Wanted a place to write up a rundown, might expand into a full review later.
The night started off with a bang, with Red Lightning answering Mikey Whiplash's challenge.... with a belt shot to the head. The main event confirmed, will Mikey be in a fit state to compete later? By the way he's falling around the ring, I doubt it.
Noam Dar v The World's Whitest Mexican Solar started things off in proper style, with an incredible bout. Noam Dar is stated by many to be the future of wrestling, and the more he locks up with Solar the better their work gets. If this is only the opener, the night is set to be a cracking one. The crowd are in good form, appreciating both wrestler's work. The match seemed over when Solar hit a stellar Cutter over the ropes from the apron, however befitting the technical masterpiece this was, Noam Dar squeezed out a well earned submission victory, doing his dug proud in the process.
The New Age Kliq (or Kunts if you're that way inclined) hit the ring, with Chris Renfrew cutting a scathing promo on Mark Dallas. Dallas was called out to the ring, and he responded by rolling to the ring in a wheelchair. The whole wheelchair angle turned out to be a ruse, and Renfrew seemed to win some followers over to his way of thinking, which is essentially that Dallas lines his pockets with the blood of the wrestlers, taking the credit while they take the bumps.
A lot of male on female violence tonight, sparking many "Chris Brown" chants from the crowd throughout the night. BT Gunn pulled a pair of scissors on our usual ring announcer, whose pregnancy had just been announced, forcing her to abandon the card. Any sympathy Renfrew had been gaining went out the fucking window due to Gunn's actions.
Next up, Grado was meant to be fighting Grange but instead Lewis Girvan filled in as Grange had an upset stomach or something. Either way, newly crowned ICW Fierce Females Champion Kay Lee Ray was the guest referee, and as expected, things got mental. For an tried to hit Kay Lee, Joe Coffey, The Olsens, Carmel, Drew's burd and Wolgang all hit the ring, with Coffey more or less taking everyone out. The match seemed abandoned (and rumours of Wolgang's scheduled title defense being abolished) when suddenly Grado returned to the ring to pin his opponent. Grado, Kay Lee and The Olsens celebrated the win, with KLR getting the acclaim of a champion for the crowd and Grado cementing his super-over status.
The Bucky Boys defended their Tag Titles against Sumerian Death Squad who fucking destroyed. A rematch between the two is needed. From before the bell rang, SDS stuck a boot into Wee Man before he had a chance to give his trademark pre-match patter. Lambrini also got pulled into the action at one point, however Wee Man got his revenge and helped Davey Boy and Stevey Boy earn the win. Another excellent match.
Jackie Polo came out for his usual Lounge segment, resplendent with the remains of his post-Moss attack seat and potrait. Polo also called out Mark Dallas, stating he was finally ready to wrestle for ICW. However, revenge on Johnny Moss was not enough. Polo stated that once he defeats Mossy, he wants a one-on-one with none other than Dallas himself, for the rights to ICW. Dallas accepted, and set Sweeney onto Polo, running him through the crowd and out of the Garage.
A change to the announced card, the Falls Count Anywhere Anything Goes Holy Fucking Shit Here Comes The Pain Death To The Fucking Max Match between the returning-from-injury Jack Jester and mental-as-fuck-where's-the-birdcage Jimmy Havoc was now to be a Triple Threat match with "Crazy" Mary Dobson (who had just ripped up the Garage the previous night with Bette Noire).
Crazy was exactly the word to describe this showstopper. Every match up until this point had been stellar, but once again Havoc was involved in the show stealer. Everything from a staple gun to a fucking sick bump which saw Jester throw Mary off the balcony came into play. Poundland pin tacks littered the ring, as Jester squeezed out a bloody win. Sweat, blood and more blood went flying into the crowd at various points, however at the end of the match much respect was shown to all three competitors. It put the Insane into ICW.
A brief interlude followed as the pins and blood was cleared up, however Polo and Sweeney kept us amused with their ongoing Benny Hill tribute.
Fight Club were up next, but first we had to endured the unveiling of "Teen Sensation" Christopher's partner - "Kenneth". A myrid of degrading chants swelled up from the crowd, highlights including "Kenneth Barlow" and "Yer just a shite Robbie E / Zema Ion" etc. Avril Lavigne and "CK"'s manager got themselves involved to steal the win for the new duo, however not before Fight Club teabagged just about everyone. The security eventually stopped them short of teabagging Avril herself, which was just as well as I for one had seen enough bollocks for one night.
Fergal Devitt made his return to ICW and, if you didn't know him by now, his impressive list of championships and accomplishments was read out pre-match. BT Gunn was his opponent, with him and Renfrew stoking up the crowd royally. Gunn did an impressive job in taking jibes at Devitt's usual moves, but it wasn't enough to keep the high-flyer down. Devitt got the win, and we got the debut of a third member of the NAK, a masked man with an 8 ball who hit the ring to knock Devitt out. To his credit, Fergal returned to address the crowd, stating this meant more to him than wrestling in front of 5,000 in Japan, to which we responded "Please Come Back". Another impressive bout.
Wolfsnacks Hubba Bubba Tensethigh made his return for the second time tonight, to defend his Zero G title against Joe Coffey and Andy Wild. Andy was at risk of becoming an invisible participant amongst the "We Want Tea" and "Am Pure Hungry" chants, but he put up an impressive showing. In the end, Coffey ditched the match halfway through and Wolfgang retained. By this point, every match had been a classic and the crowd were getting hoarse.
However, voices were found again when Mikey Whiplash hit the ring for his title shot. Long awaited since the annual Square Go, Red Lightning had finally answered the challenge with his belt earlier in the card. Sporting a bandage and bleeding profusely, Mikey was clearly still out of it and in no fit state to compete. The leader of #saveprowrestling made a mockery of Mikey for a while, at one point hitting the mic to point out how he wouldn't be fooled by any playing possum from the challenger. His genre awareness wasn't enough, however, as Mikey won the title and the fans' adoration in the process. It's been an impressive turn for Whiplash, however another development was still on the table.
Lightning's stablemate Coffey returned, seemingly to finish the job and destroy the newly crowned champion. Instead, he took out Lightning, denouncing him as an unfit saviour and that he would take up the mantle of saviour, messiah and antichrist and save pro wrestling himself. The crowd seemed unsure whether to cheer or boo the new 'saviour', however their feelings were clear with what happened next. Dallas rolled out to ringside to declare that everyone meets the mat at some point and, a taster of what he hoped was to come in regards to Renfrew and Gunn, announced "You're fffffired!" dispatching of Lightning and allowing Mikey to bask in his well earned glory.
A stellar night for all involved, from Noam and Solar all the way to Whiplash every match was a classic and this was far and away my favourite show so far from ICW. Between this night, and Fierce Females coronation of their first Women's Champion, this has been the weekend ICW deserves. Pro wrestling needs saved about as much as Dallas needs that wheelchair. Roll on the next show.
I-C-Dub
* I have been attending ICW since December '12 and my memory is fucking shocking, so apologies for any mistakes and please point each and every one out in the comments. Even the running order is probably fucked up. Thank you everyone who took part tonight.
The night started off with a bang, with Red Lightning answering Mikey Whiplash's challenge.... with a belt shot to the head. The main event confirmed, will Mikey be in a fit state to compete later? By the way he's falling around the ring, I doubt it.
Noam Dar v The World's Whitest Mexican Solar started things off in proper style, with an incredible bout. Noam Dar is stated by many to be the future of wrestling, and the more he locks up with Solar the better their work gets. If this is only the opener, the night is set to be a cracking one. The crowd are in good form, appreciating both wrestler's work. The match seemed over when Solar hit a stellar Cutter over the ropes from the apron, however befitting the technical masterpiece this was, Noam Dar squeezed out a well earned submission victory, doing his dug proud in the process.
The New Age Kliq (or Kunts if you're that way inclined) hit the ring, with Chris Renfrew cutting a scathing promo on Mark Dallas. Dallas was called out to the ring, and he responded by rolling to the ring in a wheelchair. The whole wheelchair angle turned out to be a ruse, and Renfrew seemed to win some followers over to his way of thinking, which is essentially that Dallas lines his pockets with the blood of the wrestlers, taking the credit while they take the bumps.
A lot of male on female violence tonight, sparking many "Chris Brown" chants from the crowd throughout the night. BT Gunn pulled a pair of scissors on our usual ring announcer, whose pregnancy had just been announced, forcing her to abandon the card. Any sympathy Renfrew had been gaining went out the fucking window due to Gunn's actions.
Next up, Grado was meant to be fighting Grange but instead Lewis Girvan filled in as Grange had an upset stomach or something. Either way, newly crowned ICW Fierce Females Champion Kay Lee Ray was the guest referee, and as expected, things got mental. For an tried to hit Kay Lee, Joe Coffey, The Olsens, Carmel, Drew's burd and Wolgang all hit the ring, with Coffey more or less taking everyone out. The match seemed abandoned (and rumours of Wolgang's scheduled title defense being abolished) when suddenly Grado returned to the ring to pin his opponent. Grado, Kay Lee and The Olsens celebrated the win, with KLR getting the acclaim of a champion for the crowd and Grado cementing his super-over status.
The Bucky Boys defended their Tag Titles against Sumerian Death Squad who fucking destroyed. A rematch between the two is needed. From before the bell rang, SDS stuck a boot into Wee Man before he had a chance to give his trademark pre-match patter. Lambrini also got pulled into the action at one point, however Wee Man got his revenge and helped Davey Boy and Stevey Boy earn the win. Another excellent match.
Jackie Polo came out for his usual Lounge segment, resplendent with the remains of his post-Moss attack seat and potrait. Polo also called out Mark Dallas, stating he was finally ready to wrestle for ICW. However, revenge on Johnny Moss was not enough. Polo stated that once he defeats Mossy, he wants a one-on-one with none other than Dallas himself, for the rights to ICW. Dallas accepted, and set Sweeney onto Polo, running him through the crowd and out of the Garage.
A change to the announced card, the Falls Count Anywhere Anything Goes Holy Fucking Shit Here Comes The Pain Death To The Fucking Max Match between the returning-from-injury Jack Jester and mental-as-fuck-where's-the-birdcage Jimmy Havoc was now to be a Triple Threat match with "Crazy" Mary Dobson (who had just ripped up the Garage the previous night with Bette Noire).
Crazy was exactly the word to describe this showstopper. Every match up until this point had been stellar, but once again Havoc was involved in the show stealer. Everything from a staple gun to a fucking sick bump which saw Jester throw Mary off the balcony came into play. Poundland pin tacks littered the ring, as Jester squeezed out a bloody win. Sweat, blood and more blood went flying into the crowd at various points, however at the end of the match much respect was shown to all three competitors. It put the Insane into ICW.
A brief interlude followed as the pins and blood was cleared up, however Polo and Sweeney kept us amused with their ongoing Benny Hill tribute.
Fight Club were up next, but first we had to endured the unveiling of "Teen Sensation" Christopher's partner - "Kenneth". A myrid of degrading chants swelled up from the crowd, highlights including "Kenneth Barlow" and "Yer just a shite Robbie E / Zema Ion" etc. Avril Lavigne and "CK"'s manager got themselves involved to steal the win for the new duo, however not before Fight Club teabagged just about everyone. The security eventually stopped them short of teabagging Avril herself, which was just as well as I for one had seen enough bollocks for one night.
Fergal Devitt made his return to ICW and, if you didn't know him by now, his impressive list of championships and accomplishments was read out pre-match. BT Gunn was his opponent, with him and Renfrew stoking up the crowd royally. Gunn did an impressive job in taking jibes at Devitt's usual moves, but it wasn't enough to keep the high-flyer down. Devitt got the win, and we got the debut of a third member of the NAK, a masked man with an 8 ball who hit the ring to knock Devitt out. To his credit, Fergal returned to address the crowd, stating this meant more to him than wrestling in front of 5,000 in Japan, to which we responded "Please Come Back". Another impressive bout.
Wolfsnacks Hubba Bubba Tensethigh made his return for the second time tonight, to defend his Zero G title against Joe Coffey and Andy Wild. Andy was at risk of becoming an invisible participant amongst the "We Want Tea" and "Am Pure Hungry" chants, but he put up an impressive showing. In the end, Coffey ditched the match halfway through and Wolfgang retained. By this point, every match had been a classic and the crowd were getting hoarse.
However, voices were found again when Mikey Whiplash hit the ring for his title shot. Long awaited since the annual Square Go, Red Lightning had finally answered the challenge with his belt earlier in the card. Sporting a bandage and bleeding profusely, Mikey was clearly still out of it and in no fit state to compete. The leader of #saveprowrestling made a mockery of Mikey for a while, at one point hitting the mic to point out how he wouldn't be fooled by any playing possum from the challenger. His genre awareness wasn't enough, however, as Mikey won the title and the fans' adoration in the process. It's been an impressive turn for Whiplash, however another development was still on the table.
Lightning's stablemate Coffey returned, seemingly to finish the job and destroy the newly crowned champion. Instead, he took out Lightning, denouncing him as an unfit saviour and that he would take up the mantle of saviour, messiah and antichrist and save pro wrestling himself. The crowd seemed unsure whether to cheer or boo the new 'saviour', however their feelings were clear with what happened next. Dallas rolled out to ringside to declare that everyone meets the mat at some point and, a taster of what he hoped was to come in regards to Renfrew and Gunn, announced "You're fffffired!" dispatching of Lightning and allowing Mikey to bask in his well earned glory.
A stellar night for all involved, from Noam and Solar all the way to Whiplash every match was a classic and this was far and away my favourite show so far from ICW. Between this night, and Fierce Females coronation of their first Women's Champion, this has been the weekend ICW deserves. Pro wrestling needs saved about as much as Dallas needs that wheelchair. Roll on the next show.
I-C-Dub
* I have been attending ICW since December '12 and my memory is fucking shocking, so apologies for any mistakes and please point each and every one out in the comments. Even the running order is probably fucked up. Thank you everyone who took part tonight.
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