Something was in the air on Friday at the First Met Hall. I don't know what the hell was going on, but 365 Pro Wrestling put on one of their best wrestling shows in ages. Now, this is definitely not to take away from the very good run they've been on – they've been killing it and I love going to these shows. But Friday night had everything lining up in a magic manner from opening bell to the end. To use very specific wrestling speak – it was, by gawd, an absolute slobberknocker! Gonna have to start calling this shit Friday Night Heat if this is where we're headed on the regular. Let's get after it.

Damian Desire vs Inferno
Insane opener. First off, we gotta give a shout out to the wrestling boots of Damian Desire. Best boots in the PNW scene from what I've seen. Many stars of love. Both guys come out of the gate with bonkers speed, matching each other move for move. Leap frogs! Springboards! Simultaneous dropkicks! Simultaneous kip-ups! HOLY MOLY! Just two fan favs showing who know how to get a crowd revved up. If there's one thing the people love more than cheering a handsome muscle man who is quite good at wrestling, it's booing a handsome muscle man who is quite good at wrestling. And when it comes time to break the whole good guy vs good guy dynamic, Damian Desire steps into the role perfectly, turning into an absolute bruiser on a dime and battering the smaller Inferno. I love a dirty spinebuster and Desire smashes Inferno with one. Then a goddamn avalanche side suplex on the Flaming One. Inferno comes back with a devastating back rake. At this point I am having a very hard time taking my eyes off the ring to take notes. Holy shit, Inferno fucking powerbombed Desire. And wow, it was a picturesque powerbomb. Inferno wins with a Swanton Bomb. (I'm writing so much about wrestling right now that I just added “Swanton” to the dictionary on my word processor.) This match was very fucking good.