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This, despite being on HUSTLE, was for Kawada’s Triple Crown Title.
Mick Foley and Toshiaki Kawada are two of my favorite wrestlers of all time. For any number of reasons, I do not connect with too many professional wrestlers on an emotional level (not that there are like five or anything, but given the sheer amount of professional wrestlers, you know?), but I did with these two, and it was near immediate in both cases. Outside of Stone Cold, which as a child in 1998 was undeniable, Mick Foley was one of the first wrestlers I ever loved. I was the person that WCW documentaries describe who turned it to Raw is War on January 4th, 1999 when they said that thing. When I first got into Japanese wrestling, while the heroics of a Misawa or Kobashi were impressive, it was the struggle of Kawada that kept me looking back at things and discovering. You get me on the right day (these days, usually around when Bryan Danielson is too kind to a bad wrestler in a big AEW match), and I will say Kawada is the second best wrestler ever in my eyes, and up there was my very favorite of all time. Get me on the right day, perhaps even that same one, and I will say Mick Foley is in the top twenty, if not better than every other Pillar (I can waffle on he and Taue, nothing is ever set in stone).
I say that all to say that I love these guys, beyond just a base level on which I think they’re really great wrestlers.
Despite what many might say, I am a very positive person, and I believe that I see good in a lot of things many others do not (sometimes even wrestling matches), and I am particularly inclined to do this for wrestlers I love watching.
Such a thing was not possible here.
The best thing about this match is that, because HUSTLE booked it and because it happened, there are pictures widely available of Toshiaki Kawada and Mick Foley fighting each other.
When you watch the match — as I avoided doing for over twenty years because of such warnings — that all falls apart.
Both have been a part of some great stylistic clashes that prove the old adage about styles making fights, but I think this is simply too far of a divide to bridge. Foley is like two weeks removed from one of his best and most wild performances ever, if you want to cite that, and has admitted that he was here for the insane money HUSTLE was throwing out (Dusty Rhodes, Mark Coleman, and The Outsiders are also on this show). Kawada throws some of the softer shots of his career all throughout, and leans a lot on these elbows to the back of the neck that are more in line with a U.S. southern heel than Dangerous K, really only unloading with one kick at the very end.
Neither ever feels at all comfortable with each other, nor interested in becoming so. It’s all best summed up by the classic Foley barbed wire bat, which is brought in and teased, but never even all that close to being used in a meaningful way. It’s a match that feels as though it was forced to happen at gunpoint. Two of the best ever do exactly enough to say that, technically, they had a match, which ought to get someone somewhere to let Foley go free and to keep Kawada’s ramen shop free from extortion for the time being.
I didn’t enjoy it much at all, but I’m happy both made it through this ordeal that they were very clearly forced into.
Kawada wins with a Gamengiri followed up by a head kick to a seated Foley.
The greatest strength of this match is that, despite all Foley would go on to do in sporadic appearances over the last six and a half years of his career, it made me a little less sad that Samoa Joe vs. Mick Foley never happened the following year.
Some dreams are best left as dreams.