Breed Pro Wrestling (2.10.19) live review

Breed Pro Wrestling Sunday Night Yeet live review

 

February 10 2019

 

Hey, I’ve been beset with all sorts of problems recently including my daughter getting stuck in another country to my desktop PC irritating the hell out of me to a general lack of cash to fix any and all problems! So naturally I dropped £40 on train tickets to Sheffield and went to see a fledgling new promotion in Breed, or as their logo points out “A Different Breed” of pro wrestling. One that’s very proud of their cultural place in the world; Sheffield.

 

SHOW #5: BREED PRO WRESTLING SUNDAY NIGHT YEET

 

When researching whether it was possible to do this show I considered Sheffield to be quite far north, and it is. It’s basically as far away from me as London is to the south. Obviously London is more of a lure based on the talent you get down there and the sheer volume of people that I know who attend shows in that part of the world. So I headed off to Yorkshire, for the first time in my life, on a cool drizzly February morning filled with a sense of trepidation. Would the Northern graps be as kind to me as their brethren to the south in recent years?

 

The train journey was fairly lengthy, from 10.12 until 12.42, and encompassed a lot of flat East Midlands landscape. Luckily I had the last hundred pagers of a Jack Reacher book to plough through. By the time I was in Sheffield the book was finished and I was onto the cold, hard streets of Yorkshire. And by cold I mean cold. It was barely above freezing, the air was wet and as I trudged the 1.7 miles from the station to the Abbeydale Picture House I was starting to regret my decisions in life. However I did get to see some Sheffield landmarks, including Brammall Lane.

 

The venue is in an area called Abbeydale, which is full of rustic eateries of various cuisines and feels like a particularly upmarket part of London. All gentrified and shit. I got to the venue way too early and got the chance to pop into the local boozer; The Broadfield. They had a bunch of Northern beers I’d never heard of on tap and I ended up quite annoyed that I only had the chance to try two; Truth North Session Pale Ale and Roosters Buckeye. Both in the mid 3% range and reasonably tasty, albeit light ales. The pub is really nice too. I had to tear myself away.

 

The venue itself is an old cinema, or rather it still is a cinema I think, with an attached pizza place/bar. The building is beautiful but old, which has advantages and drawbacks. Mainly that it looks absolutely incredible but I heard a few people who were disappointed at the ring being at one end of the building. However all the seating was tiered so there were no bad views. I also heard complaints about the lack of heating, and it was genuinely cold in there but I was quite pleased about that as wrestling shows are usually boiling, and the lack of toilets. As in there was a crowd of approximately 250 people and three toilets. Not three areas with toilets in but three actual toilets.

RESULTS:
More Than Hype def. Anti-Fun Police & Martina
TK Cooper def. Beano
Chris Ridgeway def. Danny Jones
Scotty Davis def. Chuck Mambo
Lucky Kid def. Spike Trivet
Connor Mills def. Maverick Mayhew
Candy Floss def. Jayde, Shax & (one other, I apologise for not making notes and I can’t remember who else was in this)
Omari def. Alex Michaels
TK Cooper def. Lucky Kid, Chris Ridgeway & Scotty Davis

 

Thoughts:
There was a lot to digest for a debut show. Nine matches, a title tournament, a creation of a stable involving Mambo, Cooper and Trivet, a late replacement for ELP, a mysteriously injured Nathan Martin and a local angle involving Michaels. The standard of wrestling was generally quite solid although a few booking decisions left me mildly irritated. I don’t like ref bumps, especially in main event matches. It sets a bad precident to start off your promotion with a screwy finish of your first main event and the ref bump was quite bad too.

 

On the plus side I enjoyed Martina’s hijinx as a reluctant copper, completing community service with the Anti-Fun lads. As per usual Santos stole the show with his stupid sexy ways. The crowd reactions were somewhat unusual all night. Perhaps they’re not quite adjusted to what they’re being presented with. A few of the finishes drew no reaction whatsoever, which was strange.

 

The guys that really delivered for me were Scotty Davis, Spike Trivet (who easily garnered the most heat in a city that traditionally is a Labour stronghold) and Omari. All delivering in their own way. Match of the night was probably Connor Mills vs. Maverick Mayhew in a contest I’ve seen them have before, with little tweaks and slightly more strikes involved. Connor probably drawing the biggest pop for his punt of an airbourne Mayhew.

 

Overall:
This is only the second time I’ve seen a promotion’s debut show (the other was WCPW) and there were definitely teething problems. I had a chat with the promoter and he aware of issues they’d faced during their first show. The venue, while very attractive, is perhaps not ideally suited to wrestling. The booking could be described as a mixed bag with some successes and some failures. The crowd reaction to a lot of what they were presented with was fairly telling. I get the feeling this is a crowd that wants more traditional heels to react to. Trivet getting the biggest reactions all night was an example of this. I’ll be interested to see where Breed go from here and I wish them the best of luck running a promotion in an area that deserves a company to represent the local people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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