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Something that has always really interested me in watching tons and tons of professional wrestling over the course of my life is finding examples of something outside of the environment in which we usually associate it in.
People often talk about TV wrestling or Wrestling TV, myself included, in the contest of the English speaking world. The idea of matches seemingly designed more to push things along week-to-week rather than offer any immediate conclusion, matches that are more effective as angles or character pieces than as Great Matches, which is so often what it feels like English speaking fans turn elsewhere to see, at least initially. Obviously, Japanese wrestling is not some place where build-up tags don’t exist, many of the best wrestling matches of all time are build-up tags for bigger singles title matches, but removed from more celebrated Prestige Wrestling contexts, it can be easy to forget that these places, historically especially, are full of this kind of pro wrestling.
This match offers up some great bullshit wrestling TV.
On the road to his (first) retirement, Terry Funk gets a rare team up with the Ace inside a white hot Korakuen Hall to take on a pair of real shit heels. They cheat a ton, with chairs jabbed into the head and neck along with the classic Tiger Jeet Singh spike, and Our Heroes try to stop them, beat their asses, and save their partner.
Really, that’s it, and it is a BLAST.
Funk and Jumbo have had probably like a thousand better matches than this if you combine resumes, but seeing as this is very clearly less about great wrestling and way more about seeing two cool guys beat up two super unlikeable cheating ass villains, none of that matters to me. The Funk hot tags and storm-in spots and punch cut offs are great, his in-peril work is great, and while he isn’t as great as Funk is (nor does the match ask him to be, retirement tour and all), Jumbo also has some righteous ass whipping in him to dish out too.
The spike gets brought out in front of the referee, Terry and Jumbo both come in to begin wailing on them, Giant Baba gets in on the act, and as the evildoers flee, all of our heroes celebrate in the ring for some kind of nebulous disqualification victory.
Not a great match, but a lovely chunk of pro wrestling bullshit.
It never has to be complex, as long as it feels right, and yet again, even a minor Terry Funk match like this has a way of just feeling correct.