Welcome everyone to the cultaholic classic raw review. You see whilst the other

cultaholic lads are desperately hitting F5 refreshing

their browsers to get tickets for W. W. W. Stumping Ground. We are here via our Aika-pro-powered DeLorian back in the glorious early 90s

chronologically critiquing, thank you OSW review, Monday Night Raw

when it was at its most fraught.

And who be we?

I be fake Jordy, sometimes radio presenter

General Newsom's Tom Campbell

joined by the bear in the big blue bar cage who isn't hitting F5 to try and get tickets for stomping ground or that AEW one.

Instead he's hitting the person that attempted to bring him a pencil because he's the head pen and he doesn't need a pencil

because he uses a pen because he gets it right all the time. Justin Henry is there and he is off of America.

How you doing there Tommy?

All good at this end. It is early in the morning for you, so I respect that you're a little bit sleepy.

Uh, yeah, and so we got a two for ahead of us here since we're doing it a little bit differently this week.

Oh yes, because so you're on your vacation this week, aren't you?

Vacation.

Because I was going to call it vaca, and then I realized I'm not cool enough to call it a vaca,

so I'll give it its full title.

It's almost like you're an alien who couldn't comprehend that word.

Because I'm going to see holiday and then it means something very different and it's all confusing.

Talking of holidays, apologies for no show last week. I was in

deep dark Wales. Nothing wrong with Wales. Love Wales. Love it, love it so much. far too many letters in all of its place names, but regardless

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