Deathmatch Interest Thread 2 (NSFW)

[Egg Shen]

On the subject of blading, there was a funny bit in the new Raven documentary where Dreamer tells the story of agreeing the let an inexperienced Raven cut him for an ECW match. He then proceeds to say how Raven cut him "coast to coast" (ear to ear) resulting in pretty hefty blood loss. The following clip shows Dreamer cutting a promo post match which basically disproves his own claim as he has a small bandage covering the gig mark in his hair line.

Top bullshitter is Dreamer.

[Merzbow]

Hayabusa II is now wrestling internationally and it's in Australia against.... Low-Ki?!?!

 

[Richie Freebird]

As requested by our friend Olly 1984. Thanks for the heads up on this match brother. Bat signal received. 

Lil Sicko vs Nino Extremo, GCW Tournament of Survival 11.

Okay, full disclosure. I've seen hardly anything of GCW and am not familiar with Nino Extremo, but from his entrance alone, you can feel the passion and intensity in this kid. The fans obviously love this boy, as evident by the multiple hugs received from the gore junkie faithful on the way out, sporting his Mexico football shirt and tasty golden pleather kegs. Lil Sicko has competed in a few IWA Deep South shows, so I know his capabilities well enough. From the precious little deathmatch stuff I've seen in the last few years, Sicko has been the standout guy. Again, super passionate, well into his character as a crazy Juggalo clown, and the lad can actually wrestle. A bright light in this dingy little scene. 

Lord have mercy, where do we start with this one. I'm not sure what went down in the rest of the tournament, but the ring was adorned with everything on a deathmatch junkie's Christmas list: Barbed wire doors, ladders, light tube contraptions as far as the mind can bend, some sort of spike protrusion board and good God almighty.... a scaffold. You know this thing is going to be death-defying carnage before the action even begins. 

And what a way it does begin. Young Nino comes careering off the top of the scaffold with a stage-dive, as an off-guard Sicko is still getting acquainted with the sinister surroundings. Of course, multiple light tubes were busted all over Sicko's dirty kisser in the process. No collar and elbow starts in this one, good grief. The guys traded armlocks for a hot minute (shades of WOS?) and then teased a tube bundle shot. Ultimately, it was Nino that ate the glass, courtesy of a hamstring-back bicycle-kick by Sicko the deranged deathmatch Clown. I was loving the madness here in the early going. The crowd were going mental for it. As wrestling fans, we all know how a good crowd can make a great match even better. The GCW attendees were in fine form on this night. Sicko landed some sort of Razor's Edge to Nino and planted him square through a barbed wire door like wasn't no-thang. Amazing intensity in this match.

With blood splattered everywhere already, my jaw was on a one-way trip to the floor as poison-ranas from the top and chair shots clean to the dome started coming out. Business was about to pick up. A massive pane of glass was engineered across two chairs, and both men showed hunger to take advantage of the sadistic setup. After a bit of back and forth, both combatants ended up spring boarding into the ring from opposite sides and tangling up in the air... two bodies careering through the glass, sending shards asunder. The timing had to be pristine on this spot, and pristine it was. Perfect collision, mid air, stomach churning landing. My word, I've missed this stuff. These guys were leaving it all in the ring tonight. Great advert for this promotion and tournament.

Legitimate cries of amazement rang out across Freebird HQ as Nino took to the top with a light tube skateboard (imagine that?) and landed a coast-to-coast light tube skateboard assisted double stomp on Sicko (the clown was already lying prone in the corner, all messed up and covered in light tube corpses from a previous spot). Amazing agility and impact on this one. As crisp as a Steamboat arm-drag. I'm really liking this kid Nino. He just has bags of that youthful energy and passion on full display. Both guys seemingly determined to blow the minds of the fans in attendance. 

Sicko popped the crowd again when he took to the top of the ringside scaffold and threw himself off with a corkscrew forward somersault. Usually you'd expect guys to use a table in spots like this to break the fall somewhat, but not these lads. Bang off the top, directly to the canvas. Some height to be throwing yourself around from. Insane. Even more insane is that Nino kicked out at 2. I was sure this was the match ending climax. 

Recovering from the previous human wreckage, both gentlemen ascended the scaffold again for another slice of barbaric degeneracy. After a brief struggle, Sicko landed an off-the-scaffold Spanish fly into the ring via some sort of light tube log cabin. Smash / bang / wallop. These boys were really turning up the volume here.... I thought it was already at 11, but they switched that dial to 12 when Sicko was launched into a "toothpick board" catching a sickening array of needle like spikes in the back, many of which remained in as the clown peeled himself free from the vomit inducing contraption. Sicko didn't like that one, so returned the favour by crowning Nino in the head and forearms with the toothpick spike board. Both men resembling road-kill porcupines at this point. How much further could they take this thing? This wasn't even the tournament final. The winner would be in desperate need of some reverse-acupuncture to proceed after this one.

Amazingly, Sicko made no attempt to remove any of the toothpicks from his back and right arse cheek. Just ignored his new body mods and set up a massive ladder and log cabin table. The atmosphere almost subdued to a stunned silence as the fans pondered what the hell was next. Somehow, there was a weed-whacker hanging from the ceiling (because deathmatch wrestling) which was retrieved and excitingly struggled over. Eventually Nino gained control of the gardening gadget and sliced up the clown good, who was sitting astride the pinnacle of the ladder. Total barbarity at this point. You heard the sound of the flexi blades colliding with Sicko's flesh, sending sweat, blood and God knows what else flying across the Showboat Hall. 

Sicko sat prone, body covered in spikes, weed-whacked into next week, and no doubt splintered with smithereens. Nino, determined to end this madness, climbed the other side of the ladder with bad intent. Things didn't look good for the circus Juggalo. Nino hooked his man by the neck, gathering every once of remaining strength, and sent him souring through the sky with what I can only describe as a ladder-top flipping, sit out neck breaker. The pair crashed clean through the previously set up log cabin table as glass exploded into the night. Nino hooked the pin, the ref smacked 3.... my friends, this one's over. 

Pure brilliance, as the building erupted into cheers. Nino celebrated his gruesome victory with a cold beer and some Mexican flag brandishing. The atmosphere sounded electric in the Showboat hall in Atlantic City. Nice to hear that the loyal fans are keeping the old deathmatch tradition of sounding an air-horn when big spots land. I almost heard echoes of historical CZW commentator John House screaming "Someone call 911!"...  Delightfully devilish Seymour. Thanks again for the recommendation Olly.