I wasn't really sure what to expect from this. I half wondered if it would be an overbooked nonsense, but it wasn't really. I'll tell you one thing they did -- bleed like fuck. For a street fight they wrestled - or punched - the majority of this in the crowd, seemingly doing a full loop of the arena. It wasn't necessarily the most compelling as they could barely move for the fans, but bare minimum the punches were good at their worst and great at their best, they bled everyfuckingwhere, and you know both of them were either stupid or wasted enough to fall off a balcony so any time they teased something like that it was borderline terrifying. Hijo del Perro Aguayo was Heavy Metal's second and had to save him from toppling to his doom once or twice, waiting until the very last second before grabbing him. Jerry Estrada in his absurd costume and face paint was seconding Chicana but strangely enough he never got involved. There was one point where someone shone the arena spotlight in Heavy Metal's face and it practically blinded him, and I so badly wanted the camera to pan around and show us Estrada behind the spotlight like a warped lunatic manning a gun turret. When they brawl back to the ring Heavy Metal throws the best punches of his entire career and staggers around losing pints of blood. Unfortunately we never got a psycho tope. Instead they do some horse shit with Tirantes and Perro Jr. bringing Heavy Metal a guitar from the locker room. I guess for a DQ finish the crowd were at least satisfied that Tirantes got his head caved in with said guitar. There's a hair match from 1998 that I'd consider paying actual money for if I knew where to procure the sweet lucha libre DVDs these days. Maybe it'll turn up on yon internet by 2024.
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