This review was commissioned by Rawbserver over on my Ko-fi account.
I don’t know nearly enough about Pimpinela Escarlata’s career or exotico wrestling in general to make any big claims about how this slots into that particular tradition. As a match, it’s whatever. The tone is obviously far more celebratory than anything else, 90% of Pimpi’s work here is just dancing her way through the match. There’s a Thesz press off the apron, an ass bite, and some decent overhand chops at the close, but otherwise nothing of note’s really happening here. More importantly, it’s just Pimpi’s party and everyone involved seems to get that.
What I can tell you though is that you’ve got to appreciate the hustle of the old timers. Pimpinela Escarlata, a trailblazer for exoticos in Mexico and openly queer wrestlers all over the world, comes into WrestleMania weekend in a main event slot, doesn’t sell a damn thing, does all her shtick, and then pins the promoter. Hell yeah.
Rating: Get that bag, Pimpi
