Not Rated Pro Wrestling

Studio: New Porn Order
Director: Craig Valentine
Cast: Matt Bateman, Snakemaster Abudadene, Blackheart, Pablo Marquez, Loaded Cash, Kendra Secrets, Kis Romeo, Billy Blade, Annie Social, Buff Bagwell, Misty, Lee Stone, Keeanie Lei, Mary Carey, Doc Rivers, Mr. Montana, Tyler Faith, Jessica Haze, Vampire Warrior, Too Cold Scorpio, Evan Stone, Craig Valentine, Chyanne Jewel, Dick Fitzwell, “Knockout” Nikki, All the Money, Ron Jeremy, A Train

Portions of this review also appeared on Fleshbot

The latest of porn’s attempts to marry the pageantry of wrestling to the domain of fake internal popshots, Not Rated Pro Wrestling, like its predecessors bankrolled by Extreme Associates and Sin City in the late ’90s and early oughts, has realized that the flimsy high concept storytelling of porn has been used in wrestling for generations.

But unlike its forebears, Not Rated Pro Wrestling throws a little more sex the audience’s way, performed by the likes of Kendra Secrets, Chyanne Jewel, and Jessica Haze, who would be R. Crumb’s powerful-legged superstars if he ever switched jobs with Vince McMahon.

How it works is this: actual wrestlers with their standard backstories (stole my belt, slept with my girlfriend, etc.) intersperse “legitimate” matches in a sparsely populated hall with wrestling grudge-related sex scenes between the aforementioned pornstresses and people like Evan Stone and Lee Stone. So, for example, Craig Valentine gets back at wrestling rival Evan Stone by showing a video of himself fucking Kendra Secrets.

“Beat that pussy up,” Secrets says.

“Make sure when you kiss her on the lips,” Valentine says to Stone, “you say hello to my kids, because they’re hanging off her chin.”

You get the idea.

This series has promise, but it was inevitable that it did not live up to its hype. I get a couple of press releases every week for this, and to watch the poorly rehearsed and scripted video, where viewers can hear each audience member clapping (there seem to be about ten), seems like kids’ exercises in putting on “skits” for the new video camera, circa 1986.

Free of any real direction, the hammiest performers do well. Enter Evan Stone and Ron Jeremy. Stone knows this is a laugh, and we hope he got his day rate. He shows up in armor, for example.

Making the moves on “Vampire Warrior”‘s girlfriend, Chyanne, Stone reveals that “on the road, wrestlers talk.”

Jeremy, as a color commentator opposite a wrestler named Angelo “A Train,” works his ass off like a Poconos comedian in a tough room.

The room itself appears to be a massive Florida strip club, rented for a couple of days.

Staying true to the pro-wrestling format of betrayal and vendetta, “Not Rated Pro Wrestling” to its credit fills the disc with several sex scenes and plenty of wrestling, as well as interstitial exposition of why everyone is so mad at each other. Some people are cheap, others introduced their former friends’ daughters to porn, etc. Like watching wrestling without sex, it gets confusing to follow the storlyline sometimes.

While Mary Carey and Tyler Faith are in the movie, they do not show up in sex scenes. Those go to Secrets, Keeanie Lei, and Jessica Haze.

As a porn flick, “Not Rated Pro Wrestling” could have stood some improvement, but I say with all honesty that if you like professional wrestling, you will like this movie.