jon moxley about his texas death match vs hangman adam page at revolution ā23, and audience interactions in general
excerpts taken from way of the blade: AEW edition by phil schneider, art by chris bryan
(transcript below the cut)
(transcript below the cut)
āYeah, that whole thing was cool because I donāt know what the plan would have been if he hadnāt got knocked out. Itās supposed to be a one-off, me and Hangman. But in the little build, it was the first time weād ever interacted really seriously. Iām sensitive to the people, whether itās something they want to see. Me and Hang just, like, felt good.
āSo we were only going to do the one-off. But I was already thinking like, āman, we should keep this going.ā But then he gets fucking knocked out. I donāt even think I hit him that hard. It was one of those weird things. The ref was like āheās snoring.ā Iām like, āwhat the fuck?ā
āWhatever. So anyway, he gets knocked out. Instantly, Iām like, āwe have to fucking make a story out of this.ā Like, that night. Iām like, āwell, I mean, letās all hope that heās okay and make sure he gets his MRI and everything. But after that, we have to go back to this.ā
āI love that fucking motherfucker. Heās easy as fuck to work with. Going back-and-forth. He always brings the fucking energy when you need him to. We just kept it really simple. One of the first matches, I forced him to watch fucking Cody Garbrandt versus TJ. Dillashaw (a UFC fight). Not for any of the moves theyāre doing or anything, but just for the momentum, how it goes way hard the one direction and then it just goes way hard back the other. Cody fucking knocks him down. Round two, TJ knocks him down. And then, as soon as it starts going the other direction, it just fucking goes all the way to the finish.
āI was like, āthatās exactly what we need to do.ā Like, fuck all this back and forth and double downs and horse shit and let the fucking people chant and everything. Like, no, fuck that. Iām going to start beating the fuck out of you. You just came back from a concussion. Youāre in danger. Iām going to start beating the fuck out of you. People are going to be like, āoh, no.ā
āAnd then once it flips, just fucking ride that shit all the way through until you fucking knock me out with a goddamn clothesline. And itās over. Fuck all these wrestling formulas. Letās make people not know whatās going to happen. And that worked out fucking perfect.
āThe Texas one, by that point in the feud and working with him, I was so confident and comfortable and no worries. And I was like 100 percent certain. Like, never have I been more certain that weāre going to go out there and just fucking tear it up. And itās going to be awesome and easy. Iāve never been more relaxed before a fucking Texas Death Match on a pay-per-view in my life. Just total confidence.
āThere really wasnāt any crazy story of how any of those spots came together. It was just like by that point, we were just:
āWhat do you want to do?ā
āMaybe this.ā
āFuck, throw some of that in there.ā
āOkay.ā
āAll right, well, fuck, see you out there.ā
āAnd the cool thing about Hangman is, I like to call a lot of shit out there. And heās totally cool with me calling something to him. Heāll be like, āoh, yeah, good idea.ā And heāll just do it. Heāll ad lib. Weāll get mileage out of little shit.
āBy that point, we were like a well-oiled fucking machine. So it was an easy match. I like to fucking fuck with everybodyās rhythm and time signatures and shit. Because people talk about, āyeah, thereās lucha libre style and like a Japanese styleā and whatever. Oh, yeah? Well, that was true years ago. Now everybody does modern, integrated, international shit. If you watch the lamest match on Monday Night Raw, theyāre going to be doing head scissors and fucking power bombs and Japanese moves and shit. That was like cutting edge in the 90ās but itās pretty ubiquitous. Pretty much everywhere, you see it. Everybody does modern moves.
āBut the thing Iāve noticed is different is the timing and the pacing and the kind of rhythm of the matches and shit. WWE has a certain style. New Japan has a certain style. The cool thing about AEW is that thereās no certain house style. So you get like Penta and Fenix and Kommander. And these motherfuckers are doing pure lucha straight out of fucking Mexico City. Jim Ross was about to have a coronary the first fucking few months of the company. Because he just couldnāt understand why these motherfuckers werenāt grabbing the tag rope? Itās like, ātheyāre just doing it man.ā
āAnd like fucking Ishii comes in. Heās doing his stuff. So itās different psychologies. But, I like to fuck with shit. We did the shit with the brick. I remember, in the moment, I was like, āIām going to roll out and grab that brick so fast and smash his fingers with a brick so quick that nobodyās going to even be able to fucking digest what they saw.ā
āWhich would normally go against completely against Wrestling 101. Like, you donāt want to do anything too fast because people have to be able to absorb what they see. And if you do it too fast, they wonāt be able to react to it. So you want to slow everything down and play to the last seat in the audience. Play to the nosebleed seats. And so everybody can see and everything. I did the oppositeā just to see what would happen.
āIāll do that a lot of times just to play with these fucking rules that everybody says are rules and just see what happens. I could have brought out the goddamn brick and been like, āhey, everybody, hereās the brick.ā And theyād be like, āoh, no, a brick.ā And then do whatever the fucking spot we did. And then theyāre like, āyayā or ābooā, depending on who took the brick. But by that point, theyāre not as shocked by the brick.
āSo, Iām trying to sneak this brick out with no fanfare. I donāt even care if you notice or not. Roll out. Grab the goddamn brick. Snatch his fucking fingers. Then itās different. Itās like, āwhat the fuck just happened? Was that a goddamn brick? Oh, my God.ā You know what I mean?
āIām two or three steps ahead, just moving on without them. And theyāre getting left in the dust, and theyāre like, āwhat the fuck is going on?ā And theyāre desperately trying to keep up, this match is out of control. āOh, my God.ā That way, when the match is over, theyāre tired, theyāre exhausted, and theyāre out of breath. And theyāre like, āwhat the fuck was that? That wasnāt even wrestling. That was some kind of fucking horrible shit. What did I just see?ā
āThatās the kind of reaction you want if youāre going to call it a death match. If Iām having some kind of crazy ass death match, I want people to be uncomfortable. I donāt want people to be like, chanting, āthis is awesomeā and shit. I donāt want them to have time to fucking understand what Iām doing and knowing when they can pause to chant, āthis is awesome.ā
āAnd when itās over, itās like mercifully over. The key thing about death match psychology to me is that when itās over, itās not like, āyay.ā Itās like, āoh, my fucking God. Thank fucking God itās over. Are they okay? What the fuck?ā Itās hard to put into words, but Iām trying to fucking freak people out.
āThereās a bunch of motherfuckers all around this business that are really good, that have great fucking physiques, they can talk and they can do a 450 and a fucking flippy doo springboard and a moonsault, and they can fucking gorilla press a motherfucker. And they know how to work and they understand how a fucking 25-minute PWG match is fucking built. When we do a double down, and when we no sell super kicks, and when we all fucking lay there so people clap for us and all that.
āThereās a bunch of those motherfuckers around and thereās a bunch of them that nobody gives a fuck about because theyāre just doing, like, what they think a good wrestler is supposed to do. Theyāre not doing anything thatās surprising the fans, because they pattern themselves using shit fans see every fucking day. I donāt want to name anybody.
āBut my favorite part of the Texas Death Match was, right around when it was starting to get nuts, a smattering of people tried to get a āthis is awesomeā started. But they couldnāt get attention from the rest of the people because the rest of the people were, like, murmuring to each other in shock and fucking trying to figure out what was going on.
āAnd it was, like the greatest sound ever because itās ten times better than we do a double clothesline, we fall down, and everybody in the building knows theyāre supposed to start standing and chanting āthis is awesome.ā Or āfight foreverā or whatever the fuck. But at that moment in time, when a few people were trying to get a chant together but the whole rest of the audience was just in an uproar, nobody knew what the fuck was going on. Nobody was on the same page.ā












