Deathmatch Interest Thread 2 (NSFW)

[Tamura]

On 11/6/2023 at 11:50 PM, Merzbow said:

I might have to give it a watch, I've been binging on older deathmatches recently thanks to that Blake lad on YouTube.

What's his channel like these days? I helped him out with some footage he needed for the History of the Circus Deathmatch video and another that currently escapes me, but upon actually watching one he had the most incredibly irritating tendency of telling you what was about to happen instead of commentating on what just happened.

[Merzbow]

7 minutes ago, Tamura said:

he had the most incredibly irritating tendency of telling you what was about to happen instead of commentating on what just happened

That's exactly what he does, I think I've weirdly gotten used to it though.

[LEGIT]

Hate death match wrestling but always nice to see Richie about here posting. Welcome back big man

[Dai]

17 hours ago, Merzbow said:

That's exactly what he does, I think I've weirdly gotten used to it though.

The same! It's a strange way of doing a video but I've gotten used to it too. His insight is restricted to 'Dude that shit was INSANE'. It's plenty of rare stuff in great quality though, and he does chuck in replays too, so it's a good watch. I just always avoid the interviews afterward and the ridiculous 5 minute name checking of his patron members, not sure why he thinks anyone would watch a bunch of names being read out. 

[Richie Freebird]

IWA Deep South Carnage Cup Weekend 2023 - Day 2 matches

Warning: This review contains NSFW imagery. Please click away now, unless you are in  a comfortable and appropriate setting to proceed...

Day 2 in McKenzie Tennessee and we have a bottom rope. Almost an actual, finished wrestling ring here. Who would have thought it. Unfortunately, the bottom rope was probably the most entertaining thing about the first match of the afternoon. A toilet themed elimination tag opened the day's action, dubbed the "Shit-Vivor Series Deathmatch". And shit it really, really was. Two bowel movement themed teams came out under the vulgar names Nation of Defecation and Turdy World Order, as the ring was adorned with thumbtack plungers, toilet seats, toilet roll wrapped ropes, and other, more conventional deathmatch weaponry. 

The shit-fest scene was set when Larry Legend announced the wrong names as the first team came out. We had such delightful characters in this one as Turdy, Demon Turdy, Bullshit, Nikolai Cash, Mikey Myers, Redneck Rebel (looking like a malnourished Rob Zombie) and Boriss Dukee. I'm not going to even try to take you through which team was which, or which wrestler was supposed to represent what. All you need to know is that they were all forgettable, trashy garbage. The ref also had an evil clown mask on. Not sure if this was a character, guest ref or they were just embarrassed to be involved. Do you remember those old Backyard Wrestling DVDs that came out around the turn of the century, when popular culture was deep into its Jackass / car crash TV phase? Well my friends, this match made those things look like second coming of Flair vs Steamboat.

I was going to talk you through the eliminations, but there would be little value in doing so. Lets save ourselves some sanity and jump straight to the finish. Team leaders Nikolai Cash and Boris Dukee were the last two idiots left out there. Both were overweight, immobile and terrible. Dukee was sent off the apron into a contraption of tubes and wire on the floor, in a very hesitant and clumsy looking fall. It took Cash about 2 minutes to get out of the ring due to apparent mobility issues, with the delay giving Dukee enough time to scrounge a half hearted kick out. Back in the ring, the refs were setting up a pane of glass over chairs and ladder. I became legitimately worried here, as neither men looked like they could survive a decent spot using these gimmicks... 

My concern for the welfare of these clowns escalated when a second ref started chucking lighter fluid on the glass. There was a delay in setting up the spot though, and it the accelerant apparently evaporated before ignition. In the end, the ref settled for lighting what looked to be a screwed up bit of bogroll, as Cash tried to do a double stomp through the pane from about the second rung of the ladder. Now, usually in these spots the victim would be below the gimmick, to eat the double stomp... right? Well, in this bizarre case, Cash just seemed to jump though the glass, not really hit his man at all, miss the part where the flaming bogroll was ablaze, collapse to the floor, and then lost the match. That's right, the man doing the "move" actually took the pinfall here, when Dukee rolled over and slapped an arm across. Absolute dogshit. 

The action here was sloppier than the faeces it was personifying. If you do pay for this show, extend yourself a favour and skip over this one. Nothing at all to see here. I've no idea what they were trying to achieve, but it was neither funny, nor entertaining. Not one to demonstrate to your non-wrestling fan friends if they ever ask what you are into. Now lets all move on and pretend this pile of puke never happened.

Throughout the two day show, intermissions were filled with music video hype packages for forthcoming XPW shows. At first I found these to be marginally interesting little clip reels of action, promoting wrestlers and hyping up shows, set to such musical acts as Pantera, Slipknot and Marilynn Manson. Early 2000s goth much? Again, the clips were well edited and had some bigger names than we were seeing in this show, so they seemed fairly cool. On Day 2 though, it was becoming tiresome. 20 minutes of the same shit rolling between each match had lost its novelty. I wonder what the flow of the weekend felt like for the few that made the pilgrimage out to the woods. It was probably worse for the TV viewer, to be honest. Everyone is okay with setup times between bands at festivals aren't they? I guess this was just a blood and guts, grassroots festival of trashy violence, after all 

Anyway, back to action. Mercifully, business was about to pick up in McKenzie Tennessee. I surely needed the filthy taste from the previous match washing out of my mouth here, and Sick Boy & Tarzan Duran were the men to do it. Ropes were hooked up with light tubes, in what was billed as the "Stairway to Hell" match. Sick Boy came out looking fairly fresh despite his contribution to the tournament on Day 1, while Tarzan arrived smoking a cannabis cigarette, much to the amusement of the commentators. It would turn out to be the first of many. Tarzan sparked up at least 3 more fresh blunts during the contest, and kind of kept them going between moves, in sequences which reminded me of the Orange Cassidy hands in pockets spot. Persistent, cheeky disobedience. Maybe that's a stretch but the comparison crossed my mind here. 

Much better match, this one. The wrestlers seemed to have more freedom and less time constraints today. With the entire tournament crammed into Day 1, it seemed we were in for some more free-flowing Sunday action. Notable spots included a suplex through a light tube frame contraption on the outside which looked really good (again, if you like that sort of thing) and the finish which came with a death valley driver through a board on the inside, with Sick Boy picking up the victory. I'm not sure if the board was gimmicked, as the neck-reddening sun caused some glare off the board which obscured the specifics. Either way, this was a fun and entertaining affair and benefited from being awarded space to generate the story of battle. 

 

Next match, 2/3 falls match. Many of the unused light tube ropes were left up for this one and combined with ladders, chairs, pains of glass and spiked bats. Contestants here were Jay Blade, and Little Sicko (fresh off his comprehensive beating at the hands of Brant Woods in last night's final, and sporting a juicy fresh bruise on the left shoulder blade to boot). Again, time constraints seemed looser, and the combatants began the match with submission holds, spinning head scissor takedowns and brainbusters, which were scattered between light tube headbutts and other such debauchery. Jolly good action in the early going. 

Blade took the first loss as Sicko planted him with a move whose name I don't know. Cradle back / neck breaker over knee, of sorts. A nice looking move, however celebration time was cut short when sicko ate a gruesome looking gusset plate to the head spot (which was as gory as it was spectacular). The outlandish thuggery was building nicely. At one point, a female fan burst a tube bundle over Jay Blade's back, which seemed bang out of order. It may have been a plant or pre-agreed, but it made little sense, if it was. The carnage continued though and the score was evened out at 1-1 after a inner to outer superplex through chairs and glass was followed up with a grapevine rear naked for the tap. 

 

We got some crazy action in the 3rd fall, as both men climbed up to the top of the increasingly blood splattered U-Haul rental truck. The 20+ fans came alive as these two traded setups atop the vehicle, before Sicko got planted on the roof with a really cool powerbomb. I'm not sure how well built these things are but that must have come close to fucking up the lid of the van. I guess these guys wouldn't be the ones paying for it... Jay Blade then climbed down and picked up a big bundle of loose tubes to head back toward the truck with. His plans would be foiled in breath taking fashion however, when Little Sicko came flying off the top with a cross body press. Glass everywhere, lacerations instantly opened in Blade's chest. 3 count, good night. 

Easily match of the weekend so far. These guys took their time, told the story and built to the big spots. The use of vocalisations and hype up gestures added a level of emotion into the contest too, which can sometimes be overlooked in shorter matches. Really good one this, the day was building nicely. 

 

I hope you've enjoyed this analysis of the first half of Day 2, please stay tuned for the conclusion of the Carnage Cup Weekend

 

Edited May 6, 2024 by Richie Freebird
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[Richie Freebird]

On 11/10/2023 at 5:25 PM, LEGIT said:

Hate death match wrestling but always nice to see Richie about here posting. Welcome back big man

Thank you for the kind words my friend. 

[Richie Freebird]

IWA Deep South Carnage Cup Weekend 2023 - Day 2 Main Event Matches

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Co-main event of the weekend time now as we find ourselves at the Spidar Boodrow Memorial 8-man Gauntlet. Rules are: Numbers drawn before the bout, single elimination by pinfall, submission or stoppage (no over the top eliminations), two men in the fight at any one time. Weaponry of all manner is not just legal, but encouraged... Lets quickly run down the combatants in order of appearance > Mack Ten, Redneck Rebel, Billy Moore, Obey, Hardcore Hillbilly, Jimmy Controversy (what a name), and Brian White.

With the stipulation and gimmicks on hand, I quite fancied a decent match here. Redneck Rebel (looking like he'd just returned from a particularly rough night at the House of 1000 Corpses) was in viciously assertive form in the early going. The balding Redneck smashed his way through the first 2 rounds rather one-sidedley, ensuring that he put sufficient glass and wire around the craniums of Mack Ten and Billy Moore. The latter tasted a rocket launcher off the top through a multi stacked glass and chair setup on the outside. Moore would honour the ding, whether he liked it or not.  

The methodical pace was switched up slightly as certified mentalist Obey joined the match with a haymaker trade-off. After some boisterous battery, Redneck was given his marching orders by way of tube assisted dropkick. Its worth mentioning again here that Obey came out sans shoes & socks to a ring already sparkling with smithereens.... and then chose a dropkick through glass tubes as the logical finishing manoeuvre. Questionable tactics. 

Next out, shades of Haystacks Callhoun as the rotundly dungareed Hardcore Hillbilly joined the ruckus. Hardcore put his own stamp on affairs by bashing Obey's painted head in with a rubbish bin and lid. There seemed a little more weight in this bin than the ones we saw on television back in the day, which added additional grimace to the already wince inducing shots. Following some sound southern scuffling, the bin was flattened out like a McVittie's wafer after Hillbilly mangled it (along with his man Obey) with a ramshackle Vader bomb.

Obey's exit was Jimmy Controversy's entrance, as the gusset plates came into effect. Jimmy was on a mad one here, drawing light bulb bats and other spiky shenanigans with bad intentions. All of his early enthusiasm counted for little though, as big Hillbilly scattered the drawing pins and pancaked his man with a Bossman style sidewalk slam. A high energy round here, all things considered. 

Final man out was Brian White. Whitey strode out to the old ICP penned Oddities theme, and was introduced by Larry Legend as the Deathmatch Juggalo (makes sense). Back in the ring, Hardcore took White's entrance as a chance to spark up a quick ciggy. The Hillbilly had chonged more than half, before extinguishing the remainder across Brian's scarred forehead. Unpleasant, yes. Unnecessary? Of course not, its the Spidar Boodrow Memorial 8-man Gauntlet deathmatch, after all! 

I thought this might have been a short night for Bry when big Hardcore got another bin out and flattened it over him by way of back senton. White was treated to more though, when he was hoisted off the ring apron through a light tube, wood frame contraption on the outside. Scary bump this, as White elected to take the impact armpit first. And, we all know how light tubes to the armpit has ended in the past (see Nick Gage, Tournament of Death VIII). 

This was only enough for a 2 count however, and White regained his marbles and headed back to the ring. Once inside, the Deathmatch Juggalo jumped on Hillbilly's back for a tightly gripped rear naked choke. The plucky little guy hung on commendably, despite taking a back bump under the considerable torso girth of his opponent. Eventually, the the arm dropped thrice, and White was declared winner. The two finalists shared a handshake as Brian was decorated with a plaque, commemorating the victory. I really enjoyed this one. Thousands wouldn't, but I found it good quality fun throughout, with gears switching as entrants came and went. Happy days. 

 

Main Event Time. No rope barbed wire deathmatch. Chuey Martinez vs Blaine Evans. 

So, the final match of the weekend of Carnage is upon us. Lets see if these boys can send the small crowd back to reputable society happy. The two shared a beer and some marijuana in the ring before the opening bell. Perhaps toasting another tasteless tournament's addition to the history books. The sun was dipping at this point, though not yet fully depleted. Visually, the rays of brilliance of the earlier matches had faded. It kind of felt like time to get this show wrapped up, so that we weren't relying on the fan's vehicles for lighting, again. The boys got right to it, beating glass over each other until the first big spot of the match arose.

Martinez (looking like a long lost Dudley, owing to his army shorts, dorky glasses and portly frame) chucked Blaine off the ring with a modified hip-toss, sending his man careering through a glass covered table, in what was a satisfying smash. This led to some wild fisticuffs and tube'icuffs on the outside, where the brawling remained for the next several minutes.

 

A distinctive spot occurred when Chuey set a board of forks across Evans's prone torso and went for a back senton. Only, Evan's flipped the board, mid flight, giving Martinez a royal cutlery jabbing of his own. Further glass fracturing transpired, with Chuey not wishing to spare a single tube. The curtain finally dropped on the weekend's transgressions, when Martinez delivered a flying death valley driver from the ring to the floor (through a barbed wire frame contraption, set up over chairs, embellished with plentiful florescent tubes). 

 

Evans was a blood ridden shambles at the conclusion of the contest. Crimson streaming down the back of his neck and shoulders. Chuey diced him up good in this ungraceful, yet somehow mutually respectable showdown. A decent match to conclude the weekend, by my account at least. Not the finest bout on the card by any means (that honour stays firmly with Little Sicko vs Jay Blade), but a conclusive sentiment to send the fans home satisfied. 

In totality, I very much enjoyed the two shows of this year's Carnage Cup. Really fun matches across both days (save for the Shit-Vivor Series craptacular). Just a good feeling to be back into the old scene, and to be enjoying fat hillbillies cutting each other up again. Fans of the style or not, I hope you've enjoyed this analysis as much as I've enjoyed putting it together. Thanks for your time, friends. Have a wonderful day. 

 

Warrior of the weekend - Little Sicko. The boy performed his heart out. 

Edited May 6, 2024 by Richie Freebird
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[Richie Freebird]

 

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. 

 

 

Edited May 6, 2024 by Richie Freebird

[NeverYield]

Absolute carnage.

[Donald J Trump]

What's the deal with the gate, is it limited by design with a focus on getting eyes on the product through other means or is it just sparsely attended?

[Richie Freebird]

50 minutes ago, Donald J Trump said:

What's the deal with the gate, is it limited by design with a focus on getting eyes on the product through other means or is it just sparsely attended?

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... 

[NeverYield]

Definitely reckon they could land in some bother running them shows and thats why they keep it tight gate wise

Good grief just had a Google, never thought I'd see Carnage Cup on Blu-Ray ?

[Devon Malcolm]

Have any of these shows ever been busted by the cops and shut down live on air? I'd have thought it must have happened somewhere by now.

[Richie Freebird]

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. 

Edited May 6, 2024 by Richie Freebird

[Richie Freebird]

11 minutes ago, Devon Malcolm said:

Have any of these shows ever been busted by the cops and shut down live on air? I'd have thought it must have happened somewhere by now.

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