This had the Fuerza Stamp all over it. The match went where he wanted it to go and you can probably guess where that was. The early Casas/Octagon segment was fine; Octagon isn't an incredible mat wrestler and Canelo isn't Negro, even if it'll never be fair to compare the two, but what they did was slick enough and there was one gorgeous little takedown from Casas when he shot in for a leg trip. Ramirez and Mate followed it up, though it only lasted about a minute before Fuerza did a Fuerza. As soon as the exchange took them into the rudo corner Fuerza come in and, totally unprompted, kicked Ramirez in the head. The latter was sort of flabbergasted, maybe less so because Fuerza Guerrera acted like a prick and more so because he did it so quickly. The other rudos followed suit and before long it had turned into a mugging. The tecnicos were clearly trying to play things by the book, but their protestations were falling on deaf ears. Fuerza was the conductor of the whole thing, directing traffic, having his generals hold the tecnicos in place while he laid into them. There was an amazing bit where he was on the floor goading and jawing with a fan, Ramirez took a tumble onto the apron, and as soon as Fuerza felt even a brush of contact he about shit himself. Only when he realised Ramirez posed no threat in his current state did his composure return. The tecnico comeback wasn't mindblowing, but I guess it was appropriate for a match that was second on the card and it's not like the rudos were never served some comeuppance. To start the segunda Fuerza was apologetic and wanted no more of the scrap. That Ramirez accepted not only his handshake but a hug into the bargain suggests he wasn't the brightest and of course Fuerza clocked him for his naivety. It loses steam a bit as the match goes on, but they deliver on a few great moments and Fuerza's foul at the end was sensational.
Pirata Morgan, Hombre Bala & El Verdugo v Angel Azteca, Cesar Dantes & Apolo Dantes (CMLL, 1/26/90)
Pretty much a Bucaneros highlight reel of nonsense. I haven't watched Pirata Morgan in a match like this in a while so I guess I forgot how fun he could be shticking and stooging it up. He did lots of that here, though much less than Hombre Bala who was king shithead on the night. Almost straight away Bala was begging away from exchanges, throwing pitiful cheapshots and making a fool of himself. Even with the badly mic'd crowds in Mexico you could tell everyone was eating it up. The primera really breezed by and I was shocked that it lasted about twelve minutes, because it sure never felt like that. Honestly, if you're not already a fan of the lucha libre then I doubt there later stages of this put much of a smile on your face. It's pretty contrived even by comedy-based wrestling standards, but if you're already in on lucha then it has a charm to it that you can't help but dig. Still, Bala absolutely smashing Pirata Morgan's privates through the ceiling off a miscue at the end was quite the payoff and one that anybody can appreciate.
1990 CMLL Project
1990 CMLL Project
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