What’s not included in that highlight package is Allin’s first dive, which took place some 18 seconds into the match. No one does a dive through the ropes like Allin. Most times when you see a wrestler do this, you can tell that they’re at least half-trying to catch whomever they’re diving headlong into so they can both soften the landing. Allin doesn’t care about any of that shit, as he launches himself full bore through the bottom and middle ropes, tucks his chin and head at the last second and splats against his opponent’s chest with his deltoids like a crash test dummy at an uncomfortable force. The landing? Worry about that later.


But yeah, the big spot was Allin’s swanton bomb tribute off a 12-foot ladder to the outside of the ring, making it a full 18-foot fall, onto Hardy and a couch of steel chairs. It’s just another marker on how Allin has crossed the threshold that we stopped fearing he is going to maim himself one day with some spot. We KNOW he’s going to maim himself one day, probably one day soon, and somehow he’s convinced us to accept it because he has. He’s a walking “here for a good time not a long time” meme.

Of course, you’re not going to out-crazy Jeff Hardy in the style of match he brought to the mainstream. He would do a swanton of his own onto the side of the steel steps because, well, why not, I guess. They weren’t going to leave any surface unturned… or un-swantoned. It’s a word now.


Essentially, the match acted like watching a wrestling software update. Hardy was the first to do all this regularly with WWE, jumping off whatever he could conceive of and all the things we couldn’t conceive of. Ladders, stairs, entrances, whatever. With Hardy we always watched through our fingers, wondering what would be the spot too far. Of course, with Hardy we also saw the toll it took on him mentally over the years. The fact that he’s still around and in a condition to still do all of this stuff is something of a miracle. He moves around pretty stiffly, his matches tend to look the same, but damn if he can’t still play the hits.

Allin has taken it farther, jumping off and through all the things even he can’t conceive of, not bound by any sense of reason or caution. Remove the disbelief from what Hardy used to do, and still does, and you get Allin, who’s taken all the safety catches off.


The kicker was that Hardy won the match with the only actual wrestling move of the match, reversing an Allin coffin drop into a pin. Because all of this has to be grounded in something, actual wrestling is still where this all launches from. Hardy still knows a couple tricks.

Usually you want a crescendo to this kind of thing, so the big spots stand out. But every so often, you can do away with pretense and structure and just hit the joy button over and over until we go numb. Sometimes you just need the fireworks right up front.