Not a bad way to end the night. The brawl was short and heated and the bumps looked more vicious than the previous night. Bad Breed worked well as a tag team throughout the 2000's in this environment as they do portray themselves as bad asses. Hardcore Craig takes the blunt end of the beatdown culminating in the biggest spot being the finish of an powerbomb through chairs and assorted light tubes. Ian puts over Craig after the match and I guess he passed the artificial test of proving he is hardcore. IWA ending a show called Sweet Science by Ian pleading the fans to join him in saying "if you aint hardcore, you aint shit" is fitting. **1/2

This had decent aura I suppose and was sufficiently gruesome, maybe even a little arduous as a struggle between dedicated hardcore guys. But largely it just felt like wandering through stabbing and weapons shots in a kind of vacuum. I can appreciate some grisly stuff but this just left me feeling pretty hollow.

 

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Jim Fannin and the Bad Breed bury Bull Pain for no showing so Axl takes his place. This was alright but I agree with Astroboy. It was slow and full of Rotten laying around and slicing and dicing Craig. Craig takes a nice bump for the finish and then we get a vintage Ian promo.

Axl is a late substitute for “that spineless prick” Bull Pain, I’d say a very late substitute considering that he’s wrestling in jeans.  The teams pair off, Corp and Axl going at it in the ring while Ian and Craig take it to the floor.  Ian piledrives Craig on a chair as Corp snatches a pair of scissors away from Axl and uses them on him.  There’s a “holy shit” chant going on but we don’t see what led to that.  Axl cracks Corp over the head with a helmet and Craig rakes some barbed wire across Ian’s forehead.  Unsurprisingly all four are already busted open.  Ian with a ‘Razor’s Edge’ on Craig into the ringside chairs.  Axl no sells Corp’s punches, which I don’t like to see, before Ian wallops him in the head with a baseball bat covered in drawing pins.  The Bad Breed position a bunch of light tubes between two chairs and superbomb Craig off the middle through the lot for the win.  Ian goes head first into the tubes when delivering the finisher and Axl says how he’s got glass in his eyes which I can well believe.  In what will go on to become an annual tradition, Ian then takes the mic from his mentor and puts over the talent in the dressing room and the shows that they have put on for everyone these past two days.

I preferred this to the previous night’s hardcore main event; all action, short, intense and delivered what they promised beforehand.