Was that shit not illegal back in the 70’s or what?
One of my wrestling JO buddies — we’ll call him Classic Pro Joe — sent me a link to this old Tag Team bout. The Fabulous Kangaroos in their matching blue trunks are blatantly cheating against the black dude in red trunks — Prince Pullins. When the Prince manages to roll up Don Kent, sadistic Al Costello blatantly kicks him right off his partner!
At the time this match aired, they still referred to Tag Team matches as “Australian” Tag Team matches. I always figured these Fabulous Kangaroos perhaps invented these two-on-two bouts, or perhaps brought the style to the USA. So I always figured they had an experience advantage, being from Australia.
Are you trying to behead the poor guy?!
The Kangaroos seem to HATE Prince Pullins — especially Al Costello, the cheating fucker snapping their victim’s throat over the top rope for no reason. They get so rough with him, as if he owes them money or something.
We get the sense that maybe the reason they’re targeting Pullins for torture is because he’s black. Maybe in Australia, this is how they treat their minorities. Maybe all this cruel abuse they’re inflicting on the poor guy should be investigated as a Hate Crime. Maybe they don’t feel he deserves to call himself “prince.”
The ref exhibits zero authority.
My friend Classic Pro Joe and I both agree that the best scene of the entire match occurs when Costello grinds the Prince’s nutsack on the steel post, one foot braced on the post for leverage. Meanwhile, Kent stomps the poor guy’s face in.
This ball-busting by the Kangaroos implies a sexual assault. Knowing what they say about black guys, the Australians may be trying to ruin his superior manhood so they can reign as the Alpha Males with the biggest balls in the ring.
Here is how Joe described his enjoyment of the match and the Kangaroos in general:
“These two studs drive me wild. I like these kind of rugged, non-pretty boy wrestlers. They’re just big tough real men. Bet you’ll like their matching outfits, to say nothing of their brutal wrestling style: not a lot of fancy moves, mostly punching, choking, and stomping–just they way I like it.”
Yes there is something to be said for big, beefy, brutal no-nonsense Men. Joe reminds me of this — his enthusiasm for old timey wrestling rubbing off on me (so to speak) and sparking my own enthusiasm for this match.
Joe continues his commentary:
“The scene starting around 4:00 is pure wrestling heaven. One the kangaroos is smashing the black guys balls into the turnbuckle while the other is stomping him on the head.”
We sense the unjustified hate they feel for Prince Pullins — their desire to destroy and punish him although he’s done nothing against them.
Cruelty delivered in a sexy manner.
I know what some of you are thinking — these wrestlers aren’t pretty or swole enough to appear on The Wrestling Arsenal. Do any of these guys even lift, bro?
What Joe and I can see — which is maybe invisible to others — is the erotic nature of cruel hair-pulling and other brutal attacks, an arousal sparked by manly dominance “big tough real men.” If done well, the wrestling itself becomes the turn-on, not the wrestlers’ appearances.
Is this a wrestling match or a lynching??
It also helps if you’re of a certain age and this style of wrestling — these thick, beefy physiques — this blatant choking and stomping — were your first (and therefore most powerful) introduction to the homo-erotic nature of wrasslin.
I wrote an article called Imprinting back in March 2011 that explained the reason myself and my buddy Joe get off on this match. It’s because this shit was our first bite of the apple.
By the way, Prince Pullins does have a partner — a tall blond pretty-boy named Ricky Hamilton or something. We don’t see much of him in the ring because the Kangaroos have a real hard-on for punishing black dudes.
But they do allow Ricky in the ring near the end of the match for a decent share of humiliation as well. Here Costello Double Fish-hooks the kid.
It’s highly possibly you didn’t get into this match or any of the guys in it. That’s OK — different strokes. I know I found it exciting which is why you’re seeing it on my blog, and it’s nice to know my buddy Joe found it exciting too — so I can rest assured that I am not alone in my odd kinks.
Hey man. You totally captured what is so fuckin’ hot about this match. No, they’re not young chiseled muscle gods, but they are big hot brutal men. That scene where the Prince is getting his balls pounded into the turnbuckle, like I said, is pure, brutal wrestling heaven. Thanks for the post.
Hottest thing I’ve seen in a LONG time. Big sexy Aussie guys BUSTIN the Dark Prince’s balls and totally dominating him! Brutal gold! Watching the black dude squirm in that deadly headlock!!! Ohhhh yeah man!
The match? obviously loved it… but i didn’t like the point of your article when i got the sensation that you felt the need to justify your joy.
This is the type of wrestling I grew up with as well. Back when it was popular but not a multimillion-dollar corporate business (and thus got ruined). The days of gym bods/steroids were in the future and most dudes looks normal. You identified with them rather than just followed them (as we do today). Like strippers, some wrestlers had a “gimmick” and a look that set them apart. Each match is self-contained and not like modern ones where feuds are built up or just matches are set-ups to a pay-per-view. What is also different here is how PERSONAL the abuse is. This was before the theatrical gymnastics and wrestlers just pounded into each other, got each other into intimate locks, and really laid down the law as to who was on top and who was losing. These type of matches are more of the blue-collar versions than the candy-coated ones we get today. Always satisfying!