Picture this, static cars, idling engines, angry horns.

Now, picture you, zooming past it all, light and breezy.

Ah, the sweet feeling of whizzing past traffic.

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avante west coast feel good travel. Welcome everyone to the cultaholic Classic Raw Review. You see whilst the other cultaholic

lads are on the final stretch of the road to

WrestleMania picking up some keys for an old hotel room in Albury, some angry Brutus Beef Cake fans

and John Oliver along the way.

We are here via our Icopro-Powered DeLorian

back in 1993 where we are chronologically critiquing,

thank you OSW review, take a boot,

the early years of Monday Night Raw episode by episode.

And who be we, I be fake Jordi, radio presenter, manager to Mickey

the Dragon, uncrowned King of the Leeds death match, Tom Campbell. I be with The Bear in the Big Blue Bar Cage. If you were to hand Justin Henry the

keys to a stationary outlet in America and say you can have anything you want from the from the

pencil aisle he would take those keys and force them directly into your eye because

he does not need a pencil he needs a pen

because he gets it right every time Justin Henry from off of America.

How are you today to Maso? I am good. Thank you, Garano. I am genuinely excited about

Wrestlevania weekend. I think because, cheap plug, Sunday night at the Brunel Social Club in Leeds, Rise Wrestling presents its copyright sensitive spectacular

point at the sign too. In which we will have a whole nut of amazing wrestling and then we're going to be

finishing dead on 10 just in time for the pre-show and then we're all staying up to

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