So, I was kicking back the other night, going through some old match footage. Just flipping through stuff, you know? And I landed on some of those classic Ring of Honor bouts. Specifically, I ended up watching some Homicide vs. Bryan Danielson again.
And man, that spot. The elbows. You know the one I’m talking about. Danielson traps Homicide’s arm, leaves his head totally exposed, and just starts hammering away with those sharp elbows. Again and again. It wasn’t flashy. Wasn’t some high-flying thing. It was just… brutal.
Digging Into That Moment
I found myself rewinding it a few times. Not just to see the impact, but to watch how it played out. Here’s kinda what stuck out to me this time around:
- The Setup: Danielson trapping that arm wasn’t rushed. It felt deliberate, like he knew exactly what he was setting up.
- The Delivery: Those weren’t lazy swings. Each elbow looked like it had some real sting behind it. Just crack, crack, crack. Repetitive. Nasty.
- Homicide’s Selling: You gotta give it to Homicide. He made you believe he was getting his bell rung. That slumped look, the way he just had to take it. That sold the whole thing.
- The Crowd Reaction: Even watching it back now, you can feel the crowd kinda gasp and cringe. It felt real, and they reacted to it like it was real.
It’s funny, sometimes the simplest things in wrestling hit the hardest. We see all kinds of crazy moves these days, guys flying all over the place. And that’s cool, don’t get me wrong. But then you see something like those elbows, so grounded and raw, and it just connects on a different level.
It felt painful. Like, genuinely uncomfortable to watch, in that way good wrestling sometimes is. It wasn’t about popping the crowd with a cool sequence; it felt like it was about inflicting punishment within the story of the match.
So yeah, spent a good chunk of time just thinking about that exchange. How Danielson delivered it with such intensity, how Homicide took it, and how such a seemingly straightforward attack could be so memorable. It’s that grit, that sense of struggle, that really pulls me into a match. Just wanted to jot down my thoughts while it was fresh in my mind. Good stuff.
