A good friend of mine once described this match as two drunk, shirtless hillbilly jackoffs hitting each other in the face to see who's the last guy standing. He hated it. The way I, in all my wisdom, see this, it's a match between two drunk, shirtless hillbilly jackoffs hitting each other in the face to see who's the last guy standing. I most certainly did not hate it. Some of the crazy shit they did is truly bonkers. I'm not even talking about the stuff with the homemade weapons the fans brought, though some of that was wild too, like the thumbtack-encrusted rolling pin and the Wiffle bat with forks through it. The powerbomb off the bleachers never had any of those daft frills, but it looked insane and fittingly only a handful of people are insane enough to actually take it. Necro's somersault senton might've been the greatest in history as he just lobbed himself to the floor like a big wad of tobacco spit and recklessly bounced off Klein. Punches were thrown with stupid abandon, shots landing to the eardrum, the ribs, the jaw, the clavicle, all thrown like you'd expect from two lunatics fighting over a dead squirrel. Necro gets ripped to shreds with a barbed wire bat and Klein pours literal salt in his wounds and eyes. Right at the beginning Necro just bumrushes Klein and throws him out the ring and Klein smashes his teeth off the apron on the way down, then Necro picks up a PC monitor from 1995 and hucks it clean at his head. This is absolutely not for everyone and it might be the only American deathmatch I watch for this, but it's Necro in his element and if you're a fan of that then you're probably going to want to watch this thing.
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