Beyond Ripped Off in the Prime of Life
Although there's little argument that a customer of Beyond wrestling gets plenty of bang for their buck, of what value is his/her time being spent? When one of the biggest stars on the show (Ciampa) irreverently varies so quickly from comedy to rapid-fire intense sequences, what should the viewer take seriously? 'Beyond' prides itself as a company without belts, and workers take exception with another in a way that encourages competition, but when so many matches are filled with 'innovation' and a glut of maneuvers, often executed in a less-than-graceful manner, I feel as if I'm at the trough indiscriminately eating whatever motley of mush is slopped in front-of-me. Notwithstanding the horrors of the ten man, J. Silver/K. Lee engaged in what aesthetically is an appealing contest; but after taking such incredible abuse from the big man, to have the little man win with a gymnast's maneuver like this soft-landing Canadian Destroyer results in a decline of my esteem for both men. A steel cage is employed in the opener to keep all others out, but it doesn't play a role at all in what follows. Thankfully, the last two matches provided some sustainance to these proceedings. ZSJ and Gresham delightfully played with each other in a very fine first singles match in the US; their ring positioning and body control is second-to-none. The main event was too long, but was logically told with high-quality wrestling, and was the right step heading into 'Americana.
