This match on YouTube from Premier Pro Wrestling had a nice old-school vibe. Matt Vine is the arrogant dickhead Heel in the bulging blue trunks, trying to compete against his spectacular opponent in a pose-off.
The hard-body, Ron Reeves, must have a thing for Tarzan given his leopard print trunks. One of the commentators points out that we could wash our clothes on those washboard abs.
I appreciate that these two men look like a pair of old-timey rasslers with their stretchy trunks and tall boots. They wrestle like the Good Old Days too, with Reeves actually using an honest-to-goodness Arm-Bar. Reeves is portraying the spectacular Baby-Face who will soon be made to pay for showing off his hard body earlier.
Vine uses violence to gain the upper hand over the more spectacular Reeves. He kicks the Tarzan wanna-be in the washboard abs, then plants his skull into the mat to stun him. This is that magical moment in any wrestling match where the power and authority shifts from the heroic Baby-Face t0 the cruel villain.
Vine’s specialty seems to be dishing out concussions by conking his victim’s heads on the mat. Here he grants a handful of Tarzan’s hair and drops him on the back of his head. The hero has been reduced to a submissive toy, obediently allowing Vine to pick him up at will and bash him down at will.
I am liking these two wrestlers more and more as the match continues — especially this sleazy fuckin Bad Boy, Matt Vine, with his blue trunks and his skull crushing offense. Again clutching a big handful of hair, he makes Reeves pay for looking so buff and spectacular by crashing his forehead to the canvas.
Reeves is no match for this cruel sumbitch. Again we see him thrown roughly down to the mat.
Concerned about their Baby-Face savior, the fans begin to chant “Go Ronnie, Go! Go Ronnie, Go!” Their 1980’s-style enthusiasm just inspires Vine to act even more sadistic and cocky. He is a top notch villain who gets more awesome the louder the fans cheer for his opponent, I love it.
He kneels on the back of the hero’s neck and proceeds to deliver a Gun Show — a cheesy grin on his face to emphasize his pleasure in humiliating hot guys. He tells the fans to “Shut the hell up!” and later mocks them by saying, in a sarcastic tone of voice, “Yeah, give it up for the guy who’s losing” as if the fans are a bunch of idiots.
Milad Akbar, who holds the Championship strap, is somehow involved in this love triangle. He is seen in the background seated at ringside enjoying the wrasslin’.
It seems Akbar hates Vine so he decided to sit at ringside (shirtless of course) to “scout him out.” It seems fishy to me though — if you hated a guy, would you sit around watching him kick ass?’
Keeping with the classic wrestling theme, Vine reaches into his trunks and pulls out some hard-to-see foreign object. CRACK — he brains Reeves in the head to knock him out for an easy victory.
After the bell rings, Akbar informs the ref that Vine is hiding something in his trunks. Like a dog with a bone, the ref digs around in those blue trunks to find the foreign object. He spots something large and heavy tenting the front Vine’s trunks and orders the match to be restarted. (Wouldn’t it be more fair really to just award the bout to Reeves?)
Soon after the match is re-started, Reeves breaks off a short series of impressive moves to win the bout. Here he covers his dazed opponent, spreading his long legs apart for leverage to keep him from kicking out.
This was an entertaining little match with all the tropes, tricks, and spots from the good old wrestling I grew up on. Vine excels as the hateful, smirking, cheating fucker, arguing with the audience and flexing his muscles in between making Tarzan’s life a living hell. And I could watch Reeves suffering in his snug little leopard trunks all night long. Having studly Milad Akbar also in the mix is an extra little spurt of pleasure. A good showing by Premier Pro Wrestling.
