3PW Resurrection 06/18/05

Previously in 3PW…

Pro Pain Pro Wrestling
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
New Alhambra Sports & Entertainment Center
Attendance 150
Commentary by Kevin Kelly & Doc Daniels

And here we are, the last 3PW show with a very unfortunate name.

This event happened after ECW One Night Stand so I think Meanie was hoping for a big turnout so people could listen to his side of events but it didn’t work out that way. Maybe because he’d already talked to every publication and website in existence about it. And also because the main event is Roadkill vs. Mystery Opponent which is never a good idea.

It’s the same non-Smart Mark Video production team as last month so the lightning and audio are very different. The production team has bothered to lay tarp on the empty spaces and it makes a world of difference as the brightness from the lights isn’t turning everyone into Sheamus’ entrance.

The Messiah vs. Sterling James Keenan

Messiah is over as he lobs weapons into the ring. Kelly says the critics claim Messiah has been throwing his life away to concentrate on hardcore wrestling. This is XPW’s Messiah, correct?

Messiah reminds us last month he got busted open “by a frigging ukulele” and he’s sick of garbage matches. Oh that’s why Kelly got that line in, I thought he was just over voicing his opinion as usual. Crowd chant “CZ-DUB” and Messiah says that he enjoyed his time with that company but it’s over and all CZW did was provide him with medical bills. So Messiah wants to prove he can actually wrestle and does so by going through a decent feeling out process sequence with Sterling. German Suplex gets two while Kelly says “let’s face it, the only reason Messiah was booked last month was because we knew we were going to get some blood.” It’s a bit sad to see them starting a storyline on the last show. Messiah gets crotched on an Old School so Sterling starts working on his knee because it’s connected to the cock bone. “You ever done any MK Ultra?” asks Kelly. It’s Sterling’s finisher but it’s funny without context.

Crucifix Powerbomb gets two as does the pop-up cutter. Messiah tries a spinning TKO but Graves falls off and doesn’t realise he was supposed to counter so they re-do the spot and Messiah ends up in a STF. Everyone noticed. Sterling attempts to backdrop Messiah over the ropes but he lands on his feet (in theory, he banged the hell out of his knees on the steps which made everyone yell “woah!” but he pretended he didn’t) so he goes over the ropes for a Sunset Flip which Sterling tries to counter for the MK Ultra but Messiah’s head is an inch off the ground so they wisely ignore it and go for a Boston Crab instead. Oh my God. Messiah lands a tornado DDT out of nowhere on the chairs Sterling had already set up to end this at 8:04.

I’ve seen better spots on Baron Harkonnen’s neck. Commentators wonder if Messiah intended to use those chairs to try and give this intrigue but all it did was prove Messiah really did need weapons to make his matches work because this one fell apart like Lidl toilet paper. He’d wisely return to CZW after this. Funny how those issues got resolved when there’s one less company around.

Monsta Mack vs. Josh Daniels

“He’s all business!” yells Kelly about Josh Daniels. Yeah, that ain’t a positive.

Mack makes it clear he can also grapple and has the strength advantage too. Mack’s chops don’t faze the Benoit clone who retaliates with lariats until Mack falls down from whittling. Kelly remarks about the “brutal honesty” of the Philly crowd motivating Daniels who is wrestling how he always does. Daniels works over Mack in his usual plodding, emotionless style while Kelly plugs the rest of the show like it’s a TV broadcast and he’s worried we’ll switch channels. Daniels walks into a desperate lariat and after both men mash the pad to get back up, Mack splats him with a Samoan drop. Mack gets cut off going to the top rope and takes a superplex. “This crowd either hates ya or appreciates ya!” says Kelly as the crowd sound bored. Mack overheads Daniels halfway across the ring with a belly to back, but as he’s setting up the big lariat he wanders right into a German Suplex. Second missile dropkick is side-stepped, allowing Mack to Powerbomb Daniels and land a Frog Splash to end it at 8:52.

No wonder Kelly was talking like it was Sunday Night Heat, this match wouldn’t have felt out of place on there. At least it breezed by, usually Daniels matches feel like eight hours and fifty two minutes.

Post-match, Bison Bravado runs in to chokeslam Mack. “That’s the current WXW (USA) champion! He’s known for hurting people! He nearly killed a kid recently!” Woah what? Bison talks a bunch but I can barely understand him (the Arena acoustics strike again) so Kelly explains he’s a bad dude who thinks Mack’s best days are behind him. Bison would retire in 2010, Mack is still going in 2026.

Kris Krude vs. Damian Adams

Kelly: “Ladies and Gentlemen…the before picture.” A front row fan holds up a “Please don’t eat my sign” sign, but luckily Frank Talent is there to prevent that from happening despite Krude’s best attempts. I appreciate his willingness to exploit his largeness. “And you thought Edge was a homewrecker, look at this guy!” Krude gets a woman from the crowd to spray his bingo wings and he’s not weird about it which is amazing for this period. Sorry, Tommy Dreamer has been in the news so I assumed the worst was going to happen to a woman in the ECW Arena.

“When I saw the run sheet, I thought it was going to be Chris Cruise! Remember that hack announcer who thought he was too good for the business?” Kevin Kelly said that. Krude holds on for dear life as he scales the bottom rope to pose for the fans. Lots of stalling to start so everyone from the fans to commentators can get their jokes in. “I heard a rumour he can wrestle.” Krude is given an Irish Whip so Adams leaves the ring to watch Krude continually bounce off the ropes until he collapses. Krude tries to chase Adams around the ring, which results in Adams lapping him. “Slow and steady wins the race, although in this case it’s a massive coronary.” Adams needs security’s assistance in rolling him back into the ring but this effort causes Adams to need a rest and take a Samoan Drop for two. Which Samoan is he, Rikishi Fat? Adams powers up even though the crowd have given up supporting this match. Krude misses an Avalanche so Adams punches him a million times to attempt to take him off his feet like he’s Yokozuna. Enziguri knocks him down but it takes too much energy to turn him over, so Krude crotches him on the top rope and uses a foreign object from inside his fat flaps (!) with a walking elbow drop ending it at 9:22.

Shame the crowd lost interest in this because I thought this was big dumb comedy done well. Fat jokes are funny.

Backstage interview (maybe the first one in 3PW history) with Keenan explaining that Messiah didn’t beat him, the chair did. Keenan explains he will become the ruler of the world, but I guess he had to settle for commentating approximately eight shows a week.

Ron Zombie vs. Jay Money

Ron talks on the mic and again, I have no clue what he says. Lou Reed’s LuLu is an easier listen than ECW Arena promos. Kelly thankfully explains Ron is retiring because he sucks. Jay doesn’t have a cagematch profile so Ron immediately Pearl Harbours him as he walks into the ring. Reverse neckbreaker off the second rope connects on Jay, who comes back seconds later with a powerslam. Ron no-sells that to chokeslam Jay before finishing with the Soul Crusher elevated DDT at 2:30.

They’re giving Ron Zombie squash matches? I love 2005 3PW. Ron ignores the backstage interviewer backstage and we move on.

3PW Tag Team Title Match

Blackball’d (Greg Matthews & Rockin’ Rebel) (c) vs. America’s Most Wanted (Chris Harris & James Storm)

AMW are welcomed by female screams and male boos. Kelly says they’re maybe the top tag team in America today and yeah, I agree. Only MNM and Strong/Evans could contest that accolade, which is why it’s hilarious they’re wrestling fucking Rebel, the guy who gets booked so companies can use his promoter’s licence. It’s like Brooklyn Brawler getting a title shot.

“I would not call the 3PW tag title linage stellar” says Kelly in the understatement of the night. Harris gets the mic to say the ECW Arena sucks ass and they should be thankful to be here before a PPV tomorrow. Oh Slammiversary is happening, and they’re facing…BG James & Konnan? No memory of that match and judging by the reviews, I’m glad. Rebel says five years from now, no-one will remember TNA but everyone will remember ECW. Mate people didn’t remember Rebel was in ECW when he was in ECW. James Storm gets cheap heat by trying to knock a fan’s hat off and then pretending to trip up the bottom rope. This goes on and on and on.

Rebel starts with a frigging Sunset Flip on Storm who responds by hurling him out the ring. It’s so weird seeing him motivated. Greg and Rebel dominate to start so Harris and Storm land in all kinds of gay positions. Happy Pride Month, Blog Of Doom! Do it for the Johnny B. Badd (redacted)-o-meter. We reset with Harris and Matthews grappling and ending up outside so Storm can get a cheeky superkick. Greg ignores it to go for a Sunset Flip of his own with the ref kicking Harris’ hand off the ropes as we are just doing every cheap heel spot we know here. Crowd are into it, I’m not complaining. Harris and Storm nearly come to blows (not like that) as they stall some more on the outside. Matthews lands a lovely high angle leg lariat in the corner and manages to land on his feet after it. Immediately after I compliment him, he tries a Flair Flip in the corner but bangs his arse on the steps just like Messiah did earlier. Those steps are taking out more wrestlers than Sports Pharmacy.

Greg recovers and tries another Sunset Flip over Harris but lands directly into a superkick from Storm. That ruled and even the grown men applauded. Greg tries to come back with a staple gun but AMW are like “nah you can actually sell for a bit mate” and start working over Greg with chokes and kicks. Rebel keeps breaking up any pins as the commentators wonder how high up Black’ball’d would rise the ranks by pinning the best tag team in the world. I don’t know but SPOILER this is their last match together. Greg continues to take a pounding, including a suplex on the floor. Crowd really gets behind Greg as he eventually rolls to Rebel’s corner and he comes in like a piece-of-shit on fire. Storm cuts him off quickly but it’s just to set up a wonderful Tower Of Doom powerbomb/assisted superplex.

That starts a generous “fuck TNA!” chant because they had wrestling like this every week on TV but screw ’em anyway. Rebel misses a chair shot on the outside, leading to Greg attempt an O’Connor Roll which Harris pushes away into the same chair on the outside…but Greg kicks out of that because we are doing everything in this match. Greg is set up for the Death Sentence but Rebel powers in at the last second to bust out a double STO…for two. Spinebuster stops Greg moving for a few seconds before setting up the Powerbomb/Suplex combo but *that* gets broken up by Rebel yanking Storm out of the ring leading to Greg getting a quick backslide for…the pin at 23:44?!

I was not expecting that finish, match structure or length. A fascinating display of “touring champions” coming in to do their match with opponents that are doing it whether they want to or not. Greg and Rebel were both up for it though which is funny if you’re familiar with their work but credit for them both pulling in a shift with a tag team who were taking no bullshit. Fascinating match if you care about Philly stalwarts.

Simon Diamond and Talia arrive in a limo and cut a promo in the prestigious ECW Arena parking lot. “I’m the straw that stirs 3PW!”

3PW Tag Team Title #1 Contendership Three Way Elimination Match

Notorious Inc. (Devon Moore & Drew Blood) vs. The Salvation (JT Moses & Judas Gray) vs. The Primetime Playaz (Mike Brown & Teddy Fine)

Drew Blood talks on the mic but Rebel joins us on commentary to talk all over him so he can tell everyone how good he’s feeling so we’ll move on.

We start as we mean to go on with an insanely brutal elevated double stomp from Devon Moore to Brown.

“That’s what we gets for not being on time!” The Salvation come back with a Total Elimination variant as these are a bunch of teams who know how to do overcomplicated moves and nothing else. Gray lands a crappy chinbreaker variant and a fan yells loud enough for the camera to pick it up “what the hell was that?” Blood delivers a MK Ultra to Brown while Moore dropkicks his head to eliminate him. Oh but his partner Teddy is still in the match? Uhhh ok.

Teddy delivers a Bubba Bomb to Blood which brings in Gray who is dressed as the saddest Matt Hardy cosplay you’ve ever seen. Teddy does Arn Anderson’s “fakeout a punch” spot but combines it with a Fameasser instead of a DDT which is a nice mix-up. Shame it’s a throwaway spot like everything else in this match as Teddy locks in a cravat to bore the crowd. Eventually Teddy reverses a Sunset Flip into a Texas Cloverleaf for the tap out as the fan’s clap in relief.

Moses is the biggest guy in the match so he avalanches Teddy and sends him into the mat with a spinebuster. Notorious Inc. land double enziguris because they’re sensing the match is dying, and take a double clothesline from the big man in response. Moses splashes both pleathery lads but Gray runs in to accidentally hit his partner with a chair to eliminate his team. Jesus this match is overbooked.

Notorious Inc. fuck up their double team singing leg lock into their corner but no one notices. Wow this crowd must be really tapped out to let that one go. Drew misses a back senton as Teddy is still fighting in a match he can’t win, like Keegan’s NUFC against Ferguson’s MUFC. Teddy misses a top rope splash on both Notorious lads before taking a bump so fucking indie it has to be seen to be believed.

“The Double Muff Diver” they call it. Notorious Inc. win a tag team title shot they’d never receive at 12:00.

I used to love these stupid-ass indie matches with zero psychology or story and poorly executed basic moves. But I also used to think cars were sleeping Transformers so y’know.

Ruckus (w/Robbie Mireno) vs. B-Boy

The current CZW World Champion Ruckus heads out to heel it up with manager Robbie Mireno, who is using the name “Primo” so cagematch links him to Primo Colon. B-Boy gets a lovely reaction for his 3PW debut.

Monsta Mack joins commentary to express his disgust with how it doesn’t matter how many people he beats, people still think he needs carrying so he’s going to lariat that guy who interfered in his match. He said his name but I’ve been doing a match a day to cover this show because it’s so frigging long. Oh he means Bison Bravado. Well I’m glad I scrolled up for that, he’s a huge hit with this blog.

Nice feeling out process starts until B-Boy has enough of Ruckus’ flipping armdrags and backdrops him out the ring and onto Robbie. B-Boy tries a tope but Ruckus kicks him at the right time to stop him in his tracks. Ruckus slams B-Boy on the entrance ramp so he can bust out the wonderful multiple backflipping standing moonsault that the crowd doesn’t really pop for. I guess because he’s a heel? I don’t know.

Back in the ring, evil heel Ruckus lands a twisting standing moonsault and crowd only applaud a little. Ruckus is weird during this period because physically he was amazing but he’s also doing absolutely nothing to get the crowd into it, so he’s flying around like a Gameshark-assisted Eddy Gordo and no one gives a shit. In fact there’s chants of BORING after Ruckus lands another few backflips.

Ruckus backflips off the top rope to backrake B-Boy which is funny but no one laughed. So Ruckus backflips into a B-Boy flatliner so we can get him on offence for a bit. Which means more flatliners until Ruckus’ spinning neckbreaker shuts that off while Kevin Kelly starts talking about the main event. Flipping Japanese armdrag threatens a fan walk-out so B-Boy starts chopping Ruckus. Straight Jacket piledriver gets two but the fans appreciated it. Ruckus keeps kicking out of offence as this is meandering. B-Boy sets up two chairs in the ring, with Ruckus landing a fucked up Falcon Arrow ONTO them as opposed to THROUGH them oh Christ..

Ruckus’ moonsault legdrop is converted into a roll-up in an exchange that looked sweet so I won’t be GIFing it. Robbie buggers into the ring to accidentally chair shot Ruckus, with B-Boy jumping off Robbie to land a flying Shining Wizard to end this at 16:04.

Got hot near the end but when heel Ruckus wanted to half-arse something he did so whilst backflipping, which is very impressive when you think about it. B-Boy matches always felt like they had to go twice as long as they needed to.

Strap Match

Greg Spitz vs. CJ O’Doyle

This is the rematch for the really heated blinder they had last match so I’m genuinely looking forward to it, even with it involving a guy named Greg Spitz. Crowd is at the CJmania levels of crowd volume they were last month but still very positive for the home-grown lad.

The strap is a weapon that both lads have to run into the ring to get before the other, like in old Japan death matches. CJ gets there first but doesn’t use it to start as he doesn’t need it to reverse DDT Greg for two. Greg retaliates with a jumping calf kick that works to his strengths of his body resembling a bunch of pipe cleaners stuck together. Greg chokes CJ with the strap, throwing him through the ropes to almost hang the poor guy which really gets the crowd cheering for him. CJ powers out because of the love of the fans (and because he’d be legit dead if he didn’t) to take Spitz knee to the face. The knee he powers up by yelling “KNEEEE!!” beforehand. CJ uses the strap for leverage to land three consecutive German Suplexes. Spitz tries to reverse so CJ holds on for another trio of Suplexes. Spitz gets whipped “like a Government Mule!” which cringes Kevin Kelly. Like last month, CJ decides the best course of action is a delayed vertical suplex on the concrete. The fans love it, even if it sounds like a butcher dumping tripe onto the chopping board.

Spitz gets taped to a support beam so CJ can chop him while really close to the fans who yell in support. CJ spends too long soaking it up which allows Greg to land a high-angled springboard dropkick to the back of CJ’s head. Spitz whips CJ as hard as humanly possible with the strap but this only powers up CJ to land a biiiiiig lariat. Spitz kicks out as spit tends to do at this time of night, leading to CJ missing a top rope leg drop. Spitz’ superkick looks nice but is only good for two. Spitz and CJ battle for the next move with CJ maybe landing his top rope leg drop. I don’t know, crowd reacted like he didn’t but he still tried a pin afterwards. Spitz tries choking CJ on the top rope but he turns it into a giant Diamond Cutter off the top which the crowd didn’t react to which sucks as…it’s the finish at 14:11 with neither man being able to stand up at the ten count. Ooof.

Crowd did NOT want that finish. And they want the follow-up even less as they sit on their hands shaking their heads while Notorious Inc. run out to beat down CJ. Greg rants about not being taken seriously as treated as rookies and being made to clean up the ring and gym every week. CJ yells “O’DOYLE RULES!” as they kick the crap out of him, to the fan’s delight. Blackball’d eventually make the save to build hype for the tag match that wasn’t which means another five minutes of Rebel cursing.

Match wasn’t on the level of last month’s blinder but the crowd still love CJ which is (yet again) a bittersweet finish to his career here, finally getting over in a company that no longer exists.

3PW Heavyweight Title #1 Contender Match

Simon Diamond (w/Talia) vs. Slyck Wagner Brown (w/April Hunter)

Slyck sneak attacks Simon during his entrance for a bit of variety and because this show is running late. If the fans are subdued for CJ then it must have been home time an hour ago. Simon and Slyck brawl outside with Slyck taking out the guardrails again. It was funny when Simon had to be the hoss veteran against AJ Styles and it’s just as amusing here against another wrestler younger and fitter than him. Slyck gets a desperate neckbreaker while the crowd claps for him to get up like this is fifty minutes into an AJPW main event. It’s been barely three. Slyck manages a lovely Tiger Bomb for two. Simon responds with a flapjack as this is all over the place. Simon Series gets no pop as the fans yawn. Sunset Flip is converted into the Brock Lock on Simon, but it’s saved by Talia throwing coke into the ring. April Hunter gives Talia a reverse DDT so Simon shoves the blinded Slyck into her to tease some physical altercation (oh no) leading to Simon superkick a dumb-looking Slyck to win at 8:57.

Even with the overbooking this was nothing. The fans want to go home to their hoagies and beds (in that order).

Simon rants and raves for a bit so Slyck does the same and oh my god is this show excessive. Well done for giving wrestlers storylines and time on the mic but after every match you just want to fast forward.

The Blue Meanie heads out still sporting bruises and cuts from One Night Stand. Crowd chants “FUCK JBL” and “MEANIE” to show support.

Meanie admits this will either be a bad or good promo because he’s just going to speak from the heart. This will be his eleventh year in wrestling and if you said 2005 was his worst year in wrestling, it’d be an understatement. He went from being publicly dumped to being publicly cheated on to having to tell the locker room they won’t be getting paid that night. “And only three people left” which the crowd applauds. That number ain’t accurate but it’s Meanie’s show so whatever. Meanie explains he carried on because “he fucking loves what he does.” Meanie gets emotional talking about his dying Grandad telling him to not quit wrestling. He passed away during one of his first matches but he knows he’s still there. “Which brings me to JBL.” Meanie explains he was always a bully to him during his original run in WWF. Meanie explains he got fourteen staples in his head after getting busted open at Hardcore Homecoming and almost changed his mind about appearing at One Night Stand because of it but figured nothing violent would happen.

“And JBL proved he was a bully that night.”

“But if I didn’t quit when I lost my Grandad, and I didn’t quit when I lost my Grandma, I’m sure as Hell not going to quit because of you! JBL, go to Hell!”

No wonder Meanie took WWE’s money and wobbled to the bank with it, anyone else would have quit the business after a year like his.

A pretty wonderful promo is interrupted by…Justin Credible? Who says he nearly cried during that latest case of whining. “Please leave us alone!” Meanie gets a superkick for being a crybaby which brings out the 3PW Champ for your main event!

3PW Heavyweight Title Match

Amish Roadkill (c) vs. Justin Credible

Crowd…does not react to the announcement of Justin being the challenger for the main event. Good fucking God, how late did this show go when not even Aldo in the Arena can get the crowd excited?

Roadkill is immediately whipped into an entire section of empty chairs. Credible and Roadkill head into the bleachers where people’s unattended drinks are used as weapons. We have a mini tour of the arena with Credible sending Roadkill down the bleachers cos he was a big bumping Amish guy. Roadkill avalanches Credible and gets two from a Vader Bomb. Roadkill brings a ladder into the ring. In theory. Credible delivers a baseball slide while chicken fucker is bringing it inside and he takes a meaty bump off it. Credible is whipped into a ladder in the corner and he responds by also taking it directly into the liver. Roadkill takes too long setting up a top rope splash and ends up taking it out on a ladder. Justin shoves Roadkill into a ladder so he can chair shot it in a situation you’d only ever see in a wrestling match. Credible rides the vertical ladder all the way down to the mat onto a downed Roadkill in a spot that looks fun to do. If I was Justin I’d be yelling “weeee!!” as I landed. Credible brings in a table and sets it up in the corner so he can lock in…a really solid Abdominal Stretch. Of all the times to see that. Roadkill powers out and DVDs Aldo through the table…but Manowar kicks out. Crowd are already putting their coats on and standing up as Roadkill misses a spear and bounces off another ladder. Roadkill kicks out of a superkick so Credible just-about manages a That’s Incredible Tombstone Piledriver for another two. Any other time and the crowd would be roaring in approval but Roadkill’s own version of a Tombstone gets nothing. C’mon man. Another table is brought into the ring and I’ve only just noticed Simon Diamond is on commentary. Credible’s superkick is blocked and turned into a DVD that does not break the table, so Roadkill splashes him through it to end the match and show and company at 16:24.

Not bad but not a patch on the Slyck matches, but it really didn’t help that the crowd were non-existent because of the length of the show and it being mega late. I appreciated the effort from the lads anyway, it can’t be easy getting ready for a table spot when you can see fans already leaving.

Afterwards, Roadkill tells Simon Diamond he isn’t scared of him and he’ll see him next month!

Yeah, about that:

The 3PW and Pro Wrestling Iron promotions were shut down this past week after money losses, but the former is now claiming it is still in existence.

3PW General Manager Mike Hawes first did an interview this past week saying the company had folded, and also bad mouthed Chuck “Rockin Rebel” Williams and Brian “Blue Meanie” Heffron in the process. Heffron didn’t even know about it until reading it on the internet, and at first thought it wasn’t true. Later he wrote, noting his history of reading about being fired, his company closing down, and even relationships ending by reading them on the internet first, acknowledged it as the case but saying he thought somebody should have at least called him to tell him.

Then, on 8/30, Hawes, Williams and Heffron released a joint statement that the company wasn’t closing, it was just hibernating, and would be returning in the late fall. 3PW was started by Blue Meanie and Jasmin St. Clair, but they split up business-wise and St. Clair was forced out and received a settlement for being removed. Meanie apparently had lost interest in dealing with things and Hawes of California was running it.

Then the next week:

3PW is now back dead, at least until it is revived. GM Mike Hawes stated that the statement released on 8/30, signed by himself, Brian “Blue Meanie” Heffron and Chuck “Robin Rebel” Williams, was only a proposed rough draft and was released to see if there was interest. The statement the next morning stated that Richard McDonald has had two eye surgeries and is going through a divorce, and thus couldn’t fund 3PW. Then, after releasing that statement, which included a childish dig at Jasmin St. Clair, that they may run shows several months down the line, but more likely on the West Coast. Heffron said he hasn’t even talked with Hawes since June and doesn’t want to be part of any of this publicity

Although he was going to get dumped anyway, because they misread the internet interest in him fighting JBL and the BWO thing just died, they are trying to give the impression that Blue Meanie was let go because he talked too openly on his web page. The bottom line is they had no true interest in him, and were just trying to avert a potential lawsuit against the company and JBL, as well as thinking he and JBL could mean something for ratings. Just the fact they could think that shocks me, because it shows a total lack of understanding of the dynamics of what makes people interested in seeing wrestling. The key element in a babyface vs. heel confrontation, is they have to believe the babyface can get retribution, and to care about a program they have to care about and believe in the babyface. Nobody believed Meanie was in JBL’s league, plus nobody believes if it was real, on the “chance” it could turn real (the whole intrigue of an angle built from reality) he’d get anything but slaughtered. How does that build interest in seeing them wrestle?

And that was that.

At least this ended up being the show they died on: a fully loaded event with TNA assistance and the appeal of Meanie talking in person about JBL. And they still only drew 150. At this point the quality of Philadelphia indie wrestling had risen so dramatically so despite trying their best against CZW, Chikara, ROH, PWU etc., a Roadkill main event just wasn’t going to cut it.

Well I’m glad I’m one of the few people on Earth to type up about these shows. I feel like I’ve got the speedrun record for an obscure port of an obscure game. It was fascinating and depressing watching 3PW get their shit together in terms of production and storylines on their last show, but I also wouldn’t recommend watching this all in one sitting because boy was it dragging near the end. If you had to watch something, make it the CJ O’Doyle or America’s Most Wanted matches, to see mid level mid 2000s indie guys overextend themselves in the nicest possible way.

Unsure what I’ll be typing up next, hopefully something that doesn’t take over 5,000 words to cover so I miss my deadlines every Sunday.

I’ve been Maffew.