What is the miracle of life? Is it childbirth, is it human emotion, the fact that we are able to think as beautiful, complex beings, and have been able to spread coherent thought and idea for millennia upon end?
Or is it actually 64 minutes of self flagellation with a Bushiroad main event that markets itself as WarGames?
Insane people say the latter, I say the former, and everyone who says the latter is wrong.
I mean, the match isn't good. I don't think it's good at all, there are some fun parts, yeah, like HENARE once he comes back with his head bandaged and deciding to no-sell practically everything, but other than that, I don't think I've ever seen a more disjointed 64 minutes. Hell, can we actually discuss where TJP went for like 25 minutes of the match before just suddenly popping back in as the Aswang? So many questions, so many broken tables, and a lot of broken thoughts while watching this. Not in any emotional way, of course, but in a totally philosophical way.
I'm not going to compare a wrestling match to the famous "God is dead" quote by Nietzsche, because doing that would be dumb, inane, asinine. All of those words that convey something bizarre, however, it does feel like at points that it gets close. If I had a list of matches that I felt like happened in the WWE with The Bloodline that would be universally hated, but happen to be liked or loved because it all happened elsewhere, I think this'd be on there.
Nothing makes sense, they're supposed to be locked in the cage, right? Why is Gedo unlocking it? Nobody stops Gedo as well.
Is there anything rational to even say? I know a lot of people have said a lot of things, some glaringly positive, some glaringly negative, some glaringly neutral. The fun part about this project is that everyone who submitted a match has at least one view of this match.
However, I saw the view of 64 minutes of something so disjointed, disconnected, and just plainly obscene at points that I started asking myself why I refuse to watch CHIKARA but actively decided to watch this. I think Mike Quackenbush's hate for autistic people would serve me, an autistic person, so much better than seeing this ever again.
I wish blood feuds could be blood feuds again, but alas, something about Nietzsche? Something about some dead philosopher that's been long studied in Universities and quoted by little internet freak weirdos? Something that Albert Camus said about absurdism. Whatever, a bad match is like Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the hill.