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portland pro wrestling: friends, family and candlesticks

Friday, July 11, 2008

PDX Wrestling has everything, including a terrible sound system.

The setting: an auto body shop swept clean, a boxing ring rolled to one side, an assortment of folding chairs. Front row was ten bucks though no one was in the second row. One lamp lit the stage.

The crowd: rowdy. Children shouted, granddad shook his fist, and grandma nearly chucked a chair at a "bad guy".

The players: a mix of hot and muscular young thangs to old potato-legs with droopy pants. Candlesticks were flashed. Moons were given.

The show: flashy young guys scrapped around broad chested dudes twice their weight. Dramas were enacted. One old guy bribed a big guy to fight some other guy. A title was almost stolen from the current PDX champ but all the good guys ran out to stop the heist - one good guy waved his metal folding chair.



PDX Wrestling is every Friday. Plot lines are cultivated. It's clear that repeated attendance should be encouraged. And it doesn't hurt that the young guys are kinda hot looking.

Overall, I give this show two fists in the air and a roar for more.

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