10 Best Wrestling Matches Of 2020 (So Far)

In which one man Cleans up.

By Michael Sidgwick /

Through the most numbing and unprecedented of global events, pro wrestling has splintered from its two greatest years ever into a new decade of enforced - but sometimes vital, life-affirming - contrast.

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Pro wrestling in 2020 has yielded classic World title matches held in front of tens of thousands of zealous fans at the apex of a four year-journey; mid midcard matches held in front of no fans to fulfil a contractual obligation; matches held in Titan Towers, boneyards, parking lots and the suburbs of John Cena's mind; matches that restored old stipulations; matches that created new, thrilling stipulations; matches that Baron Corbin infamously hated; matches Baron Corbin worked that were exponentially worse; matches downsized from stadiums to gyms; matches worked in empty stadiums full of soul...

Which were the 10 best?

Matches from the Empty Arena Era are included.

Though one could make the argument that even lesser-worked matches with crowds are automatically better - and there were far more than 10 worldwide bangers held before Tom Hanks ruined the world - a certain respect should be paid to those who successfully executed pro wrestling's greatest challenge.

Particularly since, in one case, two men crafted a match exhilarating in its acknowledgement of a new, depressing context.

10. Kenny Omega Vs. Trent - AEW Dynamite April 1

The picture tells the very subtle story of a match that allowed Kenny Omega to unleash his trademark banger, in all of its pulsating, hard-hitting excellence, in a way that did anything but no-sell its depressing, small-scale context.

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There was no glum dissonance to the experience. In that respect, what was generally received as a very good TV match was something far, far more.

Two babyface performers, one of which is the greatest on the planet, found themselves in a virtually empty gym just months removed from making it - on their own terms - to the big U.S. arenas. The timing sucked, the atmosphere was grim, but there was a contractual obligation to fill. There was no personal tension nor compelling story informing a heat impossible to generate.

Operating with a skeleton crew, as demonstrated with an opening handshake, two of the best decided to work a damn fine match in the competitive spirit.

But there was a sense of opportunity lurking in Trent's eyes, on which he capitalised by breaking the gentlemen's agreement. Targeting Omega's injured hand after a beautiful opening duel, the match subtly and convincingly degenerated into a feisty and vicious scrap escalating relentlessly in tone and action with every stamp on the knuckle and every furious, demented, skull-bruising retaliation from top turnbuckle to floor.

Omega's wounded rage justified an awesome powerbomb into a pillar (!) spot.

Omega, a deeply intelligent details wrestler, most definitely spotted the sole interesting physical feature in an otherwise stripped-back production, and structured a killer, super-believable match around it.

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