Hello and welcome to the SmackDown review. I'm Adam Wilborn from What Called Your Join.

By one of the deadly boys, Michael Sidjwick from What Called Your To Rew, everything that happened

on Friday night's episode of SmackDown. But before we get into it, if you're a fan of this sort of thing,

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Complete. Will the money get quiz, of course, on WrestleCulture? As said, join by Sidjwick

to review Friday night's SmackDown. And what do you make of this show, Sidj?

As a bit rubbish, to be honest, you're not great about it though, in the capacity of a reviewer.

There's so little wrestling that you don't really have to talk about with that much.

You don't have to pay attention to it that much. Did someone, I don't know if someone did the

mass of if this was just like a joke, but what like 18 minutes of wrestling, it can't be that

little. Maybe that was just a joke, but it certainly felt like it. It just feels like this show

never has a great deal of wrestling on it. It does have an absolute abundance of pretty

dire comedy, which in this case was at the very least elevated somewhat by the performer delivering it.

There are storylines that are terrible imitations of stuff we've seen 22 years ago

that have been ongoing since August, and are still happening with no development.

Roman Reigns continues to be just head and shoulders above literally everybody else.

It's just a pretty bad pro wrestling TV show. One of these days, I'm going to drop the ultimate

tweet on there, and just in the best way to do it right is on a Saturday morning because the worst,

I don't really care about them too much anymore, but the absolute worst mutants, right?

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