A year and change since their first meeting, Smiley and Yamazaki meet again for the rarest treat in this version of the UWF, a rematch that’s had long enough to build back up to truly make things interesting.
The first time they met, Norman Smiley was still adjusting to the UWF. He wasn’t even wearing kickpads at the time, learning in that match at the end of Kazuo Yamazaki’s feet that he might want to engage in the practice, and trying to adapt his more pro-style leanings into what everyone else was doing. In the twelve months since, he’s not only gotten those kickpads, but adapted better than any other foreigner, effectively becoming the sole man at the “middle” of the promotion, beneath the big three (and now Fujiwara), but better than and more successful than the handful of younger guys still learning (Anjoh, Miyato, Takano, Suzuki, maybe Funaki), as well as those more amateur than UWF experience. At the same time, Yamazaki’s grown into the main eventer he was just starting to become a year ago, getting the best of the would-be heir apparent and pushing the king further than anyone.
Essentially, that’s the match.
For every improvement Norman Smiley has made — learning how to kick, getting so much better at anticipating kicks coming his way, an improved UWF style ground game — Yamazaki has made a leap that is just as important, and still stays a step ahead.
Yamazaki and Smiley also offer up a steady fourteen minutes of pure wrestling delights on top of that though, making for a match that almost anyone (at least those versed in the style) can probably really enjoy.
Everything they do is so good. So great.
I write all the time about how a guy like Yamazaki stands out so much to me because of how reactive he is to almost every single hold he’s in, and the middle of this match has one of the better examples of that that I’ve ever seen. Smiley gets him in a leg bar and over the course of fifteen to thirty seconds, Yamazaki (a) grabs his own boot to try and pry his foot loose, (b) tries and fails first to hook Norman’s arm and then to just yank his elbow away from his leg, & (c) rolls over and then also has to leap the final half a foot or so to make the ropes. On a show where you can throw a dart at a lot of the show and find someone lying around in the same hold or, at best, gritting their teeth and reaching with maybe a kick thrown with the free leg, it’s that sort of behavior that sets this match, along with the two wrestlers having it, apart, as well as the sort of thing that comes up constantly here. Be it how Smiley never allows himself to get ripped up with kicks like before or the more advanced hold trading and struggle on the ground, just about every inch of this thing is treated with a rare level of respect and care.
Beyond that, they also get the level just right on mixing on the larger stuff. Norman does better than ever, landing big throws and blocks, and never really getting drawn into the sort of match that Yamazaki tends to win, and at the same time, never finding success in pushing the match into looking like the sort of match that he wins either. It’s too fast and efficient to feel right calling a stalemate, but there’s a back and forth and constant forward motion to it that stands out a lot, along with the narrative function right underneath the surface quietly doing a lot for both guys.
Following a more prolonged attack on his leg, Smiley breaks out a real gorgeous and nasty looking German Suplex to bail himself out when Yamazaki zones in, only to fall victim to the same hold as a year ago. Kazuo Yamazaki kicks out after a moment, right back into his Reverse Fujiwara Armbar that seemingly works against Smiley in a way it doesn’t against anyone else, and Norman submits to it for a second time.
This is not a barnburner, it will not make top ten lists either for the year and maybe not for the promotion when it goes out of business a in a year and change, but it’s the sort of wrestling I love, and that makes me love both guys for so regularly delivering it. Under fifteen minutes, but just about every inch is filled with something cool, with just the slightest narrative thread to tie it all together, leaving both men just a little better off than it found them.
One of the real sleeper hits of the promotion to date.
***+