Hello, friends! Sorry for the delay in the recap. You see, sometimes when a Canadian and a British show like each other very much, something something metaphor for why piracy is sometimes okay. I’ve also gone through a medical emergency and like eight flight delays this past weekend, so, y’know…~life stuff.
In this episode we’re heading into the actual wrestling/elimination round, which sadly means we move closer and closer to the London finale, and further and further away from the glory of The Bakewell Boys.
Catch up on Episodes 1, 2, and 3 if you’ve missed ’em. Also, be sure to like and share tweet and comment. Even if some of us have a whole ocean between us, discovering new and great indie wrestling is easier than ever, and makes my heart happier than almost anything.
Click through for this week’s British Boot Camp 2 recap.
Noam Dar vs. El Ligero
This week we skip the reminder of how things work, and move straight into the first match. If you’ll recall, El Ligero is basically the European non-union equivalent of El Generico, with the Olés, but also with horns. Noam Dar is the compact fellow from Ayr who who is real great at wrestles but also has an underlying immature bro-factor that makes me a bit hesitant to really truly get into him? But also there’s this picture of him and Freight Train, and Freight Train is terminally delightful? Either way, sometimes his butt says Champagne Supernoam, and he’s got a finish called the Champagne Super Kneebar, and thinking about how long I’ve listened to Oasis makes me feel really, really old.
Also, wrestling happened! It’s super weird writing about matches most people reading probably haven’t seen, so I would encourage you to seek out Boot Camp by totally legal means if you can. The show is real fun, plus there’s no Tazz! No Tazz is a serious selling point here. Instead we’ve got Rockstar Spud [heart emojis go here] and Jeremy Borash [owl emojis go here] at the helm for the six matches on this episode. The show is roughly 45 minutes long, so the matches go quickly.
My biggest complaint about the X-Division pretty much all of the time is Manik being total shitlord. After that, it’s the pacing of the matches. There are times when this Ligero-Dar match start to feel like that, but at the same time I’m going to cut some slack because this is literally their only chance to get their shit in. It’s about three minutes of what you’d expect from a lucha-style wrestler vs. a more grounded technical fellow. There are some great moments, like when Ligero goes full PWG and does a DVD on the apron, or Dar biting Ligero’s arm because, as Spud notes, he’ll do absolutely anything for a TNA contract.