There are just heavy men ready to offer a weird combination of spectacle and soap opera, and promoters who have more in common with a crooked carnie than they do with even so upstanding a man as Don King. Enter garbage wrestling. Years of body slams and running the ring ropes wear people down. Garbage wrestling has a cult following. In Japan, garbage wrestling has approached the extremes of performance art.
Blood is a constant.
American promotions, inverting the standard practice of developing a product that is then perfected by the Japanese, have begun aping garbage wrestling. In the race to be the most extreme, Japanese promoters are definitely on the inside track. The anus explosion match involved barbed wire crosses, electrical charges, broken glass and the usual assortment of garbage, but culminated with the loser being handcuffed to the ring-post, where a small explosive what pushed into his trunks, then detonated. Don't worry, you can still join one of the many backyard wrestling promotions sprouting up across the world. As if Tupperware parties and barbecues weren't bad enough, the suburban backyard has become the site of a thousand bored teens acting out their fantasies, shedding a little blood and putting it on the Web for the world to see.