This was setting up a Bestia Salvaje/Huracan Sevilla hair match and to that end it surely did the trick. Fiera was a demon in 1992 so he and Chicana remain on the same side of the tracks, which is quite heart-warming in much the same way that scudding half a bottle of Kentucky Owl bourbon in a oner fairly warms the cockles of the heart and lining of your stomach. Fiera was wearing what I'd describe as red pyjamas. He was...very red. Almost absurdly so. I forgot how ridiculous Love Machine's mask was but my goodness that thing is a nonsense. He looks like some creepy minion in a JRPG. The primera was one big rudo mauling and the tecnicos never got a thing. Not a one, and any time it looked like they might mount a comeback their hopes were swiftly dashed. Maybe it's a Sangre Chicana thing but that's five matches in a row now where he's been involved and someone has taken an absolute corker of a ring post bump. There are actually a few in this but Huracan Sevilla's early on was sheer madness. Chicana threw half a dozen incredible punches and hurled himself out the ring in a way that maybe suggested he had no control over his body for a second there. It's hard to tell sometimes. Perfectly fine trios, and FWIW Bestia Salvaje made for a much more appropriate Mocho Cota replacement than Negro Casas made for a Fiera replacement. And somehow that seems fitting.
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