This was a red hot two falls. Normally you'd be disappointed at it not going three, but when everyone's as fired up as they were here it's hard to feel short-changed. It certainly never felt like we missed a payoff. I've seen bits of the Casas/Tarzan Boy feud before, but never the hair match and maybe I should change that at some point? Tarzan Boy was a really fun jacked up moron here and he and the rest of the rudos went right for the throat before the bell even rang. Bucanero and Wagner held Casas in place as Tarzan Boy made a show of flexing the bicep before taking a free swing at him. I guess Wagner and Atlantis were still tearing strips off each other in 2002 because they were both at the mask-ripping and throwing the other into objects that have no give. At a few different points the match spilled to the floor and someone was getting chucked into rows of spectators or nearly off the ramp, and into the segunda a ring girl nearly got caught in the crossfire as well. There was a great close-up shot of Casas, practically draped over three fans, with this look of "why am I still doing this in my 40s?" The tecnico comeback was sensational and the rudos leaned into every bit of payback that came their way. Bucanero was a nutjob and took one monkey flip over the top where he cleared the fucking top rope by a foot and a half, then he took another one over the post and how he never snapped an ankle or knee or both is a miracle. In the end it comes down to Casas and Tarzan Boy, mano a mano with no bells or whistles, and that feels fitting. Maybe I really should watch the hair match.
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