Pro Wrestling Guerrilla Proudly Presents…
Welcome, cats and kittens, to yet another installment of David Lee Roth’s favorite wrestling review blog (its possible), Cewsh Reviews… Today we have a special treat for you, as your favorite uncles Cewsh and Vice reach into their sack of presents and withdrawal an American Indy review, this time of California’s own Pro Wrestling Guerrilla.
Hey wait! Where are you going?!
Come back, come back. Easy there. I know that you’ve been burned before in the past when Cewsh Reviews has covered the indies. From the soul crushing whiny depression of the King of the Deathmatches tournament in IWA:MS, to the complete ho hum snoozefest of our Ring of Honor reviews, the independent scene hasn’t been kind to you lately, and I completely understand you reservations. However, this isn’t any old show. We’re talking California here, we’re talking fun and wackiness, and we are most assuredly talking about the once in a lifetime team up of the Young Bucks (Cewsh and Vice’s early choice for Tag Team of the Year) and Paul fucking London. Not to mention a host of other familiar names, and the wacky stars of tomorrow.
So c’mon. Pop some popcorn, scooch up close to the monitor, and give us the second chance we so richly deserve. C’mon. Would I lie to you?
Well yes. But would Vice?
Cewsh: I would like to begin by earnestly assuring you that this will not be a negative review. Too often Vice and I fill page after page with loud angry ranting that is not only likely unpleasant to read, but the match itself gets lost under a pile of scrutiny to no end. So here I will attempt to do play by play to the best of my capabilities in an attempt to bring this match to life for you.
These two intrepid warriors start off the match with absolutely no hesitation, leaping at each other right from the opening bell, determined to get the early pin to show the other man up. Scorpio gets the early advantage with offense forged through long hours of practice and dedication, while Zokre fends him off as best as he can with his lucha libre inspired counters and tactics. The near falls begin to pile up one after another, until the ring can no longer contain these graceful titans of the mat, and they soar through the sky in a show of one upsmanship designed to embarrass their foe, and dissolve their courage. Then, once the brawl outside has reached its apex, they head back into the ring to clash once more as equals. Near fall after near fall occurs, as these men attempt to snatch victory from the very jaws of defeat, and no amount of damage inflicted will hurt either man’s resolve. Finally, after their sweat and toil has yielded no definitive victor, Zokre rolls up Scorpio in the ropes, and the referee counts to three anyway, distracted by the emotion and sacrifice running high on this blessed night.
Anybody buying any of that? No? Alright, here’s what really happened. These guys do a bunch of spots with no rhyme or reason, botch 90% of them, no sell everything, and then botch the finish so badly that the fans actually take a second to stare in disbelief before showering them with chants of “Bullshit!” It was a mat classic. Watching it, its like somebody took the “Generic Independent Match” checklist and went down it one by one.
Tons of botches? Check.
Head bumps? Check.
No selling? Check.
Meaningless near falls? Check.
More than one dive to the outside? Check.
Sad Cewsh. Check.
Pandas On Pogo Sticks? We’ll see.
30 out of 100.
Vice: This match could easily be summed up in one single word:
Indy.
So, well, uh…
Indy.
I just got word in from our producer, and apparently my contract states that I cannot actually, in fact, sum a match up with a single word. And also, apparently, I can't use the word multiple times in succession as a form of elaboration. So, INDY INDY INDY INDY INDY INDY is no good. Time to elaborate for real.
It was more indy than Indiana motherfucking Jones, if you want to get more specific. Okay, so, it was a good opener in a way. It was a fun spotfest and the crowd (which is at least five times larger than what IWA:MS pulls in for their version of Wrestlemania) seemed to enjoy it. But that's all that was "good" about it. Every indy cliché was here and slapping me in the face with its large, hairy, rainbow cock. Yeah, it's a rainbow. To say that I'm a bit disappointed with the start of the show (also considering there was absolutely zero "start", as it started with this match and it didn't even have entrances) is a bit of an understatement. I wanted this to be good.
However, keep reading on since this show will get better. I [strike]promise[/strike] pray.
I should also mention that one dude beats another dude via WHOOPS.
Zokre over Scorpio Sky Following The Most Blatant Referee Fuck Up/Screw Job Of All Time.
Vice: This match is between two people that I like. I’ve always been a fan of B-Boy, for reasons unknown, but the fact that he’s such a legend in real life (through stories told by other indy wrestlers) through ridiculous scenarios and utter lack of concern for his manual transmission automobile, it doesn’t make me feel bad for enjoying him. He’s a pretty crazy wrestler though, and I’m assuming that he’s going to kick the bijesus out of young TJ. Speaking of TJ, he’s pretty nifty. Always preferred him as PUMA with his cute little mask and Capri’s, which I find to be an underrated form of attire in the world of wrestling. Well, instead of looking like some white dude pretending to be a Japanese dude who is pretending to be a Mexican dude, he just looks like an emo twat. However, it’s a more marketable look considering I want to punch the shit out of him right now. Plus it makes him stand out a lot more, which is good if you’re in the indies. For the ROH fans that don’t know who TJ Perkins is, he’s the guy that kicked out of like 3 Tower of Londons in an opening match with Nigel McGuinness, finally lost after Nigel literally had to kill him (he was later reincarnated) to get the win, and then was never seen again. It was one of those things that really exposed ROH for the shitpile it was.
B-Boy absolutely kills TJ with a nasty reversal.
Followed up by just chucking him skull first into the turnbuckle/canvas. It was sick and I thought that Perkins was going to be legitimately hurt. But, no, three seconds later he reverses B-Boy’s death valley driver attempt into his patented cross arm breaker finisher, and then proceeds to not sell a damn thing for practically the rest of the match. See, this is my problem with indy wrestlers of today: they don’t know how to sell. Just because you are on the offense doesn’t mean you’re okay. You can be hurting and half dead and still be controlling the match because your opponent is just that much worse off than you. Or you can sell, get your ass kicked some more, and get sympathy heat. Whatever happened here, it didn’t work.
What is up with people rotating for splashes off the top rope? B-Boy lands with his feet facing the turnbuckle that Perkins is going to jump off of. Well, that’s just about the absolute worst position B-Boy could be in, so he rotates 180 degrees so that he is sideways, just in time (really) to eat all 118 pounds of TJ Perkins falling on him. Why didn’t TJ just, you know, jump off the other turnbuckle so that B-Boy could literally have just laid there dead like he should have? It’s one of those spots that I’ve seen one thousand times and it always makes me bitter.
Anyway, there are like 6,000 more near falls in the next few minutes, and everyone is kicking out of everything and it’s really fucking “epic”. Keep in mind that this is match number two, and is taking place like 20 minutes into the show, and the first match did the exact same thing. Just sayin’. If it was the main event of Wrestlemania with two massive names, I could see this match working to a degree. But.. B-Boy vs. TJ Perkins? Ahaha. Though to be fair, it’s B-Boy’s return match and Perkins’ final match as he is going to FCW, but still. Just have a normal match.
The match had some good psychology with Perkins ravaging B-Boy’s arm whenever he could, so his cross arm breaker would get the kill for him. B-Boy softened up Perkins’ neck and head for his choke which ultimately won him the match. It was all very indy though, unfortunately.
Keep reading though, this show will surely pick up from here on out.
Cewsh: Alright. At the very, very, very least, business definitely appears to be picking up.
Here we have TJ Perkins (possibly known to TNA fans as Puma) and B-Boy, who looks exactly like Homicide until he takes his bandana off. These guys have wrestled a ton before, especially in PWG (at least, according to the announcer), and tonight is the going away match for Perkins before he ships out to FCW for a future in the big time. Naturally, this is bound to be an improvement over the last match. Right? RIGHT?
Actually, it is. These guys are very familiar with one another in the ring, so the match starts off with some smooth exchanges between the guys, and just keeps right on going. See, Perkins is the quick, chickenshit heel, and B-Boy is the hard nosed face who wants to kick his face in, so we get some fun spots sprinkled all through the match, where Perkins will do an athletic move, and then B-Boy will absolutely obliterate him with a move that looks so painful I can feel it through the screen. Naturally, Perkins no sells all of these, but this isn’t exactly Benoit and Guerrero here, and for independent guys, they make a nice accounting of themselves. Now I COULD go off on a rant about how independent matches never end via an actual move, and these guys kick out of enormous impact moves, only to lose to roll ups and weak looking submissions, but I won’t. These guys did good for what they do. I’ll let them have their moment.
Its nothing really great yet, but I’m starting to come around to the idea that I might be able to genuinely enjoy this show going forwards. Good work, gents.
60 out of 100.
B-Boy Over TJ Perkins Following A Rear Naked Choke.
Segment 3 – Paul London Cuts A Promo. Uh Oh.
Cewsh: Paul London comes out and cuts a promo about, essentially, the fact that WWE released him, and that he didn’t really want to work for TNA, and how he and his old friend Matt Sydal (Evan Bourne to you kiddos) have beef, seemingly because of Sydal’s allowance to use the shooting star press when London was told he couldn’t while working for WWE.
Of course, that’s ESSENTIALLY what he said, because what really happened is he cut a rambling promo about life paths and following dreams and magic tridents, through the haze of all of the weed he had blatantly been smoking immediately prior to coming through the curtain. Then Joey Ryan hits the ring and shits on London for giving up on the WWE dream that Ryan has been desperate for all his life, and London fires right back calling Ryan a “30something indy guy who lives in his parent’s basement”.
I don’t know exactly what to make of all of this, really, but there’s one thing I will say. I could actually hear what was being said.
HEAR THAT RING OF HONOR? AUDIBLE IN RING PROMOS.
Vice: I normally leave the promo segments to Cewsh, but I have to comment on this. Paul London was so astronomically high that it was incredible. What a segment. If the rest of this show is utter trash, it’ll have been worth downloading for that promo alone.
Perhaps I’ll be nice and upload the segment for you all. Or I could be really lazy. One or the other. Maybe I’ll flip a coin. Later though, since I’m very much a procrastinator.
Vice:
The ref doesn’t even sell.
Eye poking. Poses. Armdragging the ref. Eye poking. Halo-esque teabagging. Eye poking. Pointing. Eye poking. Chris Hero doing guest commentary. SHIN punching.
The match starts off as a ridiculous comedy match, but slowly and completely seamlessly transitions into an actual match that is relatively serious considering the competitors. Have you guys seen Shaun of the Dead? It’s kind of like that. When the movie starts, it’s an amazing comedy and I was pissing myself, then by movie’s end I was like “Man that was an entertaining horror movie. Wait.. what? I thought it was a comedy!?”. Perfect transition, baby. This was the same, but replace “horror movie” with “serious match”.
It was bogged down a bit by the usual near falls and stuff, but it wasn’t offensively bad. The ending of the match was absolutely phenomenal. Omega gets pissed off at the ref and flings him into the ropes. Ref ducks a clothesline, bounces off the ropes again and BAAAAAAAAAM. The ref hits Omega with one of the best running/diving clotheslines I’ve ever seen. And no, I don’t mean that by ref standards. It was a legitimately fantastic clothesline. Chris Hero pisses himself on commentary, breaking out a voice that’s even more girly than our resident asshole on Rajah names Matthew. Generico kicks Omega’s face off as the crowd goes INSANE. BAM. Brainbuster onto the turnbuckle and it’s all over.
REF ATTACK!
I’ve never seen a crowd so small make so much noise. They were absolutely rabid and for good fucking reason. What a finish. What a match. This match saved the show for me which, naturally, means that the next match involves Necro Butcher.
Cewsh: This really isn’t my place.
I know I’m the play by play guy, generally, the J.R. to Vice’s Lawler, so to speak, but I think he’s got this one covered. The reason I want him to cover it instead of me, is because he found the antics in this match funny, and I really truly did not. However, judging from the crowd reaction, and Vice’s marking out, I’m pretty sure I’m just being a stick in the mud, and it probably wouldn’t accurately reflect the opinions of anyone else who watched it. This was really one of those matches where your enjoyment of the first half of it is predicated entirely on whether or not you found these guys hilarious of dull and trying too hard. If the first is more your reaction, then I’ll direct you to Vice’s bit. If you feel more my speed, we’ll just go ahead and skip right on to save ourselves the trouble.
As far as the match quality itself goes, it was pretty high for an occasion like this one, and I can appreciate the skill with which they handled the crowd and the match without needing to love it overmuch myself. So yeah. Good match, and dollars to doughnuts, you’ll enjoy it more than I did.
68 out of 100.
El Generico Over Kenny Omega Following The Top Rope Brainbuster.
Cewsh: These guys have pretty much the opposite styles from each other, so I’m not sure how this is going to work.
They start with about 10 minutes of complete stalling, with Necro Butcher doing comedy spot after comedy spot to no reaction from the crowd. Of course, since these spots included hitting some guy’s hat with a chair, and giving some poor fan a headlock, I’m not sure anybody knew what the shit was going on. Then they step into the ring, start the match, and immediately leave the ring and start brawling around outside. …and then they brawl out side some more. And some more. They just keep right on punching each other on the outside of the ring, while Aries tries his damndest to make something watchable here with his fantastic heel mannerisms and crowd control.
Unfortunately, there’s not much he can do. They do the default spot where the guy who has no discernable wrestling skill (Butcher, though if you needed to be told that, you don’t read these reviews enough), completely outwrestles and outfoxes the world class wrestler (Aries by default). Then they do some more brawling, and then after like 20 mind numbing minutes, Aries sets up a chair, and brainbusters Butcher on top of it, essentially breaking his neck, and ending the match.
I love you Mr. Aries. You hurted the bad man real bad.
This is one of those matches that proves that sometimes people with two different styles just cannot have a good match together. Butcher is fine at what he does, and Aries is coming into his own as the independent scene’s best heel, but this wasn’t going to work and it didn’t. They’ll both move on and do better things, but tonight, they stunk up the joint.
23 out of 100.
Vice: Aries is god, both character-wise and wrestling-wise. Cewsh brought up a fabulous point while we were chatting it up on AIM during this show: Necro Butcher is on like every indy show we do. Whether it’s a prestigious company like ROH or to a much lesser extent PWG, or a shithole of a federation like IWA:EC and IWA:MS, the dude is there and wrestling. Shit, does he wrestle for WWE too somehow? Is he SUICIDE in TNA? So many questions…
Aries saved this match to the absolute best of his ability, because Necro “Best of the Decade” Butcher was slacking a bit here. Wasn’t that great though, but whatever. Any Aries match is worth watching if only because of Aries.
Austin Aries Over Necro Butcher Following A Brainbuster Onto A Chair.
Segment 6 – PWG World Championship – Chris (Cewsh’s) Hero © vs. The (In)Human(ly Awesome) Tornado.
Cewsh: Apparently this is a super heated title match between these two guys, where Tornado had been the huge, trueborn babyface champion, who got injured during the title match against Hero, who capitalized to win the title. This is his rematch after recovering from the injury, and his first time confronting Hero over stealing his girlfriend, who helped to cost him the title.
These two dance around for a bit as we get the formal introduction, they go to lock up and…
Wait. COLT CABANA shows up and demands that he get a place in this match! Hero agrees to let Cabana in the match, and Tornado doesn’t seem to mind, which makes no fucking sense in relation to this feud, but okay, and this match officially becomes a triple threat!
Cewsh: They get this match going off to a strong start as Tornado rushes in for a roll up to surprise Hero while Cabana takes 20 minutes to get his coat off. Then Tornado starts liberally throwing dropkicks all over the place until finally Cabana just bludgeons him with a Roaring Elbow. Then, as Cabana and Hero square off we get revealed the true story of this match. The Human Tornado is essentially an afterthought here, and all of the attention shifts immediately to Hero and Cabana, as the lock up and basically start setting the stage for a future match with stiff moves, that are nevertheless, not quite as stiff as the ones that both men use on Tornado, knocking him around like a ragdoll. Tornado gets some offense in here and there, but he’s clearly out of his element as the other two take him to school until finally Hero rushes in and catches him with a brutal kick to the face, ending Tornado’s hopes and dreams of redemption.
Now post match, Hero and Cabana COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT TORNADO, and focus instead on hyping the title match between the two of them coming up next month. Then Tornado rushes in, grabs the mic, get’s up in Hero’s face and…apologizes for their issues. What the shit? Is The Human Tornado leaving wrestling to take up competitive baking? You could not possibly do more to deflate a character in one match than this. People bought tickets expecting to see the epic rematch to this heated rivalry, and instead what they got was a complete bait and switch, because the bookers thought it would be cooler to see Hero and Cabana. Well yeah, it is cool, but you’ve still already GOT a hot matchup. Or at least, you did.
As for the match itself, Cabana looked great, Tornado still has the worst offense in wrestling, and Hero is Hero. They did what they could to transition the story from Point A to Point B, and it was entirely serviceable, if not overly exciting. I’m just disappointed at how this all went down.
62 out of 100.
Vice: Ah, Chris Hero. For those that don’t know him, he’s a ridiculous character and a fantastic wrestler. He’s in absolutely incredible shape, being able to wrestle hour and a half long matches without breaking a sweat. Amazing cardio and conditioning in general. The funny thing is, though, that he doesn’t look like he’s in any sort of shape at all. He has almost no muscles and even has a good bit of pudge. Surely if you exercise 6 hours a day and wrestle hour long matches CONSTANTLY, you’d look the part.. right? Obviously he doesn’t want to be super muscular, but it’s still weird to look at him. He’s also famous for his awful attire, which is some of the worst in the history of wrestling. He’s always doing something to make himself look more ridiculous, which I commend. It takes balls to wear some of the stuff he does and play it with a straight face while wrestling a great match. So, simply put, Chris Hero is brilliant in pretty much every way.
“Who is Human Tornado!?” Do you find yourself asking that question right now? Well, this is the Human Tornado:
Though now he’s more serious, and a legitimate, somewhat credible wrestler. He’s still enjoyable though, and really does remind me of Chris Tucker.
A few minutes into the match, Colt Cabana makes his big return to turn this match into a triple threat, because merely walking up to the ring while a match is in progress makes you eligible to join, even if it’s a title match. Right? Who knows. Chris Hero is the champion, so I guess he can bend the rules or whatever. Basically, he gives Cabana the thumbs up to join the match and so Cabana jumps in the ring and they all go at it. Chris Hero loves competition and knows he’s better than everyone else, so he really doesn’t mind a third person. More people for him to outwrestle.
The match is a bit unspectacular, but it’s very solid and I enjoyed it. It didn’t have three thousand near falls and people kicking out of Shang Tsung stealing their souls. This match featured actual wrestlers, so it was wrestled like a match should be wrestled. Aries and Necro did it in the previous match, and at least one of them is an actual wrestler, so.. two coincidences in a row?
Chris Hero Over Everyone Following A Roaring Yakuza Kick.
Vice: London is as high as ever right here, and is also sporting a fantastic WWF shirt. No, not the World Wrestling Federation kind. The panda kind. What a sick burn right there from the somewhat recently released master of the dolphins, Paul London.
There are a number of things I could say about the Young Bucks, but Cewsh will cover it. Believe me.
London is definitely the “star” of the match here because he’s London, but he was actually one of the worst wrestlers involved. I’d say the only person he was truly better than was Karl Anderson, and let’s face it, I’m better than Karl Anderson. My cat is better than Karl Anderson. My stick of deodorant is better than Karl Anderson. My.. you see where this is going, right? Paul London was a bad combination of being too hot, too rusty, and far, far, far too high.
He’s astonishingly fast as he whips his body around, which makes a fantastic visual, but it’s hard for others to keep up with him. Instead of having 2 seconds to prepare for a move and execute it right, London gives them a quarter of a second window of opportunity to not fuck everything up in an epic way, and guess what? Yeah. Whoops. London needs to slow things down and keep his head on his shoulders so he doesn’t hurt people. London also seems to think that he’s a lot stronger than he actually is, so there were a few spots that he messed up because he’s surprisingly weak. London wasn’t bad, and he was certainly fun, but it was a very different London. I miss the old indy London where everything was super crisp and clean. Oh well. He’s still groovy and I want to see more of him.
The match got a ton of time and everyone did their part effectively (mostly), which made it really fun. Didn’t feel like a main event, but it certainly felt “big”. The ending sequence was fanfuckingtastic. Matt Jackson [Young Buck 1] has Scott Lost on his shoulders and plants him in front of the turnbuckle with that rolling slam that Finlay/Kennedy do. Before Matt is even entirely out of the way, Nick Jackson [Young Buck 2] is already airborne and in the middle of a 450. He smacks down on Lost as Matt gets ready to hit a moonsault. Bam. Next, of course, is Paul London and he hits a crazy shooting star press for the three count.
This was my third Young Bucks match (one ROH, one Chikara and this one), and this is the third time they’ve gotten a “PLEASE COME BACK!” chant. Seriously. 3 promotions, 3 different locations, 3 entirely different crowds, and they all want more of the Young Bucks. I want more of the Young Bucks. Cewsh wants more. Fucking hell. Sign them, TNA. Now. Just have them wrestle every show and every PPV and your company will be saved. That’s it. Just create a dart board with random people the Young Bucks can face, and literally just throw darts to make matches for them. Could it be any easier? Like Matt and Jeff Hardy really made tag team wrestling fun to watch and revolutionized it a bit in 2000ish, the Young Bucks are doing the same thing a decade later. They will be huge if given the opportunity.
Cewsh: It should be fairly obvious that this match is the reason we agreed to do this show. Paul London’s first match post-WWE, and the Young Bucks on the same team? Yeah, we’re there. Now their opponents aren’t, how shall I say, of the same quality. Scott Lost seems solid enough, Karl Anderson is NJPW’s version of Funaki, and Joey Ryan is mind meltingly cool and fun, but has a distinct lack of great matches in his library. So yeah, this match is a grab bag. It could be great, could be a sloppy mess. Only one way to find out.
The match gets started, and the Young Bucks immediately remind me of why I’ve tagged them again and again as the break out tag team of 2009. They’re so silky smooth in the ring, and have such amazing chemistry, that the only comparison that draws to mind is the Motor City Machine Guns. Let me tell you, as well, if those two teams ever faced off, I wouldn’t even be able to watch it. It would be like looking directly into the sun, if the sun were made of awesome tag team wrestling. Which many scientists will insist is not the case.
Anyhow, there are some appetizer moves, and then the Bucks tag in the main course of Paul London, and London IMMEDIATELY botches a hurracanrana and lands on his head. They wrestle for a little while longer, and London drops Lost on HIS head. Then he does it AGAIN, and at this point I’m honestly starting to get worried here. He’s got ring rust, clearly, but my doubts about his, ahem, mental clarity begins to creep in. Finally, though, the other guys start ganging up on London beating him down to the mat and holding him hostage, and maybe playing the face in peril sparked something for London, because he finally starts acting like, well, Paul London. He starts flying around the ring like a pro, takes a beating like the London of old, and hits the most picture perfect dropsault that I have ever seen.
Then we get the downhill sprint to the finish. I don’t have the time or the words to document everything that happened in the last few minutes of this match, but I’ll do my best. The Young Bucks start executing double team move after double team move, while Paul London recovers, until the heel trio isolate them on that outside of the ring, prompting Paul London to take flying lessons onto all of them. Then, as the brawling outside continues, guys start nailing each other with finishers inside the ring, leading to the final finisher, Matt Jackson does a 450 off the top, and moves out of the way, as Nick hits a huge moonsault, and then Paul London hops up there, and hits one of the most beautiful shooting star presses imaginable. He actually rotates all the way around before he even reaches the top of his jump, and boomshakalaka. There’s your match.
The beginning of this match was reeeally sloppy, and dangerous, and it really made me super nervous for this whole thing, but it really came together in the end, thanks to a carry job from the Bucks, and the finish was as hot as you’ll find on the indys. I’m not ashamed to give all of these guys their props.
Except for Anderson. Never for Anderson.
76 out of 100.
Team Starbucks Over Team Who? Following A Shooting Star Press From London To Lost.
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Cewsh’s Conclusions:
Cewsh: The quality of the footage was bad, the audio (aside from that one promo for some reason) was bad, the fans were bad, the lack of entrances was bad, and the pacing and booking was questionable. Yet even through all of that, this show had something that no other indy show we’ve reviewed has had.
Its called entertainment. Take some notes indy scene.
Would I recommend this show? Not for anything on its own, no, but as a chance to see independent wrestling that you can actually be proud of and enjoy, then yes. The final score might seem condemning, but just compare it to our other indy reviews. Its actually a compliment.
Vice’s Verdict:
Vice: Overall it was a fairly good show in a couple ways. Sure there was plenty of stuff that pissed me off, but it got the point where I was legitimately laughing at the near fall kickouts and seeing how epic these people were making their matches. Then there was the fantastic comedy involving Generico and Omega, Aries being cool, good solid action in a number of matches, Young Bucks..
With a run time of just over 2 hours, it was long enough to be a fulfilling show and short enough not to wear out its welcome like many other indy shows. Sometimes you just can’t watch 3 fucking hours of the same stuff.
Vice’s Final Score: 64 out of 100.
Alright, boys and girls, that'll do it for us this week. Check back in next Tuesday for another riveting installment of Cewsh Reviews, where we'll once again head abroad, this time to Seoul, South Korea to cover the NKPWA, and their March supershow, which as far as I can tell remains nameless. Its a great opportunity to examine a promotion very, very few people probably know anything about, while at the same time enjoying some of our favorite TNA and American independant talents. We know you'll be there. After all, what else is there to do on a Tuesday? Until then, kiddos, keep reading, and be good to one another.
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