A Rebel Star Review of Hardcore Revolution
Jun 8, 2022 14:43:41 GMT -6
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Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 8, 2022 14:43:41 GMT -6
So the show kicks off with the usual fanfare. Got the song, got the pyro, got the screaming fans and shots of signs. I always got a kick out of fan signage before the shows. I really dug the Only Fans one and the one saying she’s still sweet to me dammit! Gave me a little chuckle. Aiello and Bennet are on point, introducing the show as always.
First up is a segment by my pal Chels from SRW cutting a promo. She’s talking about her two championship wins, but I’d not have focused on that at all, not in the biggest company in the world. Here, EWC comes first and she’s gotta’ learn that. Their match came and for an opener, it was really solid. Chels showed she could go, but Gabi had her number from the word go. Angelrana, 1,2,3, boom and done.
Highlight: That sweet sweet springboard tope 450 by Chels to the outside. Beautiful dive with an always ugly landing but you can’t ask for a better spot.
Then we get some promo action from Iggy Swango promoting her latest album. Been thinking about seriously getting that one. Her last one was pretty alright, but what the fuck! She gets hit from behind by some masked assbag making her drop her fancy drink and then they run away. Hit from behind and run, classic tactics of a weakass fuck. Moving on.
Second match of the card, Dio taking on Sour Candy. Now I’m not sure when Candy went sour, but I was surprised to see Darius out on commentary. Hey sometimes it gets boring in the back and you gotta’ kill time somehow. Shit got pretty bloody, no lie. Weapons, dirty tricks, and hell they even had like a cart full of superheated candy, flour fireballs…. goddamn this business is crazy. In the end, it seemed like Dio was kinda’ shocked by what he’d done. Candy was burned, covered in rapidly drying melted candy, and just absolutely devastated.
Highlight: That sick reversal of a sidewalk slam into a hurricanrana into the turnpost by Candy. Jesus that looked painful and cool as fuck all at the same time.
They have a commercial to clean up the ring and the mess of that match, we got the Halo Syndicate taking on the Eleos Affect. This match had the rules roulette stip where basically a roulette wheel kinda’ decided everyone’s fate going into this thing. First roll got us a Tornado Tag, which went pretty solid back and forth, chaotic but free flowing as all tornado tags do until the second roll got us an Inferno match, which ended in a surprisingly fast reroll into a Street Fight. They slug it out, beat the shit out of each other with anything they can for a few minutes until the next roll. The final stip was a finisher match. Antoni promptly hits his finisher and it’s over. Just like that. KU’s ‘tude at the end is a bit understandable. Kinda’ did come across as a hollow win given just how crazy that shit was. Gimme a satisfying pinfall or tap out anyday over that.
Highlight: It was all over the place. I’d have to say that drop-toe hold onto the steel chair looked nasty. The way Carrie hit that sumbitch? Ow… just had to say that.
Me and Caleb’s match was intense. I already said so much and gushed about how this match was probably one of the best of my career to date. Caleb Scott, you are a trooper my dude. We beat the living FUCK out of each other, bled until there was no more blood in us and then squeezed out a few more pints just to make it to the finish line.
Highlight: Since this was my match, I’ll say the Graveplot spot where he knocked me stupid. I legit didn’t remember anything of the match after he hit but looking back? Liquid smooth execution. You can’t ask for better
While I was “celebrating” my unconsciousness in the ring, Caleb has a confrontation with that Amon guy and he plants the motherfucker. Good on him. Dude’s a douchebag.
As they were scraping what was left of me off the canvas from that FX Match, you got Xavier Ried in the locker room and he’s dishing out some anger at the Flipster Hipster. Now straight up, I don’t know the full beef, but damn does Xavie tell a story about all the people he’s broken and bodies left in his wake. You know, no lie, I’d have betted on Xavier before the Main Event because dude just had all this raw aggression that’s hard to beat buuuuuuut….
In comes the main event, inferno match for the International Championship. Someone’s getting burned the fuck up in this match. Gabi V steps out as the special guest ref, though I don’t know what you’d need a ref for when the goal is for one dude to set another dude on fire, but anyways, so we got this match going down. It starts out pretty solid, they’re really going at each other. The two go for a pele kick at the same time and kick the shit out of each other’s shins. I winced at that because man, that kinda’ shit, even through a kickpad, fucking HURTS. So anyways, the fans are chanting Peach Gelato and Riedy Sucks, all the to tune of these two just beating the ever loving hell out of each other. I’m loving it. They go to the outside, somehow without getting lit up, and wouldn’t you know it? Peachy G’s right there waiting in the crowd and that slap to Ried’s face? Like a gunshot heard ‘round the world!
This was a good, solid, long match as appropriate for one of it’s importance. The International Championship is no joke and those two fought, bled, and damn near died at least twice going for it. King Flip just had Xavier’s number and served him a big L sandwich after a big finish and a foot in the fire. New International Champion crowned, King Flipster Hipster is your winner!
Highlights: I got to give it to Peach Gelato for that slap. I just did not see that shit coming. Ha ha ha!
First up is a segment by my pal Chels from SRW cutting a promo. She’s talking about her two championship wins, but I’d not have focused on that at all, not in the biggest company in the world. Here, EWC comes first and she’s gotta’ learn that. Their match came and for an opener, it was really solid. Chels showed she could go, but Gabi had her number from the word go. Angelrana, 1,2,3, boom and done.
Highlight: That sweet sweet springboard tope 450 by Chels to the outside. Beautiful dive with an always ugly landing but you can’t ask for a better spot.
Then we get some promo action from Iggy Swango promoting her latest album. Been thinking about seriously getting that one. Her last one was pretty alright, but what the fuck! She gets hit from behind by some masked assbag making her drop her fancy drink and then they run away. Hit from behind and run, classic tactics of a weakass fuck. Moving on.
Second match of the card, Dio taking on Sour Candy. Now I’m not sure when Candy went sour, but I was surprised to see Darius out on commentary. Hey sometimes it gets boring in the back and you gotta’ kill time somehow. Shit got pretty bloody, no lie. Weapons, dirty tricks, and hell they even had like a cart full of superheated candy, flour fireballs…. goddamn this business is crazy. In the end, it seemed like Dio was kinda’ shocked by what he’d done. Candy was burned, covered in rapidly drying melted candy, and just absolutely devastated.
Highlight: That sick reversal of a sidewalk slam into a hurricanrana into the turnpost by Candy. Jesus that looked painful and cool as fuck all at the same time.
They have a commercial to clean up the ring and the mess of that match, we got the Halo Syndicate taking on the Eleos Affect. This match had the rules roulette stip where basically a roulette wheel kinda’ decided everyone’s fate going into this thing. First roll got us a Tornado Tag, which went pretty solid back and forth, chaotic but free flowing as all tornado tags do until the second roll got us an Inferno match, which ended in a surprisingly fast reroll into a Street Fight. They slug it out, beat the shit out of each other with anything they can for a few minutes until the next roll. The final stip was a finisher match. Antoni promptly hits his finisher and it’s over. Just like that. KU’s ‘tude at the end is a bit understandable. Kinda’ did come across as a hollow win given just how crazy that shit was. Gimme a satisfying pinfall or tap out anyday over that.
Highlight: It was all over the place. I’d have to say that drop-toe hold onto the steel chair looked nasty. The way Carrie hit that sumbitch? Ow… just had to say that.
Me and Caleb’s match was intense. I already said so much and gushed about how this match was probably one of the best of my career to date. Caleb Scott, you are a trooper my dude. We beat the living FUCK out of each other, bled until there was no more blood in us and then squeezed out a few more pints just to make it to the finish line.
Highlight: Since this was my match, I’ll say the Graveplot spot where he knocked me stupid. I legit didn’t remember anything of the match after he hit but looking back? Liquid smooth execution. You can’t ask for better
While I was “celebrating” my unconsciousness in the ring, Caleb has a confrontation with that Amon guy and he plants the motherfucker. Good on him. Dude’s a douchebag.
As they were scraping what was left of me off the canvas from that FX Match, you got Xavier Ried in the locker room and he’s dishing out some anger at the Flipster Hipster. Now straight up, I don’t know the full beef, but damn does Xavie tell a story about all the people he’s broken and bodies left in his wake. You know, no lie, I’d have betted on Xavier before the Main Event because dude just had all this raw aggression that’s hard to beat buuuuuuut….
In comes the main event, inferno match for the International Championship. Someone’s getting burned the fuck up in this match. Gabi V steps out as the special guest ref, though I don’t know what you’d need a ref for when the goal is for one dude to set another dude on fire, but anyways, so we got this match going down. It starts out pretty solid, they’re really going at each other. The two go for a pele kick at the same time and kick the shit out of each other’s shins. I winced at that because man, that kinda’ shit, even through a kickpad, fucking HURTS. So anyways, the fans are chanting Peach Gelato and Riedy Sucks, all the to tune of these two just beating the ever loving hell out of each other. I’m loving it. They go to the outside, somehow without getting lit up, and wouldn’t you know it? Peachy G’s right there waiting in the crowd and that slap to Ried’s face? Like a gunshot heard ‘round the world!
This was a good, solid, long match as appropriate for one of it’s importance. The International Championship is no joke and those two fought, bled, and damn near died at least twice going for it. King Flip just had Xavier’s number and served him a big L sandwich after a big finish and a foot in the fire. New International Champion crowned, King Flipster Hipster is your winner!
Highlights: I got to give it to Peach Gelato for that slap. I just did not see that shit coming. Ha ha ha!