There aren't many better atmospheres than a Philly Spectrum crowd going mental. Piper tended to have that effect on them at the best of times so stick him in there with someone who wants to maul him as much as he wants to maul them and you've got something nuclear. This was like six minutes bell to bell and fucking ruled. Piper was amazing in here, just absolutely in his element as a wildman. He was a rabid animal whose fight or flight instinct was constantly in flux. When he was begging off it was laced with a sort of manic aggression, backing up on the mat pleading with Orndorff as the latter dropped a knee, then on the second attempt Piper just lunged at him. At several points he seemed to realise there would be no quarter given even if his natural tendency was to ask for some, so he just dropped the idea of even trying and started throwing punches. His stooging was incredible as always but even then, in those moments he stood dazed and wobbly, you wondered if he was going to fall over or spring at Orndorff's throat. When he got cut open it made him more dangerous still, like the sight of his own blood triggered something even deeper. There were parts where they'd just grab each other and roll around trying to bite each other's face and then they'd end up outside and Piper would swing a chair or a microphone and Orndorff would yeet him into the ring post. Piper threw a damn near Tenryu punt to the face and later Orndorff drilled him with one of the best kneelifts ever. In the end the referee tried to put out a fire with his bare hands and of course the silly idiot got burned, but the post-match pull-apart fucking ruled and just as it looked like Piper'd had enough he turned on his heels and ran back for another go. These two rule together.
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