Punches are pulled, moves are planned out in advance, and the entire competition in the ring is actually a testimony to cooperation between two grown men in their underpants. There is no union, no pensions, no single league with cooperating team or promotion owners like in the 'National Football League' or 'Major League Baseball'. 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.