Another piece of Terry Funk themed commission work, this one being the third of three this week from friend of the blog @beenthrifty. You too can pay me to talk about all sorts of stuff, wrestling matches generally at the top of the pile. You can do this by going to www.ko-fi.com/elhijodelsimon, where the current going rate is $5 per match. If you have something more complex, which is to say that cannot be figured out simply by multiplying something by five, hit the DMs, and we can work it out.
This was a No Disqualification Match and tournament final for the WWC Universal Heavyweight Title.
Enter invading heel Terry.
Specifically in this case, emphasis on a more literal definition of invading. Not just going to another territory to antagonize someone like in Memphis, or in a wildly new environment where the invasion aspect is more implicit like his WWF run, but literally acting as the invading force in another country. The match file on Youtube comes complete with a perfect Terry interview from earlier in the show, constantly saying this is a country of pig farmers and that there’s no way Colon is the world-class athlete people say he is, and a million other things I don’t want to spoil for you.
Just like anything else he’s ever done in any medium, Terry Funk puts everything possible into the role he’s occupying at this specific point, and leaps off of the screen as a result.
The match itself is fairly routine, undeniably very good, but it’s home to yet another ultra lively Terry Funk performance.
Funk improves on the WWF heel run, working in a lot of the same ways as an insane old cowboy who stooges and cheats his ass off as the guy there against the big hero, but he’s allowed to get a little meaner, more violent, and a lot crazier in a more threatening kind of way. Again, Funk is presented with a slightly difficult tightrope to walk, but gets across to the other side in as perfect a stride as anyone ever could. It’s a match where one of the first spots is an overzealous Funk tripping over his own entrance vest on the mat by the ropes in an all-time great piece of stooge work, but also one where he spends at least a quarter of the match bloodying up and choking the local hero (with an especially inspired sequence where he hides a hand in Colon’s hair to help hold him in a sleeper, constantly turning away from the referee, and when caught, choking Colon from the front briefly when the referee takes a look at what his hands are doing on the back of Carlos’ head). Not only is he just as great as both, but unlike so many other wrestlers before and since, there’s zero leap he has to make between the two.
It’s all just Terry Funk, you know?
Colon is also pretty good here. Based on reputation (Puerto Rico is a blind spot, sadly, you should use your money to direct my eyes toward it more often) and how good he is here at what he does, I assume there are probably far better showcases of what he has to offer than this. However, as a super over babyface who bleeds well, is naturally likeable, and has a real solid punch, he is exactly what he has to be in order for the match to work.
Primarily, this is routine stuff.
Funk repeatedly cheats and tries to sucker him in in one way or another — baiting him outside to bust him open, trying to set up a brass knuckles shot he can never hit, getting the referee away so Dory Funk Jr. can hit Carlos with one of his cowboy boots — but it never works, because it’s not supposed to. Colon is too strong and too naturally good, leading to following up the boot shot with a cradle out of a slam to win the title for the fifth time.
Pro wrestling ass pro wrestling, executed by at least one — and probably two — of the old masters.
It doesn’t feel like the absolute best that they can do together and while some of you dig through old Terry stuff through basic Youtube searches, I wouldn’t quite call it essential or must-see, but another enormously fun piece of classical pro wrestling bullshit.