. I mean, there was a reff standing around here watching the violence unfold. Was this supposed to be an impromptu match? Goodness knows. As the Deathmatch Juggalo was staggering away, contemplating his decision to enter the ring with Rare, Bryant Woods turned up and flexed his muscles at the Angel of Death who then also just got out of the ring and walked off covered in blood. Not sure what this segment was supposed to be. It almost felt like Rare had jumped in and started ad-libbing to keep the show going whilst the promoter dealt with the Cops. I don't know what decisions were made or how they got rid of them, but somehow, this gorefest was allowed to continue after the bust... The next 10-15 minutes of stalling was covered on screen by pre taped XPW promos, presumably while the ring crew resumed proceedings for the next match while the promoters ensured the Five-0 had been sent permanently packing... More to come my friends. I hope you've enjoyed this review so far and had yourselves a wonderful bank holiday weekend.

To be honest I'm not entirely sure. They've always had really small crowds for these shows, even in comparison to the likes of ToD which (at least back in the day) is/was a very similar product. Its a really niche style though, especially these days (its 20 years since the scene peaked in relevance). The locations seem remote too, so possibly all things combined leads to a modest live audience? I know ToD used to be held on private land, so it will have been easier to promote. With these guys not advertising the location, and with the kind of product they're creating, it makes me wonder whether these shows are bordering on the edge of legality. They seem a lot more focused on promoting the stream these days, which indicates that they are focused on recouping expenses through PPV buys, now that DVD sales are largely a thing of the past. That being said, the 2023 Carnage Cup did come out on Blu-Ray, believe it or not...

IWA Deep South - Southern Outlaws 05 May 24 Warning: This review contains NSFW imagery. Please click away now, unless you are in a comfortable and appropriate setting to proceed... Somewhere deep in the sun belt forest. 25 rabid fans, thinly spread amidst the trees, tents, camping chairs and foliage... hungrily anticipating a scumfuck showdown. The venue location was mysteriously absent from the event poster for this meet. Lord knows how they run these shows, but you get the vibe of the early illegal rave scene in the cloak and dagger nature of the promotion. The Southern sun was gloriously beating down on the beautiful greenery surrounding the crudely improvised ringside area. Camera men, ring attendants and production crew were busily milling around the scene like ants in a colony of debauchery. Deathmatch mic-man mainstay Larry Legend was in the house (or rather, the clearing in the trees) as usual, and welcomed the slender selection of sweaty supporters to the show, with his patented obscene lyrical stylings. The first match saw self proclaimed Juggalo King Brian White vs Jimmy Controversy, who was doing some sort of no-frills Stg. Slaughter / Police man gimmick. Fork boards, light tubes and other senseless scatterings of junk adorned the grotty ring canvas for the opening slugfest. The grubby little brawl was only in progress for a few minutes, before Deep South deathmatch nutcase Obey turned up with (presumably) his Mrs. and laid waste to White with an Umaga style running hip attack in the corner. Police man themed Controversy then capitalised on the butchery by manufacturing some repulsive, two-bit controversy of his own, when he knelt on his opponent's neck American Police style, and then handcuffed his man behind the back. With the wank handles tied up, White took an old timey belt whipping, with the redneck commentator balling out such classics a "shades of my step father" and "ugly as a modern art masterpiece". You just have to love those whimsical Deep South analogies that seem to go hand in hand with the sweet, comforting dialect of the contemporary Hill William. To bring this hot mess to a close, Lil Sicko (who was my absolute standout star of the Carnage Cup Weekend) came out with his merry band of clown college dropouts and interrupted the fight. Lil Sicko put a beating on Controversy and finished him off with a second rope springboard Snow Plow through a 'door over chairs' contraption, after which the pinfall was conceded. Sicko took to the mic and explained that police impersonator Controversy had previously insinuated that Juggalo Lives don't matter..... Jesus man how trashy is all this? Sicko then twatted White for good measure and proclaimed him not a proper Juggalo. After all, he was beaten to a pulp and didn't even have face paint on..... So that's two, multi person run ins and a fucky finish in the first match. Deep South style baby. Larry Legend then resumed his carny hype man schtick for a few minutes, while attendants cleared up the ring ready for the next match. Legend seems to have been around the deathmatch scene for as long as I can remember and genuinely appears love it. He clearly has a strong personality and probably could have gone further in pro wrestling if he chose a more mainstream direction for his character. He's great at keeping these slapdash events flowing during intervals and keeping the people engaged during the re-setting of the ring, which is obviously an integral part of these gatherings. Anyway... Next match - John Allistar Wilson (in his very first deathmatch appearance) squared off with Jamie Richards. The commentators made several references to these two wrestling straight matches several times across various other promotions, but never in an environment like the Deep South theatre of mischief. It seemed obvious that Wilson was hesitant to use the trash and preferred a straight bout. How then, did Richards get the weaponry flowing? Why, by leathering himself several times in the chest with a drawing pin bat of course. Lunacy! The match began to flow with some cool shit like a light tube assisted Russian legsweep and some other reasonable moves. After some back and forth with the plunder and really stiff punches and head butts, the finish came when Richards hit some sort of One Winged Angel variant through a barbed wire door over chairs piled up with light tubes. Really cool looking finish to be fair. This was one clunky, ugly, rough housing trash. But I love it. Match 3 saw Obey face off with Riot Jake Andrews in a double face paint affair. The ref here looked utterly bizarre. Full body striped leotard with black undies over the top looking like a cosplaying pensioner channelling the in ring fashion sense of Andy Kaufman (but I digress). Assorted gimmick bats and other doss pot deviancy lay in wait of these two mentalists, and they got to work right away with some cool spots. Tube bundles to the head, back and arms, bat shots of all descriptions. Obey's arm and back got slashed up in a fountain of claret. This however failed to stop him trying to hang Andrews with a leather belt on the outside. During this spot, commentary hit a new low, when Legend proclaimed the notion of a hangman's noose "so fitting for the Deep South"... ouch. Really dark reference there if he's channelling what we all think he's channelling. Legend is himself a black man, for info. Harking back to the mystery of the location, the Hillbilly commentator described his given directions as "4th meth lab on the left" to which Larry Legend rebutted "management said to stop mentioning where we are". I really wonder what the crack is here. Obviously they have no right being wherever they set this fiendish festival up and probably don't want those watching the live stream to call the authorities. Back to the match, and the mistresses of both wrestlers got into a disagreement, looking like a pair of semi indecently exposing, overweight, early 2000s goths after too much Frosty Jack. The tussle ended with one of the low rent ladies gozzing in Riot's face, leading him stumbling back into the ring in a haze of disorientation. Wild man Obey took full advantage of the poison gozz mist confusion and hit a juicy running cross body and top rope elbow for the 3. Tasty bout here for the gorehound junky. Grimy as muck for the layperson. I need a wash. Following this match, the clean up / reset time was filled with a couple of live promos on the house mic, however between the drawl and the echo on the mics, I couldn't understand a word. Everyone's least favourite reincarnation of Hillbilly Jim - The Hardcore Hillbilly was out next, taking on someone called The Body. Commentators sold The Body's appearance at Deep South as an unadvertised surprise, and the scrawny little dude rocked out in a crop top and ripped fishnet tights. Body must have been 8 stone wet through, compared to Hardcore's more than ample frame, to put it kindly. This one got nasty quicker than a hiccup, and was one heinously one sided. Hardcore mercilessly whipped Body with carpet strip bundles, light tubes, gusset plate boards over chairs. The Body was drowning in his own blood just minutes into this stomach churning affair, and sold the brutality really professionally. Soon after, Body found himself being dunked through barbed wire boards, and lit the fuck up with a massive roll of fire crackers, which Hillbilly sparked up and threw at his pulp beaten opponent. Body was selling the multiple explosions and understandably trying to keep just enough distance that he didn't get blown up. This however was insufficient for Hardcore, who booted the remaining fireworks right under Body's mid section, to finish off the despicable display. Once the explosives were spent, Hardcore produced a bucket (not a flimsy velvet bag, a full sized bucket) of drawing pins and filled the ring with the glittering little bastards. A Bossman-esque sidewalk slam ensued, and Hardcore grabbed his man in a guillotine right after. The ref had seen enough at this point and waved off the match. Not sure if a submission was secured (Body appeared to tap) but the match was announced as a referee stoppage. Following the match, The Body grabbed the house mic in a hysterical display of emotion, decrying Hardcore Hillbilly and sating that he was done with deathmatches and done with the promotion. This seemed quite heartfelt. I'm not familiar with his character, but maybe Hillbilly took a bit more liberty than previously agreed out there. It certainly bordered on the uncomfortable at times. Wild stuff my friends. I hope you've enjoyed this review of the opening bouts at Southern Outlaws. Please stay tuned for more from this dirty, unhinged, outlaw mud bath.

Welcome to the new Deathmatch Interest threadAfter not having watched any wrestling (aside from the live shows I attend) in a couple of months; I decided to pick up IWA Deep South's most recent offering to get me back into the mood for the summer's deathmatch tournaments. A Tournament of Death review could follow when my DVDs arrive, if there is still any interest in discussing this dirty little sub genre.I'd like to keep the intentions and tone of this thread similar to the last one we had last year. Intelligent discussion, and the sharing of thoughts and reviews. Mud slinging and name calling is unnecessary. We all know this stuff is horrible, shit and that we are cunts for liking it, so please do not read on if you are likely to be upset offended by deathmatches. We're not trying to justify it, glorify it or convert anyone here.Here we go then...IWA Deep South Cage of Carnage 2013Ah yes, this looks like wholesome children's entertainment...On the 16th March 2013, IWA Deep South presented its Cage of Carnage show. I haven't really been keeping up with the promotion's happenings since last year's Carnage Cup event, so can't provide you with much of a back story. With that in mind, lets just crack straight on with the action from Sylacauga Alabama.Jake Manning vs Joe HoganManning came out doing his ever so slightly creepy