bITS 'N CHUNKS
In the opening monologue of The Prestige, John Cutter runs down the plot of the movie in disguise for the audience by explaining the philosophy behind a magician's deceit. I find this to be true for multiple mediums when we deal with fiction or some form of performance. It feels like trickery because it is; why do we enjoy it so much? Is it the sheer escapism? The part that I always take home, here, is "the turn":
"Now you're looking for the secret... but you won't find it, because, of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to know. You want to be fooled."
Hands up, I'm caught and I admit it. I wanna be fooled. I don't want this gimmick called "insider knowledge". And there's no better time for levity, I tell you, than after a funeral.
Yes, once again things have been a little bizarre this summer in the way that only life can wryly bring. A terrible tragedy sandwiched between birthdays and school returns. But, I was instructed to go have a good time. My only regret is that I missed the excellent Scenic City Invitational Tournament, but I'm hoping one of these days one of my accidental trips to Chattanooga and beyond will turn up something fruitful.
Knowing so much had gone on this weekend, I expected everyone to be exhausted but I cautiously expected a good show nonetheless. Kidding, I have no real expectations other to be entertained. I won't dissect the entire night because the lovely SoBros Network have covered it extensively and I'm thrilled, let me point out a few things I was checking for:
On a personal level, I'm doing my best to be more sociable and not haunt the place. Maybe it backfires on me, maybe it pays off, who knows? There was a lot of people here this time around... I mean, a lot. Guess the secret is officially out. Time for the punk mantra to be displayed on marquee: do you want to make money or friends?
SUP's first official women's match seems to have been a cursed object, but in the world of wrestling injuries across the board aren't terribly uncommon. When you make a living beating people up or dare I say being beaten up. But after some false starts and surely intervention not-very-divine, we got a match between Allie Kat and Samantha Heights. Remember some of the issues I talked about with women wrestling in the indies? Let's fix at least some of them. After seeing Samantha at The Making Towns Classic & knowing what Allie can do, my expectations were set high for this match on top of my happiness and I wasn't disappointed. This match, like so many tonight, was stiff as all hell and Samantha is a great villain straight from the Hot Topic clique in high school.
Kerry Awful was fresh from SCI with a slightly modified look that I'm absolutely gagging over. He takes O'Shay Edwards whom I hope everyone loves because y'all are his favorite white people (I wish I had favorites). Watching this match made my back hurt; O'Shay really played up the fact that he's fucking strong and manhandled Kerry a bit. I feel bad about this match and two more on the card because, well, over the summer I had an alliance shift from Lawful Good to Lawful Neutral. See, Brett Ison's motivations were always a little strange to me... until I found out his birthday is a week before mine. He's a Leo! Suddenly everything made sense. Leo motivations are always driven by a high-key sense of paranoia, a dislike of cowards, and a need for loyalty and respect. So when he said he was going to shut the Carnies up and shut the circus down, I was 100% behind him because it's Leo season! And with the defeat of Tripp Cassidy, that carousel sounds pretty broken right now! Come Virgo season, I'm going to feel like a monster.
The SUP-er Scramble was massive, stiff, and holy fuck Mance Warner pulled a fucking knife on us and I got fucking hype.
I really had no one to root for or against in Effy versus Nick Iggy so I decided to just have fun with this one. Don't sleep on Effy. When I hear ____-wrestler (gay, black, Asian, some combination of those, etc) sometimes my natural reaction is to cringe because I'm so used to identity-based gimmicks where your character is literally defined by a singular trait. And then it gets dragged out to all hell. Queerness seems especially ripe for that these days. Fortunately, when you're in control of your own image things tend to be a little different, often for the better. Wow, my sexuality and gender not being exploited for entertainment by non-queerdos. Between that and a dick pic finish, I don't know what made me happier.
Marko Stunt and Mr Brickster continue to have a great weekend in their respective matches, but someone put the evil idea of a Brickster heel-turn in my head and now I can't sleep at night.
My final high point of the night was the grudge match between AJ Gray and Curt Stallion. Curt's descent into evil has been a little astounding, and a little breath taking; AJ standing up to him has been likewise uneasy and fraught with peril (and excitement, because someone kick Curt's ass already) and this match was... no different? No! Wrong! It was very different! It was fucked up and brutal! It was messy! It was bad! No, I mean it was good, but it was bad. Jesus Christ. At some point the match ended but the violence kept going and ended with 2 separate factions of the company warring with each other, somewhat mimicking Dominic Garrini's initial win. Great, Curt, you've become what you hated!
And that my friends, is the prestige that John Cutter tells us about. The hardest part, the actual deceit, bringing it back around. And... applause. SUP is exclusive to Powerbomb.tv so check them out and get your life. Try some other promotions, too. Stay all day, if you want to.
Ia! If you've come this far, you're either looking for weird or you know you've found it...