The following is a snippet I wrote for the RSPW Awards. There wasn’t really a shot in the dark of this winning….anything, really, but if you ever wonder why I don’t write about King of Trios, but talk about it so incessantly, this should clear a few things up.
Never before have I attempted to write about what happened at King of Trios. Every time I do, inevitably I end up staring at a blank page, thinking about warm sunny days, new friends that became best friends, and the best, most emotional weekend of wrestling I’ve ever experienced. Trying to put into words what I took away from the weekend is the most frustrating thing. It’s an event that has taken residence in the happiest place in my heart, and sharing memories that I treasure turns me selfish and I want to keep them all for myself. Just go buy the DVDs, you jerks, and leave me alone with my feelings.
Warm fuzzies and Ophidian hugs aside, the actual wrestling was, in short, amazing. For a lot of people it changed the idea of how wrestling could be – how wrestling should be. Whether it was seeing Mike Bennett in a new light, or wanting to throw yourself headlong into joshi puroresu, I don’t think anyone came away from that weekend unchanged. I know this seems hyperbolic and overstated, but if you were there, you know. There’s a chance you may remember good wrestling from an event a hundred pay per views later, but the effect this kind of great wrestling has on you will never leave you, and serve as a constant reminder of why you watch in the first place.
If you weren’t there, there is one match I would point to above all others as the best match of the weekend, and by and large the best match I have seen all year. Opening up night 3, Team Sendai Girls vs. Team Ring of Honor set the bar for not just the weekend, but for any match that came after it. It is 15 minutes of pure. Wrestling. heaven.
The Young Bucks found their niche as smarmy little conceited jerks long before this match, and were the perfect foils for Team Sendai. These three ladies walked into the weekend, to the great excitement some but unknown to most, and made every person fall in love with them. And I’m not saying they flirted and flaunted themselves. They kicked the ass of everyone who stepped in front of them, and stood as heroes in the end, even if victory wasn’t in the cards. The indomitable spirit of the Chisako sisters, and the joy they bring to the ring is infectious. I dare you to find someone in any of the top organizations in North America who throws kicks and elbows like Meiko Satomura. Her pele kick….her pele kick gives me feelings. If I were AJ Styles and I saw that, I would immediately retire it from my repertoire and feel ashamed I had ever attempted it in the first place.
There is a clear and concise story being told throughout the match by everyone. It has moments of comedy (see the ROH 3MB + Maria), feats of strength, high spots, submissions, just…everything. If you don’t have an emotional reaction to Satomura, left on her own, near beaten and exhausted, fighting off all three members of team ROH in the biggest show of heart since Boromir had to defend those damn hobbits…well…I don’t think you have any feelings in you at all.
The entire event is worth owning if you couldn’t be in attendance, and the fact that there were multiple matches listed from the event to choose from speaks volumes when you compare it to some of the major pay per views that happened in 2012. But for every Shield member put through a table, and every Money in the Bank briefcase won, there is a little piece of your heart waiting to be stolen by King of Trios, while this match runs off with the rest.
Danielle Matheson is the curator of The Mandible Claw, and spends every Thursday night trying to prove that TNA isn’t as bad as you think it is for With Leather. When not writing, Danielle can be found painting fat man wrestlers, Skyping with goblins, and arguing at 3:00am about the proper scale for Hank Pym to accomplish things because her life is sometimes super weird.