Friday, January 22, 2010

Chikara's "Three-Fisted Tales": Five Fists Out of Five (All Thumbs Up)!

Chikara ended its eighth season--and set the stage for the start of its ninth-- with Three-Fisted Tales, a late November show at the New Alhambra (Old ECW) Arena in Philadelphia.

The "Three-Fisted" title is, in all likelihood, the promotion's reliably playful reference to a 1950's comic called Two-Fisted Tales. That bonus appendage points not only to Chikara's determination to give the fan 50% more Fisticuffs for their dvd dollar, but to their refreshingly good-humored, ever-inventive approach to pro wrestling as an art form.

When it comes to creativity, Chikara's not about to tie its hands with little things like limb limitations. For starters, its roster is (thankfully) not entirely "human." Its characters include an assortment of Lucha-Loving Ants, not to mention a delightfully fiendish insect supervillain named UltraMantis Black.

And with the world of wrestling influences that find a home in Chikara matches (Mexican Lucha Libre, European Catch-As-Catch-Can Wrestling, Japanese Puroresu, and so on), grappling evolution may just dictate that The Chikara Wrestler sprout a spare hand, if only to keep up with all the holds.

Of course, as far as "Three-Fisted" theories go, there's a faction in Chikara quite literally called Team FIST. With three members, as a matter of fact. So there's always that theory.

But there's an ominous storyline connotation to the Three-Fisted title as well. The old Two-Fisted Tales comic specialized in War Stories. In that vein, there is indeed an epic conflict surfacing in Chikara. The November 22, 2009 Season Finale makes that clear, in pretty masterful fashion, as its card unfolds.


Previously At Chikara-- This is a nice prologue to the program itself. Through voice-over narration and clips, we're briefed on recent storylines. While the viewer's interest in past events is certainly piqued, one doesn't feel left out of the loop going in to Three-Fisted Tales.

Among the Top Stories: 1) The Colony (Champions) and The Osirian Portal (Challengers), Chikara's two dominant tag teams of 2009, are set to square off for the titles once more to close out the year.

2) A menacing man in a white mask has surfaced in Chikara, issuing taped threats when not appearing to interrupt UltraMantis Black's matches. He warns that "a war is coming."

3) Carpenter Ant (a recent addition to the Colony stable) won Chikara's annual Cibernetico Tournament with a submission move--The Inverted Chikara Special-- cinched on fellow Colon-ist Soldier Ant. It's a move Mike Quackenbush invented but never taught him. When Quackenbush confronts him about it, the strangely aggressive Carpenter Ant puts a finger in his chest and growls: "You'd be surprised at what I know."

4) Chikara's female juggernauts, Daizee Haze and Sara Del Ray, may have formed an uneasy alliance.

5) Eddie Kingston and Claudio Castagnoli, after trading wins earlier in the year, are set to face off in a "Respect" Match that will hopefully settle their feud.

Brodie Lee & The UnStable (Vin Gerard, STIGMA, & Colin Delaney) Defeat The Throwbacks (Dasher Hatfield & Sugar Dunkerton) & The Colony (Carpenter Ant & Green Ant): A very fun opener, highlighted by two surreal comedy sequences centering around Dunkerton (an ABA Recreationist who boasts a Dr. J-approved Afro), Twirly-Mustached Slugger Dasher, and Brodie Lee, a great Old School Big Man who's a bit of a gritty Throw Back in his own right.

In the first semi-sketch, Dunkerton briefly gains the advantage on Brodie, and calls for the rock. His teammates dutifully roll in a regulation red-white-and-blue Globe-Troller ball. He swoops into the corner for the jam (on a rim-to-be-built-later), only for Lee to swat it to the concrete outside the ring. He gives the crowd a Mutombo-esque finger wag as he tags out; the Washington Generals now have no choice but to offer Brodie a long-term contract.

Lee is indeed the difference maker in this match, as he Big Boots the "conspicuously inexperienced" Green Ant to pick up the win.

Helios Defeats Yujiro Kushida By Pinfall
: Helios is The High-Flying Artist Formerly Known as Ricochet; Kushida is a highly-skilled HUSTLE alumnus. He's also the disciple of one Yoshihiro Tajiri, which he demonstrates with a handspring-back elbow and an attempted Tarantula (which Helios averts).

Kushida wears a black-belted Japanese Flag around his waist, which he tosses as a Foreign Object (terrible pun uinintended) over Helios's head, then lays in two Tajiri-caliber kicks. A Tug-of-Flag ensues between Yojiro and the referee; Helios counters with a Super Kick, scales the top turnbuckle, and hits an impressive 630 Senton Splash for the win.

A nice showcase for both wrestlers, with the Chikara regular going over. The name Helios refers to the Greek God of the Sun, and the wrestler himself indeed achieves some seemingly solar-powered simulations of flight here.

In a nice moment after the match, Kushida sees a fan holding a sign that reads "Keep the HUSTLE Alive." He acknowledges it, shaking the fan's hand and holding up the sign.

Backstage: Player Uno recounts his recent string of setbacks in Chikara. He finishes by asking, "what else do I have to lose?"

Player Uno Defeats Tim Donst By Submission: A mostly mat-based match, thanks largely to Donst's Collegiate Wrestler character, and Uno's slightly stocky frame. As with STIGMA, however, this doesn't preclude Uno from surprising displays of a deceptive agility, which he does here with a sudden leg lariat.

Still more surprising, Uno finishes the season with a win over Donst. He gets him to tap out to a wrist-lock finisher he calls "The Joystick", which one can only assume simulates the Carpal Tunnel Agony experienced after five straight hours of trying to keep Q-Bert from hopping off into oblivion. As he leaves, Uno exclaims: "I won! I never win!"

(A Quick Note About Chikara Rules: In what amounts to a brilliant booking device, Chikara tag teams are continually trying to rack up three consecutive victories--each one worth a "point." Three points earns your team a guaranteed title shot at the Campeonatos De Parejas (Tag Team Championships), while any one loss knocks your team down to a zero point total.)


Backstage: UltraMantis Black is exuberant. He heaps praise upon Delirious, for his Neo-Solar Temple contributions as well as recent exploits in Japan. Delirious replies thoughtfully, eloquently, entirely incomprehensibly.

Crossbones very helpfully points out that, should Manti-Lirious be unsuccessful in their match tonight, he and Mantis have two points of their own they can build on.

"Unnecessary and ridiculous!" Mantis hilariously counters, holding up a hand to dismiss. Crossbones has been demoted to guard duty pending further review. Black resumes his glowing assessment of Delirious...

Ultramantis Black & Delirious (w/Crossbones) Defeat Incoherence (Hallowicked & Frightmare) by Pinfall: A highly entertaining match featuring four very vivid Chikara characters. I admit I'm a shameless mark for a match featuring four spooky masked wrestlers; it helps that they're all frighteningly talented to boot.

The stakes here are also frighteningly high: Both Incoherence and The Temple both have two points going into this match; the winners will have their free pass to a title match in 2010.

Having teamed with both Delirious and UltraMantis in the past, Hallowicked's history with his Temple opponents is almost hysterically intricate (though not quite "Incoherent"). One of Chikara's most imposing and dominant luchadors, he finds himself more torn than his own ring attire as he reckons with layer upon layer of masked dysfunction here. He's predominantly distracted by attempts to deprogram Delirious, who's just recently been bent to the will of UltraMantis Black.

Hallowicked's newest partner, Frightmare, in matching menacing black mask and strategically-shredded T-shirt, is a kind of hyperactive, cruiserweight 'Wicked-in-Miniature. He's equally excitable and exciting to watch. He hits a standing moonsault into a double-knee drop, and looks to have their match won.

Delirious, however, steps in to hit The Praying Mantis Bomb on Frightmare, while Ultramantis Black rolls over to pin him. Delirious displays the ultimate in Neo-Solar servitude here: he's mastered his Master's finisher, but he still gives the glory of the pin-fall to Mantis himself.

Backstage: Donst cuts a gloating promo (apparently before his loss to Uno), reveling in having effectively exiled longtime roster member (and mythical creature) Hydra in a Loser-Leaves-Chikara Match the night before.

Quackenbush accosts Donst, asking him how it is that a highly classified submission move (The Inverted Chikara Special) he taught to him exclusively miraculously wound up in Carpenter Ant's arsenal, allowing him to win the Cibernetico Tournament.

"Don't you know? He's from the future!" Donst scoffs. Quackenbush, clearly frustrated, rears back and lays him out with a slap. "Teach that one to Carpenter Ant," he says.

Team FIST (Icarus & Chuck Taylor) Defeat Mike Quackenbush & Jorge "Skayde" Rivera by Submission
: Relentlessly resourceful in their pinfall and submission attempts, it's a pleasure to watch Quackenbush and Rivera wrestle.

Starting out the match against Chuck Taylor, Quackenbush executes a trifecta of crisp take-downs, never releasing hold of Taylor's arm until a final springboard arm-drag sends him sliding outside the ring. It's a sequence that, however brief, makes all kinds of elegant, understated sense, and a reminder that great wrestling often resembles a graceful demonstration of self-defense.

The FIST faction, however, is only one point away from its own title shot, and they're determined to get it. They zero in on Rivera's leg early on, weakening it with "Knee-D-T"'s and various submission holds. In the end, Rivera taps out to Taylor's half-crab, cinched in on the targeted knee. Whoever wins the main event will have two teams already nipping at their heels in the coming year.

As Taylor & Icarus leave the ring, Quackenbush extends a hand to ring legend Rivera, who receives another ovation from the Philadelphia crowd.

Player Dos Defeats Lince Dorado by Pinfall To Retain the Lion's Cup Title
: Dos (the high-flying half of The Super Smash Brothers team with Uno) and The Golden Lynx start out by trading crafty pin attempts, before the action escalates to spectacular acrobatics. After a dazzling high-spot (a twisting plancha from Dos, an Asai Moonsault tease into a front flip from Dorado), each has the uncanny ability to land on their feet outside the ring. You'd think they were a video-game character, or perhaps some sort of cat.

In the decisive moment of the match, Player Dos German Suplexes Lince from the ring apron. The potentially scary spot sees Dorado tumble over the ring steps. Dos doesn't settle for the countout victory; instead, he drags Dorado into the ring and hits a high frog splash for the pinfall.

Lince's fellow "Future is Now" teammates Jigsaw, Jimmy Olsen, & Helios all show up in street-clothes, and attend to Dorado. They seem suspicious of the "steps" (terrible pun intended) Dos took to win.

Backstage: Kingston talks about his upcoming "Respect" Match with Castagnoli. He states the terms: if he loses, he has to say he Respects Claudio. "When" Castagnoli loses, he'll have to admit he Respects Kingston, an obligation Eddie is sure will "eat him up inside." Kingston insists that, whatever the match's outcome, he "knows" who Claudio truly is, even if no one else does.

A very good promo that builds anticipation for the imminent match by letting us know how much Kingston himself is looking forward to it. It doesn't see him forfeit his heel role just yet, but he plants the seed that there may be more shades to their feud than we know. He's still a fairly nasty and defiant anti-hero here, and whether we want to believe his claims about Castagnoli's true nature is up to us.

Claudio Castagnoli Defeats Eddie Kingston by Pinfall in a "Respect Match"
: An incredibly memorable match between two of Chikara's pre-eminent heavyweights. The terms of this match are that whoever loses has to publicly admit he Respects the man who beat him.

At the opening bell, Castagnoli barrels into Kingston with a bicycle kick, followed by a Ricola Bomb and an immediate near-fall. Kingston counters with a wild backfist, and the match rarely really lets up after that.

Commentator Bryce Remsburg mentions Castagnoli's peerless conditioning and frighteningly well-defined physique, comparing it to the heart and fighting spirit in Eddie Kingston that you can't externally "see."

"So he's got a muscular heart, is what you're saying," UltraMantis expertly concludes.

My own faint ticker, meanwhile, could scarcely take the intensity of this match! The Strong Style-tone (there are stiff strikes and suplexes aplenty) that asserts itself throughout is almost unsettling--one often tends to worry about the welfare of the wrestlers as much as anything else. While I much prefer the illusion of full contact to the actual article, there is undoubtedly much more of that here than met my untrained eye.

In any case, Castagnoli and Kingston work very hard to make us remember their in-ring story, and they certainly succeed in that regard. We're also left wondering whether the match is bringing out the more ruthless, opportunistic side of Castagnoli that is his more "true self", or whether Claudio's only retaliating to keep up with Kingston.

The Strong Style story is also not without its subtleties, as each has scouted his rival well: Kingston blocks one of Claudio's signature uppercuts, and converts it into a belly-to-belly overhead suplex; Castagnoli, meanwhile, attacks Eddie with his own Shotgun Lariat.

Claudio Castagnoli can pretty much redefine what one can reasonably expect from a Wrestling Big Man over the course of one match. He pulls off a top rope drop kick and elbow drop with eerie effortlessness.

He displays a kind of predatory desperation here: Castagnoli wants to win this match, and the Respect he believes is his due, as quickly as possible, as he likely knows Kingston won't stay down for long.

The match's turning point--and a telling moment for Claudio's character--comes as the two trade blows outside the ring. In a moment of exasperation, Castagnoli suddenly grabs hold of a ring crew member and hurls him at Kingston. It gives Claudio the advantage, which Kingston never fully reclaims.

Back inside the ring, Kingston displays shocking resilience, kicking out of a series of enormous moves. The previously anti-Kingston crowd begins to chant "Eddie! Eddie!". Claudio at last hits a bicycle knee strike, followed by a discus European Uppercut, to pin Kingston.

After the match: Castagnoli celebrates briefly, then immediately gestures for a microphone to be forced into Kingston's hand. Kingston, exhausted, still refuses to "Respect" Castagnoli, insisting that he pushed and tested Claudio as no one ever has. The crowd begins to boo. He calls them sheep for buying into Claudio's schtick. The crowd begins to "baaa".

Kingston doesn't respect Castagnoli and claims no one else should. He likens Castagnoli to a former tag team partner, calling Claudio both "shady" and "dirty". We can only assume Eddie's not referring to Castagnoli's hygiene, which is no doubt impeccable.

As Castagnoli goes to grab his shoulder, Kingston unleashes one last backfist. He points at Claudio, saying "I know you", as he makes his way out. Castagnoli gets to his feet, furious, and pursues him backstage.

The Colony (Fire Ant & Soldier Ant) Defeat The Osirian Portal (Amasis & Ophidian), Two Falls to One, to Retain the Campeonatos De Parejas: An excellent main event, featuring two very distinctive and cohesive tag teams. For those fans lamenting the current state of tag team wrestling, Chikara is here to address your concerns. Loads of signature double-team moves from both the Ants and the O.P., proving that pro wrestling, at its best, can be as much about collaboration as conflict.

The Portal take the first fall as Amasis hits his "Egyptian Conniption"(The Pharaoh's funky take on the Razor's Edge) on Fire Ant. Soldier Ant wins the second fall when he cinches the Chikara Special submission on Ophidian. On the Osirian Portal's third attempt at their picturesque Osirian Sacrament finisher (simultaneous Body Splash/Guillotine Leg Drop on an opponent from opposite turnbuckles), the Ants intercept them. They hit second rope "Super" versions of their own finishers (a T.K.O. From Soldier Ant on Amasis, a Beach Break from Fire Ant on Ophidian), for a striking visual and the decisive victory.

After The Match: As all four competitors lie in the ring, totally spent, a burly, horned man in white shoulders his way through the crowd. He tosses the guardrail aside, accompanied by what appears to be the masked man who's been making threats as of late.

Inserting a microphone underneath his mask, he announces that he's tired of waiting for the war to begin. He wants "the victims" brought out. Most of the Chikara locker room empties and surrounds the ring. Mike Quackenbush and Claudio Castagnoli, the trainers at Chikara's wrestling school and acknowledged locker-room leaders, step through the ropes to face them.

UltraMantis is also in the ring, and is the first to speak. He tells them that he's tired of their messages and threats. "In fact," he says, "I don't even know who you are!"

The massive, horned man pulls off his veil to reveal...a beard and another mask. A bearded riddle wrapped in an enigma-- little but facial hair disclosed so far.

Mantis's spectral Stalker lifts off his mask to reveal...DDP? Wrong acronym (as this is an Invasion Angle that works!). It's Ares, Claudio Castagnoli's old partner from their Swiss Money Holding days.

Quackenbush turns to Castagnoli, who blasts him to the mat with a Swiss Uppercut. An enormous brawl ensues. Daizee Haze and Sara Del Ray make their way to the ring in streetclothes to join the fray, and there even appears to be some sort of in-fighting amongst the Ants.

When the considerable New Alhambra Arena dust clears, there are only seven wrestlers standing: Ares, Castagnoli, the bearded enforcer, Haze, Del Ray, Carpenter Ant, and Vokoder. Ares assesses his troops, who stand in V-formation, with satisfaction.

Carpenter Ants takes off his antennae, and we see--disgruntled luchador Pinkie Sanchez. Vokoder removes his spandex face-plate, and we're reintroduced to none other than Tim Donst. The two of them laugh like loons.

Ares takes his place at the front of the formation; with military precision, the seven of them form their forearms into the symbol of a cross. Ares turns to his massive associate and nods; the bearded man produces an antennaed device, which he appears to activate. The arena goes dark, and the credits roll.

Epilogue: Leonard Chikarason is walking down the halls of the Chikara offices, talking on a cell phone. Seeing the Smart Mark cameras, he tells them that this isn't the best time. As he tries to turn the knob on his office door, he finds it's locked. The door opens, and a scruffy young man (ominously outfitted in a white suit) steps out to confront him. Chikarason recognizes him as "Dieter" a Wrestle Factory student.

He asks Dieter what he's doing in his office. Dieter replies that it isn't Leonard's office anymore, and that, in any case, he's late for his "semi-annual performance review." Chikarason wanders off in an overwhelmed daze, muttering that this must be some kind of mistake...

Quick Notes, Final Thoughts, & Observational Jibber-Jabber
: This dvd set is highly recommended, and makes for a fine primer for Chikara's ninth season, set to begin where its last one left off, in Philadelphia, at the end of January.

--The rotating commentating team for this show includes Bryce Remsburg, UltraMantis Black, Louden Noxious, Leonard Chikarason, Eddie Kingston, and Jimmy Olsen. Remsburg and Chikarason, in particular, do an admirable job of establishing context and "setting the stage" for each match, as it were.

--In the case of the Hallowicked-Delirious-UltraMantis saga, there are so many Degrees of Separation that one suspects an Unholy Alliance with Kevin Bacon may in fact be at the root of it all; Remsburg's pretty much a Chikara historian, however, and loses little time in bringing the viewer up to speed.

--UltraMantis, meanwhile, does his species more than proud, and proves that mutant insect cult leaders are indeed the next logical stage in the evolution of the heel commentator.

--As Claudio Castagnoli pulled off a gut-wrench suplex from his knees, I indeed wondered whether a lawsuit against SmartMarkVideo might be feasible. The charge: Metaphysical Hernia Re-Aggravation.

--As with its Tag Team points system, Chikara has a commendable knack for keeping the focus on wrestling accomplishment and craft.

--In the case of "Who-Stole-The-Chikara-Special", the latest in grappling technology is treated the way Top Secret Intelligence might be in a spy thriller, as some enchanted weapon would be in a comic book.

--This isn't to say Chikara doesn't boast its own collection of enchanted weapons. For instance, the Temple and BDK both covet an ancient brain-washing artifact called the "Eye of Tyr" (which is what allowed UltraMantis to lay the mesmeric whammy down on Delirious). By Odin's hoary beard, I defy Don West to obtain that Norse Accessory for one of his Insane Daily Deals--for which I'm sure HHH would pay a pretty penny.

--Pro Wrestling and Comics have indeed been linked in the past, in other promotions, but often in a cynical manner that somehow manages to belittle both art forms. Chikara, to its credit, is very serious about incorporating the wealth of worthy traits that both bring to the story-telling table.

--From its dvd covers--Three-Fisted features the foreboding cartoon of a grotesquely Hulked-Up Claudio Castagnoli--to its narrative tone and colorful character array, Chikara has married the two to create a unique, uniquely appealing formula.

--It's perhaps Chikara's dedication to a comic book sensibility that allows it to swing back and forth from trademark trippy comedy to compelling drama with the facility that, say, the cobra-headed Ophidian slithers through the ropes to complete one of his "Serpentine" Topes.

--Chikara's wonderfully absurdist, kayfabe-obliterating humor is more or less kept to the undercard on this outing--pretty much to the first match, as a matter of fact. It's always welcome, however; one of the things that's so charming about Chikara is how its cast--heroes and villains alike, will participate in a skit--say, centering around an Invisible Baseball--for as long as its comedy idea lasts.

--At such moments, Chikara hilariously "Crosses The Line", as it were, hastily scribbling in new rules that are themselves only temporary. After the shared delusion dissipates, it's back to the regularly scheduled wrestling, to which the athletes are equally committed.

--In the end, however, it all amounts to no less than a celebration of what's possible in a pro wrestling ring. In the case of the Throwbacks-based comedy, it's a celebration of the whole wide World of Sport as well.

--The final in-ring images of Three Fisted Tales truly feel like the closing panels and full pages of some particularly well-told comic book yarn, as the splayed, (so far seven) fingers of the Bruderschaft Des Kreuzes curl together into one mutant hand. As was the practice with those vintage page-turners, Chikara has revealed enough to ensure you've received "your money's worth," as it were, but has you equally hooked on what its next chapter holds.

--The BDK has emerged as a Third Political Party militantly separate from the established Tecnico (Heroes) and Rudo (Villains) factions. How the more traditional Good and Bad Guys will adapt to this strange, menacing new entity in their midst is endlessly intriguing, and the stuff of which epic comic book Tales are made. You know Chikara's clicking on more cylinders than you can shake three fists at when you're marveling at the latest story turn, but already beginning to buzz about how it will all dramatically ripple through a diverse roster.

--It's a cast that offers everyone from ancient (and immigrant) gods to highly adaptive arthropods a shot at wrestling greatness. It's not often that one feels the urge to pursue degrees in folklore, entomology and linguistics merely to inform their wrestling fan-dom; then again, Chikara's a promotion that not only reminds fans why they love pro wrestling in the first place, but offers them a veritable grab-bag of fresh reasons for their trouble.

--I'm more interested in seeing what the year holds for plucky up-and-comers like Player Uno and The Green Ant than any of the sound, fury, and money signifying nothing that passes for pro wrestling programming these days. Other queries include:

--How will Crossbones react to having essentially been demoted to banner-waving "Lodi" status in his Neo-Solar Flock?

--Who will the mighty Haze and Del Ray face this year? Will we see a continued expansion of their women's division? Haze and Del Ray's inclusion in a central storyline ensures, at the very least, that two of my favorite wrestlers-- female or otherwise-- will see a fair amount of Chikara action this year.

--How does the BDK keep their whites so infernally bright? The "D" does not appear to stand for Detergent, as I'd once so naively theorized.

--The Chikara folks really are working their masks off--quite literally, if need be--to innovate and entertain. The orchestrated chaos that erupts at the program's climax actually amounts to one heck of a team effort--including by those not technically on the card.

Much more than anything airing on Mondays or Thursdays, after watching Three-Fisted Tales, I'm excited to see what Chikara's got up its assortment of sleeves in 2010.


Learn more about the Chikara wrestling promotion at www.chikarapro.com. Character-written blogs and YouTube vignettes abound, dotting the narrative i's and crossing the storytelling t's--often in multiple languages. Chikara dvds are available at www.SmartMarkVideo.com.








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Friday, June 19, 2009

Daizee Haze's "Mind Trip": SHIMMER's Professor Offers a Face/Heel Tutorial

SHIMMER shines as a gritty Gold Standard when it comes to women's wrestling in the United States. The promotion has released 22 Volumes so far, and four more are on the way. Meanwhile, SHIMMER's relatively new Wrestling Academy starts a new semester on June 22nd, with promotional pioneer and all around indy superstar Daizee Haze as its Head Trainer.

It's an opportune time, then, to take a look back at "Mind Trip," Daizee's 2006 two-disc release. The title identifies Haze's finisher, a maneuver as deceptively potent as Daizee herself. It starts out as a "mere" snap mare, but brings the opponent's noggin all the way down to the mat.

The "M.T." moniker is doubly apt, however, as it presents a nifty, pretty "Trippy" concept: (side effects include dry mouth, the munchies, not to mention Fan Freak Out):

While "Good Daizee" wrestles valiantly on Disc 1, an Evil, "Bizarro" Daizee dominates Disc 2. Here's a brief breakdown of this dichotomous set:

Disc 1: As Our Scrappy Hippy Heroine, Daizee Haze is, in many ways, the ultimate underdog-- if only at first sight. Often coming to the ring bearing an enormous flower (the most friendly of foreign objects), she similarly brings a whole bouquet's worth of Babyface Attributes to every match.

Foremost among these are Resilience and Resourcefulness. In matches with SHIMMER Luminaries like Cheerleader Melissa, MsChif, and Allison Danger, Haze (and her co-workers) display dazzling exchanges of holds and counter-holds.

Daizee and MsChif have a particular chemistry together. The visual and character contrasts they supply, combined with a shared whip-smart in-ring intelligence, make for one of the more intriguing pairings in wrestling.

But it's in two seminal SHIMMER Main Events (against alpha female heel Lacey in Volume 1, then fellow face Sara Del Ray) that those aforementioned "R n' R" traits rise to the surface most strikingly.

Haze has the ability to appear convincingly and completely "spent," laid out entirely by her opponent's offense. This not only amounts to magnificent "selling", (as she expertly spotlights how formidable her foes are), but results in a much more memorable, suspenseful match "story" overall.

And, as far as Resourcefulness goes, she's a regular MacGyver of creative pinning combinations, manufacturing near-falls from near-scratch.

But--to attempt two excruciating cannabis-based references in a row, Haze's comebacks are as "organic" as they are "grass-roots." They're believable, all because she's established her athleticism and wrestling acumen early on in the match. She's The Little Engine That Could (Forearm You Out of Your Boots). Running on Renewable Energy.

Perhaps Haze's most symbolic display of resiliency is her trademark Surging Bridge out of a pin attempt, in which she legitimately looks like a bending reed, just about to rebound from a boot that's tried to trample her.

Disc 1 concludes with a SHIMMER-in-ROH Six-Woman Tag, a blockbuster match featuring the fed's constellation of stars (Melissa, The Minnesota Home Wrecking Crew (Lacey & Rain), MsChif & Danger), in which Haze still manages to shine. This is to be Daizee's last hurrah as a hero, however.

Disc 2: This opens with a music video (each disc offers one) that "swerves" the viewer mid-song, as Daizee mutates into the "Thorned Flower" of the montage title. Turning on her friends in ROH's Generation Next faction, then hitching her star to ROH's Embassy Stable, Haze goes on to torment women (and men) all across the indy landscape like a spreading species of weed.

I had a quibble or two with the second disc's match selections. Her IWC intergender tag with Chris Hero against Sumi Sakai and Glenn Spectre featured the fellas at least as much as they do Haze.

Then there's Spectre's goofy, sophomoric "Gay"(?) Gimmick to sit through. Spectre appears to be an outstanding athlete, but Rasslin's "impersonation" of homosexuality isn't exactly nuanced, even if the medium lends itself to the cartoonish (see: almost every Foreign Heel).

I'm not a tremendous authority on the gay lifestyle, but I'm gonna guess Spectre's impression is approximately as accurate and "complex" as when Pro Wrestling Presents: Mongolians (Stompers n' Killer Khans). Or Tourette's Syndrome Sufferers (Goldust). Or Involuntary Bulimics (Tommy Dreamer).

I think I've dug myself enough holes here for any number of Buried Alive matches. Which reminds me, don't get me started on pro wrestling's offensive depiction of Zombies over the years.

But back on track.

Haze's match with Rain also hardly casts Haze in a villainous light, haughty pre-match promo aside. After all, they're up against Chikara's supremely unlikeable Team F.I.S.T..

Inter-gender bullying in both matches can be quite queasy stuff as well, even if all women concerned acquit themselves very well.

Still, two Daizee-related spots help make these matches well worth watching: Haze and Sakai engage in an epic saga of Dueling Small Packages, while in Chikara country, Daizee nails a whirling satellite head-scissors on Akuma.

Each sequence makes the most of the squared-circle space, each is satisfyingly circular in its spectacle. A quick break now, as I pause to take inventory of what I've been smoking.

Despite the skill-over-size aspect that always makes it so easy to root for her, Haze as a Heel turns out to be not such a hard sell. For starters, the notion of a Flower Child who not only fights but Fights Dirty (making her somewhat of a "Nature Girl") positively reeks-- not so much of "Sensimilla," mind you, as downright Heel Hypocrisy!

For instance, I don't care if it's whittled from recycled hemp--using a concealed rope to enhance your sleeper-hold (as Haze does against Alere Little Feather) is cheating, dad-blast it!

How else can one Heel it up? How about bragging about your impeccable conditioning? Daizee takes time out from a head-scissors submission on IWA Mid-South mainstay Mickey Knuckes to stick to a Scott Steiner-inspired regimen of mid-match push-ups.

Haze interacts with the fans at ringside almost compulsively, a hero who's fallen under the spell of something more sinister than mellowing. Taking time to stick out her tongue at the camera on the way to the ring, it's as if Heel Haze has become some spoiled child of the Sixties instead of its wrestling muse.

She's also gone very nasty in the chop department. Always known for her "strikes," Daizee employs her arsenal of chops and slaps to insult and intimidate, not just as a "natural defense" against larger opponents. Call me Faint of Heart Punch, but some of the more sudden, savage slaps hit the viewer like a... well, a slap to the face. A vicarious slap, Haze Be Praised.

By the time it reaches its final match, the set's really come full circle. Daizee faces Sara Del Ray, her Main Event opponent from SHIMMER's third volume, but the dynamics are altogether different. By now, Haze has fully soured into a sullen glamor girl in gold lame'. She's no longer an ambassador of Chikara's "Peace, Love, & Lucha", but a Corrupted Embassy Convert.

She roars hilariously at the ref (mid-Muta Lock, mind you!) for supposedly Favoring Sara, complains that her Heavyweight Division rival exceeds her "weight limit," stomps on Del Ray's foot to facilitate a trade-mark take-down she used to accomplish through sheer skill. Mission Mind Trip Accomplished.

And Trip on this: the Mat Magic Carpet Ride chronicled here happened around three years ago, when The Haze was the same age that some of her students may be now. So for those aspiring wrestlers 9who will need to learn to execute Face-To-Heel Duplicity at The Drop of a Hat) this set may prove especially helpful.

The idea that Daizee Haze has a chance to plant the seeds of her in-ring inventiveness in a fresh class of wrestling students is a pretty thrilling thought. Flower Power indeed!


This set is definitely recommended. I bought it at a local indy show for $20, but Haze recently posted a MySpace blog saying her online store will be back up shortly, so it should be available again via the internet soon. For info on SHIMMER's Wrestling School, see www.visuex.com/shimmer, as well as Daizee Haze's MySpace Profile at http://www.myspace.com/daizeehaze.

Match Listing for Mind Trip:

Disc 1: 1. Music Video: A Loaded Flower
2. Daizee vs. Cheerleader Melissa, 3/5/05, All Pro Wrestling
3. Daizee vs. MsChif, 4/23/05, Central States Wrestling
4. Daizee vs. Allison Danger, 11/04/05, Ring of Honor
5. Daizee vs. Lacey, 11/6/05, SHIMMER
6. Daizee vs. Sara Del Ray, 2/12/06, SHIMMER
7. Daizee/Danger/MsChif vs. Melissa/Lacey/Rain, 4/1/06, ROH

Disc 2: 1. Music Video: A Thorned Flower
2. Daizee/Chris Hero vs. Sumi Sakai/Glenn Spectre, 7/29/05, International Wrestling Cartel
3. Daizee vs. Mickie Knuckles, 12/30/05, IWA Mid-South
4. Daizee/Rain vs. Icarus/Akuma, 2/26/06, Chikara
5. Daizee vs. Mercedes Martinez vs. Allison Danger vs. Lacey, 3/25/06, ROH
6. Daizee vs. Alere Little Feather, 4/23/06, Chikara
7. Daizee vs. Allison Danger, 5/26/06, Chikara
8. Daizee vs. Sara Del Ray, 6/3/06, ROH

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

2CW in Binghamton: Daizee, Deliri-Saw, Generico, The Gimmick Cubicle! Plus: The Patience of The Haze

I headed on out for the 2CW Binghamton show (about an hour away), and predictably had a pretty great time. This was my first "indy" show experience, if you can believe it. However many dvds I've seen, I was still bowled over by how close we fans were to the ring (I was in the second row).

My wife graciously served as wheel-woman on the way up from the Cooperstown area. But while I crept inside the Legion Hall, she opted for one of Binghamton's embarrassment of dive bars. That's right, wrestling fans, The Missus chose booze and barflies over backdrops, not to mention the queasy company of us mutant marks.

I'd fully expected her to seethe over a series of Long Island Iced Teas, then to invade 2CW with a Sandman-style entrance during the second half of the show. Such stunts are in fact mandatory, as they were written into our vows. Alas, 2CW failed to cover her transportation; and so, no dice.

I'd shown up in large part to see--and support--Haze and Perez, not to mention Delirious and Jigsaw. So I was (very naively) somewhat surprised that the 2CW faithful were not quite as "amped up" to watch SHIMMER stars live as I was.

I was perfectly prepared to receive the Great and Powerful Haze as the Ewoks welcomed C-3PO, but was dampened in my attempted ovation when my fellow NY-ers failed to follow suit.

The tone sometimes seemed to be one of Fans Fighting to Assert Their Heterosexuality while watching two women wrestle. The Dudes in Attendance (it was a rasslin' show, after all, so Dude-age predominated) were inclined to chant for Portia. Perez shrewdly countered with a petulant "Shut Up!".

The (Extreme) female minority (as well as those of us in touch with our Flower Power Side) tried to keep the Babyface Fire flame burning with our faint "Let's-Go-Daizee" counter-chant. Hell, at least folks were participating in the Wrestling Rooting Process.

At one point, when a sequence looked to have been botched, there were the beginnings of a "You &%$#ed Up!" chant, which I interpreted as a blow for women's rights. ECW "Originals" used to receive the same rotten treatment, right?

Daizee was reliably dazzling with her holds, moves (& transitions between the two). All while I tried to balance the thrill of Seeing SHIMMER Live with keeping up with the actual story of the match. I marked out for Haze's signature kip-up-into-an-armdrag in particular.

Perez picked up the win when Haze went for a sunset flip from the corner, and Portia hunkered down and held the ropes. This evened their 2CW rivalry up at one win apiece, as I think Daizee had triumphed the night before in Syracuse.

I was timidly determined to patronize Haze's table in Binghamton's Broom Closet of a Gimmick Cubicle. There I found myself faced with four equally excellent dvd selections, which I immediately began brooding over with absurd intensity.

While Daizee patiently explained the differences between the disc sets. I persisted in staring in blank terror at the quartet in front of me, as if at some insoluble math problem. With only twenty dollars burning a hole in my ten dollar pants, I hadn't counted on a test like this.

At last, absolutely perplexed, I more or less implored The Haze to pick one out for me.

She selected a set called "Mind Trip," which has the nifty theme of featuring Good Daizee in action on one disc, Evil Daizee on the other. This would make for a nice teaching tool when schooling students on how to approach playing a face or a heel at the SHIMMER Academy, I'd imagine.

Speaking of which, I stuttered out questions about SHIMMER ("Huh-How's SHIMMER going?") and its new school. In trying not to ramble or blurt out something ridiculous ("Your match with MsChif on Volume 14 changed my life, man!"), I think I came across more like a cyborg census taker demanding data than an honestly interested human fan.

But Daizee was again very nice and forthcoming, mentioning SHIMMER's recent massive taping sessions and offering up Academy stats--she been training two students so far.

I took this opportunity to "point out" (to her, mind you) that she had a Chikara match coming up with one of her students. I'd intended this to be a display of my Grappling Geek's Acumen, proof that I was indeed a fan. Instead, it may have seemed more like I was obsessing over her every career move. Curses, and foiled again!

But neurotic exaggerations aside, I did manage to mutter "Great Match Tonight", shake her hand (and say more or less the same to El Generico one table over) before beating a hasty retreat.

All this without tripping over a gimmick table leg and prat-falling through all of El Generico's merchandise, as I'd strongly suspected I might. Sure, this might have won me a brief "He's Hardcore!" chant, but it still would have been particularly rude, as I'd indeed failed to buy any of The Generic Luchador's wares beforehand.

All in all, it was a real privilege to watch so many favorites practice their craft live. I do wish I'd calmed down a tad, if only to have been a bit less of a 32-year-old Tool. But seasoned pro wrestlers like Haze and Generico no doubt have graduate degrees in dealing with such star-struck social ineptitude!

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Now Warming Up in the Bullpen: Joey "Wild Thing" Biden

Watching Delaware Joe wind up, then fail to find the strike zone at the first Baltimore Orioles home game reminded me that we never saw Dirty Dick Cheney toss a change-up throughout his two interminable terms in office.

It might be that he didn't want Al Qaeda scouts to see his split-finger, or know that he didn't have a curve ball. Perhaps his Secret Service Team feared they couldn't lug the defibrillators down from the Luxury Boxes in time.

And at any game in which Game was involved (your Orioles, Blue Jays, Cardinals, or the endangered spotted "Expo"), the VP's predatory instinct might well have taken over. Instead of the soft ceremonial pitch, he would have whipped out the pheasant gun he keeps strapped to his leg, shot the catcher in the face before turning to bag the flightless mascot diving into the dugout.

The instinct in these ridiculous instances is always to assess the athletic prowess of the politician dilettante. Why can't Obama bowl like the Big Lebowski ensemble? Will Jimmy Carter disgrace our nation at Curling? Sure, he ensured Union victory in the Civil War, but how would Ulysses S. Grant have fared on the Sumo circuit?

The man whose relentless smirk n' squint should put such musings to eternal rest is Oil Can Bush. Possibly the most Cross-Trainin'-Tested Commander-in-Chief on record, the honorary Texas Ranger (Reserve), we would have been infinitely better off leaving Dubya there in the gubernatorial minors, swindling the locals into buying stadiums. To keep his eye off the presidential prize, we should have lobbied to have brush-clearing elevated to an Olympic event. Anything to keep the Decider from deciding anything of National note, from jogging the electorate into the abyss, if not off a cliff.

By way of contrast, Biden's Ball One brought Muntada Al-Zaidi, Iraq's foremost Shoe-Flinger, back to mind. Now there was a hurler who knew how to fire in a brush-back pitch, bringing the heat with the most hardball question ever. It marked one of Dubya's few deft moments, made so because it was wholly wordless. He bobbed, weaved, just about Matrix-ed out of loafer's reach.

In a later interview, First Lady Laura seemed very nearly titillated by her husband's performance in Press Conference Line of Duty, citing a Higher Father-given athleticism that almost had her coming down with a conjugal case of The Vapors.

Once he walks barefooted out of the Iraq clink, will one of the more Wild Card-hungry teams contact "Shoe-less" Muntada Al-Zaidi for his services? If he could only keep from "announcing" his pitches at the top of his lungs before he threw them. My Zimbio
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Elmo Goes Green-Face

This strangely frigid afternoon, I did my bit for Mom and Pop as I patronized my friendly neighborhood dvd vending machine.

Wellity, wellity, by Sesame Street's Retarded Two-Headed Monster, what did I see, but Elmo's most recent shameful release? It's entitled "Elmo Goes Green," and it's an abject abomination masquerading as environmental consciousness.

Where's Sam the Eagle and his Standards and Practices Coalition when you need them? For that matter, where's Sam's daily four-hour long Right Wing radio talk show? I wants me the news, dammit!

The flimsy premise for Elmo's appalling Al Jolson act is that some little girl accomplice of his takes the Going Green trend too literally, and dabbles in the occult (that's right, Sesame Street, let's link fur color to witchcraft!) to turn him into an insufferably perky Hulk.

Now, if Elmo actually got angry along with the gamma-irradiation, that would be one thing: he'd at least be expressing human (i.e. muppet) emotion. But he's way too hopped up on a diabolical cocktail of uppers and assorted anti-depressants to let that happen. Sesame Street's Wellness Policy is an absolute joke.

Instead, we'll get a grotesque parody of Kermit's racial struggle, not to mention cheap shots at the destitute (see: Oscar the Grouch). Next he'll don a woolly mammoth get-up to mock Snuffalupagus's morbid depression and prehistoric heritage, instruct toddlers to scorn the Swedish Chef's Scandinavian heritage in a crude Swedish accent. Croonchy Stars will be rechristened Freedom Stars before you know it.

Elmo used to simply symbolize a general dumbing down of our society, from a previous Golden Age of Grover; with Elmo's most recent Minstrel Show, however, the evidence starts to mount: he's a hirsute, castrato anti-Christ.

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

But How Long Will We Have to Wait For A Sir-Mix-a-Lot Biopic?

Notorious, this decades' answer to Spike Lee's Malcolm X, "drops" this Friday (Not Next Friday, or the Friday after The Following Fortnight). Top that, Obama inauguration!

America (Hip Hop Nation that you are), the call has sounded: "Bring Your Family...Bring Your Friends...Because if you want to make it out of the multiplex alive, you'd better roll deep!"

Good Lord Jamar, why are they printing Biggie Smalls's disposable lyrics on the screen during the preview, as if he was the foremost wordsmith of our age? Trying to boost our reading comprehension of the classics, I assume?

And perhaps the greatest casualty of all, Bad Boy Studios has managed to implicate Angela Bassett in their nonsense. Although I've been eagerly awaiting the chance to hear her interpret the collected works of DJ Pooh.

And what's with this "before we change the world we have to change ourselves?" jibber-jabber? We're not even going to credit Man in the Mirror here, are we? They should have subtitled all the sampling going on at the bottom of the screen.

Will all the theaters be fumigated by Diddly Doo Dad's "Unforgiveable" fragrance? I'd imagine the scent wouldn't be distinctive enough to qualify as "stench," exactly. Wouldn't he have sampled the smells of assorted R & B artists, rather than allow us all to have a whiff of what undistilled talentlessness smells like?

Soon to be followed by derivative smell-sequels like "Reprehensible," "Oblivious," and "Black Diamonds" (Big Up to Lil' Liz (Taylor), Baddest Bitch of the Silver Screen!)

I can easily picture Puff Pastry secretly swiping a sample of David Bowie's pheromones at some Hamptons function. ("Nah, nah, Ziggy Stardust, I'm not doin' nothing. Here, have some more vintage Cristal.") All celebrity guests would have to dampen a Sean John-monogrammed towel with their famous armpit odor at the door, forfeiting all rights to the products of their pores.

I'm surprised Will Smith didn't pull a Raging Bull and pile on 175 pounds to portray the immortal B.I.G.. Alfonso Ribiero would have made a mighty moving Mase. Not since Dustin Hoffman's Rain Man would we have seen such a stirring tour-de-force.

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Monday, January 5, 2009

Daffney's Red Hot Rasslin': The Scream Queen Takes The South By Storm

During this past year's Presidential campaign, John McCain cut promos claiming voters didn't know "the real Barack Obama." On recent episodes of TNA Impact, however, many fans have been fairly sure who the fake Sarah Palin is. For left-wing wrestling nuts such as myself, she's far better than "the real thing."

It's as if we've all Crossed the Line into a more benevolent Universe (not named WWE), where the role of McCain's running mate, normally played by Palin, has now "turned face" to become Daffney.

Fans still suffering from Nitro withdrawal undoubtedly remember Daffney. She was one of the sparks of strange vitality to be found amid the ashes of death-throes WCW. In the chaos of that collapsing Cable TV star, she was one of the few flowers (say, the rare Screaming Daff-o-Dill) to organically grow from what some would call Vince Russo's distinctive brand of televised..."fertilizer".

And yet, despite stays in developmental, she was never truly transplanted to Titan Sports soil, at least as far as the "flagship" shows were concerned. So what's Daffney been up to during the "Crowbar to Cute Kip" Time Frame (as we all refer to it)?

Some small part of that answer can be found on Daffney's Red Hot Rasslin', a Highspots dvd from 2007. What with recent Spike TV stints--first, in a scrappy squash match segment against TNA juggernaut Awesome Kong, and now, as Beautiful People Consultant and Gubernatorial Impostor Sarah Palin--it's as good a time as any to give this release another look.

Red Hot Rasslin''s an assortment of matches featuring Daffney as she makes her mark all over the independent circuit. The sultry temperature of the title, as well as its strategic removal of the silent "W" (Well Hell, at least it's not called "Unseasonably Warm Sports Entertainment"!) reveals its focus: a fun, "southern-fried" approach to wrestling. Aside from a suspicious stop in New Jersey--the great Garden State always arouses slight alarm--the action's confined to the Red (Hot) States.

Daffney delivers: the dropkick, the reverse DDT, the Jericho-esque bulldog-by-the-hair, not to mention a state-of-the-art Northern Lights suplex, which makes more than one appearance.

But, aside from all that, Daffney has the brawling basics licked. In true Carolina style, she throws a fantastic punch (pretty much all she got to showcase in five memorable minutes of Fight Club against Kong), a nasty chop, as well as a fine, forceful short-arm lariat.

The UWF Mixed Tag Match highlights are presented here as prelude to a passing showdown with the Knockouts Champ Gail Kim. Daffney does her job as shrill heel quite well, preferring to face her male enemies rather than Kim, TNA's #1 "Face" at the time. When the crowd chants for Kim's partner to tag her in, Daffney nearly drowns them all out in screeching protest, further building anticipation to when they lock up at last.

Unfortunately, when it comes to their one-on-one contest, Daffney's almost cast as the third party candidate, with a lot of the focus placed on a feud between Kim and corrupt referee Jacqueline Moore (think an attractive, African American Bill Alphonso--or, better yet, don't).

Still, Daffney undeniably racks up the victory, thanks to an accelerated three count straight outta the Nick Patrick School of Evil Officiating.

It's when we move down IWA Mid-South way that Rasslin' Business really Picks Up, courtesy of a great match with promotional mainstay Mickie Knuckles. It was via an excellent Chris Vetter Torch review of this event ("Sunday Bloody Sunday"), that I started to get a sense that Daffney's grappling game was growing by leaps, bounds, and top-notch monkey-flips.

Daffney's back in Baby Face mode here, forcing her to walk a fine line (on Mid-South's filthy mat): Help keep Mickie looking like a real ring monster, all while opening eyes about her own ability along the way.

This turns out to be a theme of this collection: the commentators, citing her predilection for fan interaction, tend to doubt Daffney's seriousness as an in-ring competitor. Daffney doesn't fail to surprise with her in-ring skill, at the same time supplying the antics her fans have come to expect. In the end, the opponent gets put over as the formidable favorite who eventually triumphs, and we get a much better match as a result.

In this case, Knuckles is equal parts mat wrestler and intimidating brawler; Daffney keeps pace with her on both fronts.

Daffney's Rasslin' Lesson #1: Daffney foolishly tries to lift husky Mickie into a conventional suplex, straining and straining in vain to hoist her powerhouse opponent. Finally, in frustration, Daffney shifts her grip to Mickie's waist, and pulls off a picturesque Northern Lights Suplex, an impressive pin attempt which Knuckles nevertheless kicks out of. Daffney comes off as resourceful, while Knuckles now looks nearly unbeatable.

(Side Note: Now, Sarah Palin may be able to see the Aurora Borealis from her house, but I'll bet my last hockey puck she can't perform a half-decent Northern Lights suplex. Same goes for Russia and its signature leg-sweep, which also shows up in an encounter with veteran technician Allison Danger--a nifty counter to a suplex attempt. America, we cannot afford a President with Palin's limited move-set. A Governor, maybe--just kidding there, Mr. Ventura).

Daffney's Rasslin' Lesson #2: Daffney plays to the Mid-South male demographic (okay, that's pretty much all the fans in attendance). She buries Mickie's mug in her decotage. The announce team referred to the region as Daffney's "cavernous bosom," immediately making their contribution to the Broadcasting Lexicon, alongside "Crimson Mask" and "Scalded Dog".

Daffney's entertaining new finisher was another desperate gambit: submission by mammary, much more merciful than, say, the Von Erich Claw. Still, it's a tactic I'm surprised less resourceful wrestlers like JBL haven't turned to more often. Cue rimshot, while I scurry to Joey Styles for protection.

Knuckles begins to falter in the face of such smothering; we wonder all the while if Daffney's managed to raid Jim Cornette's Pharmacy, spiking her cleavage with Ether. Hey, this is Mid-South after all!

Mickie recovers, repaying that maternal instinct (so rare in wrestling these days) by rudely hurling Daffney, bosom first, across the ring. Now, the announcers crassly christened it "The Boobie Toss;" I prefer the infinitely more tasteful "Hooters Airlines," perhaps "The Breast-Put," or, everyone's offensive favorite, the "Hail Mammary."

Then again, personal choice in terrible terminology is part of what makes this country great.

The point being, the crowd pops again, Mickie looks like the Olympic favorite for the D-Cup Discus Event in 2012, and a suspenseful match has a moment of comedy relief. Everybody wins--except Daffney, dammit!

In WSU's New Jersey Grudge Match (Loser Leaves Lodi?), there's a real rapport between Daffney and Talia Madison/TNA Beautiful Person/Palin Disciple Velvet Sky. It's a convincing battle that swings back and forth from compelling wrestling match to what ECW might call a Five Star Cat Fight. WSU's Low Definition filming of the match doesn't do it total justice; this was their first All-Women's show, and they look to still be feeling their way a bit.

(Side Note #2: Daffney's occasionally billed with the last name Unger. It was only in watching an old Odd Couple rerun that I realized she might well be playing the Goth Chick equivalent of Felix to Talia's Oscar. Although I don't recall Jack Klugman or Walter Matthau sporting quite so many blonde highlights.)


Speaking of highlights, among those in this match is a impressive marathon victory roll, Talia over Daffney over Talia, a runaway ferris wheel which only ends when our Red Hot Heroine eats turnbuckle at the far side of the ring.

TNA might want to bottle a bit of this chemistry for a blow-off brawl between Daffney (Palin spectacles removed) and Velvet Sky: I nominate a No-DQ, Pantsuits, Iraqi Journalist's-Shoe-on-a-Pole Alaskan Street Fight. One can just imagine Daffney managing to "matrix" out of the path of that flying loafer.

The dvd wraps up with two shorter segments: a 2003 TNA X-Plosion appearance as her character Lucy, and a more recent tag match featuring her Shark Girl persona. On X-Plosion, Daffney has to compress her Specialty (Elevating her Co-Workers) to TV Time, in an intense but lickety-split scrap with Simply Luscious. Lucy looks to be a perfectly friendly redhead from Hades (theologically, only a door or so down from The Inferno-- fellow Scream Queen MsChif's Hometown).

I reckon the winter line Lucy's wearing here refers more to her Cold Day in Heck gimmick as Lucy Furr, rather than the Impact Zone actually freezing over. It's always sad to see an appealing character seemingly rise and fall (on TV, anyway) in the space of a single match. All this, with little attention from frantic commentators Mike Tenay and Don West, who might as well have still been hyperventilating about the NWO.

Couldn't Lucy have turned out to be Sinister Jim Mitchell's illegitimate daughter, or had a feud with Black Reign, who insanely insisted her faux fur was Arctic Fox in origin? Hey, TNA, either notion makes more sense than a Reverse Battle Royal!

Shark Girl's been having better luck. The Daffney character's SHIMMER career has been bogged down by a bum knee (which the promotion's ferocious heels lose little time in targeting). For Daffney fans this is a pretty depressing development.

But her comic-book transformation into half-fish has allowed that leg cartilage to miraculously heal, and accumulate a super-hero's share of victories in the process. She continues that trend here, teaming with Amber O' Neal against ODB & Traci Brooks (Aha! So the "B" in ODB stands for Brooks! I knew it!)

Will we see S.G. resurface as Stone Cold Shark Boy's snarling love interest, say, Luna Va-Shark Girl? Book it, Jarrett! I dares ya.

One drawback to this release is its running time, which--despite the rambling of this review-- clocks in at just over 60 minutes. Highspots has seen to it that the program is brisk and that it spotlights its star (the inter-gender matches elegantly fade-out to omit portions not directly involving the Gail Kim vs. Daffney feud). They may have gone too far, however, as even some of the singles matches have been streamlined to make sure they don't test the viewer's minuscule attention span. It definitely leaves fans wanting more, which may have been one of the dvd's aims.

Highspots would have done well to supplement this footage with an interview. This is an approach SmartMarkVideo has apparently already successfully taken with stars like Claudio Castagnoli and Arik Cannon.

Daffney's perspective, as a performer who began as more of a wrestling personality on a prominent show, only to dedicate herself to her craft in the ensuing years (even as the wrestling boom ebbed), adapting her established character while taking on new ones all together, would make for especially interesting content.

Moreover, Daffney's engaging personality comes across in these matches, and would certainly have shone through in a shoot interview. Something to consider for the second volume, perhaps.

So, Red Hot Rasslin' ain't necessarily a career retrospective. Instead, it's an extended snapshot of one of wrestling's most improved performers, and a story of passion paying off. Her actual victories are rare on this disc, but memorable moments and overall resilience are the underlying theme.

For TNA, it makes for quite the audition tape, particularly if they're serious about shoring up their Knockouts division. Let's hope TNA's got more in store for Daffney than as temporary Palin Doppelganger. Is Daffney's Palin disguise meant to lure Velvet Love into a "Maverick-y" trap?

For the love of swerves, let MsChif be lying in wait (setting off a Scream Queens vs. Beautiful People tag feud for the ages). Failing that, Crowbar lurking in the Impact Zone shadows in McCain make-up will do quite nicely.

Daffney & Crowbar? Now there's a strong ticket! Talk about bringing Real Change to America--they'd create total anarchy, brother! All of it Constitutionally sound, of course.

But if any character could be endearingly wacky enough to pose as the governor, then plausibly parlay that psychotic break into a spot on the TNA roster, it would be Daffney. Just as in WCW, in TNA it would be one of the few things that would make a delightfully crazy sort of sense.

Six sides of sense, as a matter of fact.

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Match Listing, from Highspots.com & myspace.com/daffanatic4life:

Chapter 1
Exerpts from: Mixed Tag Match
"The Man Scout" Jake Manning & Daffney vs. Eric Young & Gail Kim
UWF - 11/30/08 - Emporia, VA

Chapter 2
Exerpts from: Mixed Tag Match
Joey Matthews & Daffney vs Scotty 2 Hotty & Gail Kim
UWF - 12/1/07 - South Boston, VA

Chapter 3
Gail Kim vs. Daffney (special ref - Jackie Moore)
UWF - 5/12/07 - Greensboro, NC

Chapter 4
Mickie Knuckles vs. Daffney
IWA - 4/22/07 - San Antonio, TX

Chapter 5
Talia Madison vs. Daffney
WSU - 3/3/07 - Lodi, NJ

Chapter 6
Allison Danger vs. Daffney
CWA - 11/16/07 - Statesville, NC

Chapter 7
Simply Luscious vs. Lucy
TNA Explosion - 5/21/03

Bonus
Excerpts from: Women's Tag Match
Amber O'Neal & Shark Girl vs. ODB & Tracy Brooks
CWA - 1/2007 - Statesville, NC

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