MAXIMUM IMPACT WORKRATE 5.15
Florida Indie. Feel my pain. Using the Worldwide Scale for the first time this millenium. Let Dean explain it to you.
WHAT WORKED
From IWA right before this on Sunshine, Homicide V Chicano from Bayamon home of the Expos was the best ECW brawl I've seen in some time. Table spots from atop the dugout, Homicide bumping into the outfield wall, crane shots -- this was tight. Slyk Wagner Brown is in company now too. POINTS: N/A
Lex Lovett has gotten better in the last couple of years, kind of like a young Bob Backlund as heel. Here he works Antonio Banks, who may have been one of the 18 RB the Dolphins had that year a few years back. The match? If you sent Scoot Andrews back to 1982 to wrestle Mike Graham, and then watch this match while running trains on Paula Cole, they wouldn't call it one of their favorite things. Everything was Well Done here, but this lost the crowd midway through and never found it again. This needed blood and something that felt shootish in the middle, with less blown 1995 lucha spots in the Hot Finish. Blowing a cradle sucks too. They should keep it more basic and work stiffer, but this match had nice pacing early on. Boring, but well-intentioned; like head from the bookmobile driver who realizes you only like it with the dentures out. .75, WORLDWIDE
SCOOT ANDREWS is in the house, working Bruno Sassi. Points for the Tampa Breaks/d&b mix of 2001 Theme. Scoot is from Jacksonville and mad props to him. Bruno Sassi has a Dogfaced Gremlin John Belushi in Animal House shtick going, but sells his kicked knee like it was shot so points there. I've never thought much of Scoot's psychology, but here it is so legcentric it is desc. by KEVIN KELLY as 'VETERANISM'~! Scoot is scrappy, sort of like a Raider Kerry Collins when he attempts to end Sassi's career with the F4, and works the whole Flair workin-the-leg moveset, complete with step-over toehold and the alternate Brisco version of the Figure 4, making Sassi pass out from the pain. Full Point, and Scoot looked very assured here. Too small for WWE, but the man can work.
WHAT DIDN'T WORK
WARLORD squashes Kevin Divine, Logan Casey, and Scott Commodity. Announcers tease the reason Warlord was blackballed for a decade from wrestling. Maybe because he went broadway in squash matches with merely a powerbomb, a press slam, and a full nelson in his arsenal? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzero
MARKET CRASHERS are bad guys. VANDALS are fan favorites. This is some cheesy 1988 shit. These guys all look like scrubs, no thought to their looks. This gets better when they slow down and wrestle, but the Vandals are way too kayfabe babyface for a C-List one-building indy outfit. Craashers do your basic Disorderly Conduct offense, but slower, as if not conditioned like Tuff Tom. "Veteranism", again, and I drink for my boys at Da Prez. This really dragged, especially when the eye candy came in doing her Alexandra York shakes it like a salt shaker over Dick Slater's dirty dong routine all these valets do of late. All these rear chinlocks make her horny, I hear. The Crashers have biceps like Abdullah the Butcher as rendered in Spam at the Vermont State Fair in 1983. Look it up. The hot finish here works OK -- nice superkick from a Vandal. The score? .5
2.25/4= .563! Yay for MaxImpact.