ICW 100% Shenanigans Review

I tend tae expect a lot from wrestling companies when they run their last show of the year, it comes wae the territory eh? even if story lines and feuds continue on tae the new year ye want a wee bit of closure on things when a calendar year comes tae an end, its jist human nature I think. Truth be told, when I went tae Santa Gravy last year, it was maybe my 5th ICW show, and I wisnae as invested in it as I am now. Maybe if they fucked it, I might have thought twice about going back, but that my friends, wid have been a huge mistake. Thankfully for us aw it was a beauty of a show, rounded aff 2012 in style. Could 100% Shenanigans dae the same job for 2013? Considering how big a year it had been for ICW in terms of the companies growth and the standard of the product, the pressure wis on. The fact that the show itself wis cried "100% Shenanigans" also meant there wis a wee bit of pressure on tae provide a show that wis shenanigans in its entirety. Fair tae say that if one minute of this show wisnae laden wae shenanigans, we wid aw be entitled tae ask for our money back. Thankfully nae such issues wid arise on that score either as we were treated tae a feast of shenanigans, fit for a King, or a Jester if ye prefer (see cause, ICWs current champion is Jack Jester so that's the jo....ach ye got it, yer a clever cunt)

600 odd folk, one Glesga nightclub and aw the wrasslin ye can handle. Lets get tore in. First we had a wee bitta Gremlin dancing between ring announcer Simon Cassidy and Dr Sean David, as Dr Sean is slagged mercilessly for missing the last show. Billy Kirkwood also informed us that he just battered yon Mark Wright fae TOWIE. Well that's what I took fae it anyway, but maybe I heard what I wanted tae hear there/

BT Gunn vs Wolfgang

I wis quietly expecting this tae be MOTN if im honest. Might sound odd tae say this about a former two time ICW Champion, but BT Gunn is criminally underrated in ICW, and wrestling generally. A hugely dynamic worker, who has flourished since being given free reign tae act as deranged as he likes since the re-birth of the NAK as diabolical "kick yer grannies front teeth oot n feed them tae yer papa" heels. He is also legitimately the best at chops in....well the world probably. Aw ye need tae see for proof of that is the nick of Fergal Devitts chest when they exchanged chops for what felt like about hauf an hour during their stoater of a match earlier in the year.
So I wis slightly disappointed that this match didnae happen as billed, as they had both made their entrances, BT makes Wolfy chase him around the ring, and when Wolfy eventually catches him with a spear. Yer Renfrew and Divers emerge tae knock the living shite oota Wolfy, and that was that. Match abandoned, games a bogey. A wee hauf shift for yer NAK boys n Wolfy as a reward for aw their hard work this year.

I'm pullin yer wire of course, the aforementioned troops would of course go on tae make numerous appearances throughout the night. The NAK in particular, who took 100% Shenanigans as a personal challenge tae themselves, and also clearly think the word "shenanigans" means that ye boot the utter fuck outta anyone who dares tae cross yer path, regardless of creed, colour, or the fact that they might huv diddies n mibbe smell like a meadow a wee bit. Disnae matter who ye urr, ye were getting chibbed.

James R Kennedy is next tae appear, with seemingly his one remaining employee Kenneth. For the second show running, Kenneth tells him tae haud his wheesht, before announcing that he fancies a wee challenge. He sure as fuck gets it....

Kenneth vs Lionheart

Lionheart likes a challenge anaw, and he's partial tae a scrap here and there, so he wis the natural choice here. He also has a reputation for working well wae younger guys and making them look fuckin dynamite, and he kept that reputation going strong here cause Kenny Williams looked like a fuckin superstar here. The match kicks off wae an inch perfect dropkick fae Hearto, before the boys get tae running the ropes. The action makes it wae tae the outside, where Hearto stumbles intae the crowd, only for yer boy Kenny to fly intae the Heart of about 20 cunts in the crowd when he nails Hearto wae the crossbody off the top rope. This is quite correctly followed by a chant of "Kenneth is the bollocks" because Kenneth is the fuckin bollocks mate. Back in the ring we see a Samoan drop fae Hearto, followed by a cracker of a move where he caught Kenneth going for a springboard move and planted him wae a backdrop. Next up is a lovely wee sequence where Kenneth blocks a Rock Bottom attempt intae a rollup, only for Lionheart tae hit the Rock Bottom on the second try but Kenneth valiantly pulled a shoulder up tae keep the match going. I'm sure I recall of a middle rope spear fae Hearto at some point anaw, but Kenny wis more than holding his own. In fact he wis well on top when he hit a move that looked a lot like the Skullcrushing Finale, before climbing the ropes once more looking tae put Lionheart away, only for his own fuckin manager tae send him hurtling baws first ontae the turnbuckle. James R Kennedy, ya sleekit midden ye! Hearto looks almost embarrassed as he picks Kenny up, hits a firemans carry intae a neckbreaker, before landing the Frog Splash tae end a beauty of a contest. Nuhin better than a wee impromptu match that goes on tae set the tone for the rest of the night.

Lionheart hints at a sneaky wee heel turn when he appears to congratulate James R Kennedy for his role in helping Hearto get the win, but he's at it! Superkicked Kennedys jaw clean aff so he did, before picking his beaten opponent aff the mat and letting him know he had arrived. A moment which couldnae be more poignant if it tried eh? THINK AGAIN.

If you didnae instantly recognise the music that played as young Kenny exited the ring and lights went out, yer nae pal of mine. Yer nae pal of anyones. Cause if ye love, hate or find yersell possessed wae a murderous lust when the name Jackie Polo is mentioned, ye should aw know exactly who he is and what he's all about. He is the kind of character that makes professional wrestling a special form of entertainment. The man has fuckin everything. A skill-set in the ring which far exceeds his years of experience, and a natural on the mic in any situation you put him. The pop which gripped the Garage when the lights flicked back on and we seen him standing there wis eardrum shattering brawness. Polo Stick in hand, ready tae cave in some skulls and say some beautiful hings. Down goes Hearto with the shot to the skull. Before Jackie grabs the mic and announces CAPTAIN JACK IS BACK.
He goes on tae tell us that he will be going one-on-one with Lionheart at Still Smokin at the ABC in March. I don't think anyone within 100 feet of me stopped screamin at any point during this, for a multitude of reasons. Personally I wis upset cause I lost control of my bodily functions briefly and pished aw doon ma new jeans, but that's my cross tae bear. Sometimes I just love too hard. Jackie rounds the whole thing off by of course singing his own theme as he disappeared intae the night. It is fuckin wonderful tae have ye back big yin. Please never leave us again.

The NAK vs Stevie Boy, Sebastian Radclaw and Wolfgang

I'm pretty sure everyone in The Garage wis gantin tae see BT and Wolfy exchange chops eh? How could ye no be. So after their singles match not panning out, it wis a relief tae us all when Wolfgang emerged. First we had a brief Rap Battle between Renfrew and The Wee Man, and the announcement that Sebastian Radclaw would be Stevies partner for the Tag Title match (due to Davie being sidelined wae two burst knees and an addiction wae getting sweaty wae wee durties) this led tae The NAK delivering a trademark beatdown, which involved wee Lambrini getting knocked spark out anaw. Wolfgang is out tae provide hauners, and he does that wae his usual mixture of controlled aggression and being a really massive, scary cunt. Wolfgang goes diving intae the crowd crowd early on a sends a wee NAK teeth flying, aswell as a luminous green drink somedy wis haudin in front row. Early In the match we saw a hilarious wee spot where Stevie and BT Gunn both go for superkicks, only tae get their legs tangled in a superkick lockup type situation. Radclaw gets tagged in for the first time and lets us aw know fairly early that he can fuckin go. Hits a beezer of a springboard clothesline, before having another high flying move caught and turned intae a spinebuster by Renfrew. The NAK bossed most of the middle part of the match, but the makeshift Buckys get a foothold in it again when Wolfgang delivers some stiff clotheslines, before Radclaw hits a double dropkick aff the top rope. The chop exchange finally happens between BT n Wolfy and it wis brief, but predictably brutal. Wolfgang then Gorilla Pressed his ain team-mate, before launching Radclaw like a scud missile at the NAK.
Stevie and Dickie get intae a wee battle of wills, which Dickie looks tae have gained the upper hand in only for Stevie tae hit a fuckin CANADIAN DESTORYER outta naewhere on Dickie. It didnae quite beat the one he hit off the ladder when the Buckys took the tag belts from Dickies auld tag team The STIs earlier in the year, but it was still unspeakably braw. Stevie stupidly tries the same thing on the much bigger, much less flingable Chris Renfrew, and it gets reversed intae a fuckin spine shattering Alabama Slam.
The NAK never surrendered the upper hand fae that point on and Radclaw eats yon double team top rope double foot stomp and The NAK retain (if the tag belts were even up for grabs here, I'm no entirely sure) They won anyway. It wid be the first of many small victories the group would have in the name of violence throughout the evening.

Joe Coffey vs James Scott

If life wis simply everyone in the same room together, wae this match playing on an eternal loop, it wid be a life I'd be content wae. I didnae see them actually managing tae better that tremendous display of storytelling they produced and Fear and Lothian, but these two beautiful bastards not only bested their match from last month, for me they produced the best ICW match of the year at the final opportunity to do so. Some tidy mat wrestling kicked things off, which included a snapmare intae an abdominal stretch by James Scott. Some shoulderblock warfare followed, but neither man could get the better of the other there, so Coffey ends that sequence wae a dropkick. Chops and forearms from both followed, and when Joe gets intae aw that, aw sorts of moisture is induced, partly from the water fleein out his hair, and also the various forms of moisture that occur in yer undergarments. Scott catches Joe with a kick right tae the jaw, before hitting a double underhook suplex, then the double footstomp off the top rope for a 2 count. Next wis another braw wee display of the chemistry these two share n the ring and they both went for clotheslines a few times in a row, culminating in a double clothesline taking them both down. Coffey found himself in the drivers seat after that stauner inducing exchange when he strung together his trademark routine. European Uppercuts forced James Scott into the corner, and that was followed a big splash, and then the gutwrench suplex out of the corner. I may be wrong here, but I'm fairly certain that led tae the spinning lariat attempt fae Joe, only for James tae turn in intae a German Suplex. Joe appears tae be setting up for the Boston Crab, but Scott blocks it, so instead Joe gets intae some Cesaro Spins, as he managed to spin Scott 5 or 6 times, enough to dizzy the poor man enough that Joe wis free and clear tae lock the Boston Crab in. He wisnae too dizzy tae see the ropes right enough, although he wis mibbe seeing about 15 of them, but he managed tae grab one tae break the hold. The warriors go at it once more, and it looks like James Scott is gonnae even the score between the two when he hits a full nelson suplex and a powerbomb, before going for the double foot stomp again only for Joe tae roll oot the the road. Goes for the spinning Lariat again, only for James Scott tae duck and lock in a chokehold that I couldnae see properly, but looked a lot like Hells Gate (or the Gogoplata if ye prefer) but after a valiant struggle fae Joe, which led tae the hold being modified, it finally led tae Joe being choked out.

This led tae a "you tapped out!" chant which is the worst of aw the patter, cause being choked out by the sheer effectiveness of a hold and giving up are two entirely different hings, and also, that's robbing shite patter fae WWE fans as it is. These urnae a coupla WWE cunts who wont remember yer face either, Joe Coffey has a photographic memory of all of those who dared tae call him a quitter, and he's comin fur yees aw. When ye least expect it.
After the match Joe declared his undying respect for Mr Scott, before challenging him for one last match at the Square Go. No just any match either, a fuckin Iron Man match! I know The Square Go is a full month after Christmas, but still, Merry fuckin Christmas tae us aw eh. Cause if theres one thing that's been missing fae the contests between these two so far, its simply more time. That's it. I reckon it'll be a 30 minute effort like James Scott vs Wolfgang was last year, but these two could easily go for a full hour without getting boring in the slightest. After saying naw initially cause he's a cheeky chappy, James Scott formally accepts the challenge and if ye've no at got a least a wee quarter chub at the prospect of these two in an Iron Man match, there's something irreparably wrang wae ye mate. Seek medical assistance, or some saft but potent drugs at yer earliest convenience.



Grado vs Mikey Whiplash

As ye've probably gathered by now, their last match lit a wee fire in me personally so it did. Wonderful storytelling. I had nae doubt this would be the same but the gods just widnae allow for December 1st 2013 tae be the perfect day. Unfortunately it wisnae meant tae be, as Grado kicked things off wae some frantic rights, and chops, only to be sent tae the outside tae catch some Suicide Dives. The first one lands perfectly, but the second yin saw Whippy impale his leg on a barricade, and the resulting 6 inch wound resulted in a puddle of unplanned blood, which led tae Grado heroically whippin the singlet aff tae help stem the bloodflow. Wanting to keep the match going led Whippy to pull the metal embedded in hid leg clean out, but there was just too much blood to continue and Eddie Sideburns stopped the match. Mikey Whiplash legitimately had to leave the venue in an ambulance but he is said to be doing fine. Hopefully these two get a chance tae tell us a wee story again in the future. Maybe in 7 weeks at the Square Go if we're aw very lucky. Christ imagine this re-match, and a James Scott vs Joe Coffey Iron Man match on the same card? We'd aw need out hearts re-started every 15 minutes or suhin.

We come back from the interval tae an update on Whippys status fae Mark Dallas. He's daein fine. Hard bastard so he is. Sweeney then makes his long awaited return, but he has seemingly come in peace, delivering an envelope tae Mark Dallas, placing some trademark Sweeny sunglassies on Dallas' terrified coupon, and leaving. Some familiar music starts up in the background and that leads tae another stoater of a pop as yer Red Lightning emerges tae formally rejoin the ICW roster. Yer man disnae dae things by half though, and what could easily have been the simple act of putting pen tae paper turns intae my favourite face turn of all time. Lightning takes this opportunity tae settle his differences wae Dallas, and while they will always have disagreements, Dallas is the only man who seen something in Lightning aw those years ago and elevated him tae become one of the major players in Scottish Wrestling. Red then shifts his attention tae the fans, and tells us that he wis never really intae being a bad guy. Its a role he plays well, but its no really him and while he'll always be a wanker at heart, he wants tae be our wanker. The PEOPLES Wanker. Those 3 words were barely oot his mouth for a minute, before the chant started and that wis it settled. The Peoples Wanker has arrived and wis ready for duty.


The Owens Twins vs Nikki Storm and Carmel (Kay Lee Ray Special Guest Ref)

This wis a stoater of a match so it wis, but before we get intae that, I have tae pass comment on the masterclass of apron cheekiness of display fae yer Nikki Storm. It started with the shocked facial expressions she wis pulling when Carmel grabbed the mic and cut another scathing wee promo about how she was the only woman in the ring not to have wrestled in Japan, but at least Kay Lee and Nikki didnae have to pay their own air fare. :o This led tae The Owens Twins attacking Carmel, and going after Nikki but Nikki wants nae part of it. Throughout the match we were treated tae hunners of similar pieces of gallus behaviour fae Nikki on the apron, including the odd wee bit of cheating here and there and yer usual incredulous "wisnae me!" looks when she was nearly caught in the act. Wrasslin wise this was just oh so braw, a beautiful double hiptoss fae The Owens Twins, along wae a Tornado DDT wae Leah im sure. At one point they both had submission holds in at the same time, but Carmel fought out of the one she was locked into, and broke the Single Crab that Nikki was caught in before she could tap. Fishermans suplex fae Carmel anaw, and of course the Carmel DDT, before a misunderstanding between an Owens Twin (ye can actually tell them apart a wee bit noo, but no enough for me tae remember whit wan in particular wis involved here, sorry n that) and Kay Lee, led tae Kay Lee getting a sare face, and she instinctively reacted by laying Leah(or Kasey ;)) out and reluctantly counting tae 3 as Carmel covered her. Fuckin loving this wee angle btw, with Kay Lee inadvertently helping Carmel tae aw these wins. If it leads tae another match between them in the new year, then ye can bet it'll be another work of art. Nae way it couldnae be.

Mind they NAK boys we were on aboot earlier? Before I go intae sookin up their erses a wee bit, I'd like tae point oot that my appreciation of their work isnae related to the fact that they kinda indiscriminately battered 5 lassies here, but as a heel stable, ye really couldnae ask for any more than what The NAK have provided for ye since re-forming and adding Dickie Divers tae their ranks. They turned die hards who worshipped the ground they walked on intae their biggest detractors, and in terms of letting ye know just how heely they are at yer earliest convenience; threatening to take a pair of scissors tae Lianne (the former ring announcer) whilst she had just announced she wis taking time off to have a wean, done the job wae aplomb. This wee segment hit new highs (or lows depending on yer perception, I cannae tell ye how tae think mate) of heel behaviour, as they pretty much battered fuck outta every lassie in the ring for seemingly nae reason. An Owens twin caught a stunner, the other yin caught a superkick fae BT Gunn, im fairly certain Nikki caught a double foot stomp, but I could be wrong there, somedy wae ovaries got their jaw landed on anyway. Wolfgang once again emerges tae provide the hauners, and he gets leathered over the back wae a chair at least 10 times whilst crouched on the matt but yer man REFUSES tae yield, and the NAK feel their work is done and leave the carnage in the ring as it is. Card subject to change, and all of those contained on said card or subject to having their shit ruined at any given moment.

A wee sidenote. Some fanny near me in the crowd wis chantin "you've got school in the morning" and "yer jist a shit bouncer" at Dickie Divers. Not only are both of those hings rotten patter, but how can he be a school wean and a bouncer at the same time? Whit kinda multi faceted life is yer Dickie Divers leading here? is he a chiropodist on the weekends tae? Take that patter up the road.

An Evening With Joe Hendry

I feel a we bit privileged tae have seen Joe Hendrys debut when I attended my first SWA show in October, cause yer man has something. I'm no quite sure what it is yet, but I know I'm intae it. In this segment there's a stool a mic stand set up for him, as he prepares tae treat us al tae a wee acoustic singalong. He cannae get the mic tae sit properly though, so he invites a man of great integrity and honour out tae help him out. A man who values the needs of the few over the needs of the many when he needs tae and that man is the ICWs premier talent agent (who as of that moment had nae talents tae agent after drappin Kenny) James R Kennedy. The boys exchange some patter which feels like it could lead tae a future partnership. Joe then tells us aw that ICWs theme is obscene and he's here tae gie us a cleaner, less shouty version of it, and ye can slap ma baws and caw me yer Aunty Jean if it wisnae the maist beautiful piece of music ever created. Awrite mibbe im getting a bit excited, but everycunt in the place wis vibing tae it, lighters in the air, haudin hauns, passin eccies tae each other usin nuhin but yer tongue. It wis lit Woodstock or suhin. This rendition of the theme included the line "IC-Double-Me-And-You" which wis undoubtedly the most incredible thing anyones brain has ever came up wae. Aw fuck, im away again. Mibbe it wisnae that good, but it wis fairly fuckin special. Unfortunately for Joe his penchant for cheekiness got in the way of a good time, as he decided tae get on the mic and demand an apology aff big Damien O'Connor for knocking his pan in at the last show, but instead the big yin arrives, delivers a Death Valley Driver, and yon modified Michinoku Driver, before booting him up the arse and sending him hurtling towards the floor. Joe mate, for yer ain benefit ye really need tae stop antagonising this bear of a man, or yer gonnae wind up....well probably deid.

Mark Coffey vs Liam Thomson (Zero G Title Match)

No that either of these guys need hauners aff a cunt like me, but the lack of respect for this match fae a group of cunts near me wis a major bawache. Fair enough if yer no intae it, but see if that's the case? be quiet and let folk enjoy it in peace. The plethora of shite patter aimed at Thomson in particular could get tae fuck, cunts calling him mediocre when he is easily one of the most proficient workers in the country. If these fandans actually paid attention tae the fuckin match, they'd have seen the second best match of the night. Only edged oot by the work of art produced by Joe Coffey n James Scott. After a brief feeling out process wae some armbars, n wristlocks n aw that, Thomson hits a braw armdrag. A wee exchange of near falls wis next, ending in a backslide fae Thomson. They exchanged jabs, before Coffey sent Thomson tae the corner wae a hard Irish Whip. Uppercuts fae Coffey followed, before he delivered a hard elbow tae Thomsons spleen. Thomson hit a missle dropkick at some point im sure anaw, before Mark Coffey appeared tae deadlift Thomson from the ground and deliver a backdrop. Smashin stuff, exactly the kind of match Thomson would have been looking tae have tae cement his push back intae the singles ranks. Coffey looks tae bring it tae an end wae the Pumphandle Slam, but Thomson wriggled free and hits the backstabber and all of a sudden we've got a wee whiff of a new champ in the air. Thomson goes up top for the flying heidbutt, but Coffey had it well scouted and continued his unwavering hot streak by hitting the Punphandle Slam for the win. Coffey gets on the mic afterwards and speaks of the respect he has for Thomson, before having his promo ruined by the same fandan as before, screaming aboot the tag hingin out his trunks repeatedly. If ye want tae come tae the show and be a wank, feel free. Without wanks, the ICW crowd wid be about 100 folk lighter in all honesty, but if ye gonnae stop people doing their jobs wae yer shite patter, ye can never stop getting tae fuck. Mark persevered and delivers a promo about how him pinning Whiplash when he held both belts makes him the true ICW Champion. Maybe a wee brother vs brother feud for the belt at some point in the future? That wid be eye wateringly smashin.

Jack Jester vs Kid Fite (ICW Title Match)

I'll no lie, I wisnae sure about this when it was announced. Purely cause Kid Fite being booked in an ICW Title Match seemed a bit out the blue, but I wis happy tae be proved wrong as these two auld pros put on an excellent main event. The early exchanges saw about 5 minutes eaten up by a hilariously jovial wee Jack Jester chant fae a section of the crowd, a chant which is seemingly impossible tae shift oot yer brain cause I still cannae fuckin get it oota mine.
Anyway, once the wrasslin started we had a strength test between the two, followed by a snapmare and a slap across the heid fae Kid Fite, cause Fito is a fuckin heel noo, and that's whit heels dae. They slap cunts.
That wis followed by a battle in the crowd which I saw very little of, apart fae a wee struggle on the stage which led tae both men flying intae the crowd, the battle made its way along the perimeter of The Garage, wae someone getting scudded wae a beer can at some point. Eventually we get back tae the ring where Jester drops a leg across Kit Fites throat as he dwelled on the apron. He goes for the corkscrew next but swings and misses, before Kid Fite hits a braw snap suplex and locks in a single crab. If theres a better snap suplex in Scotland than the one Kid Fite delivers, then show me it meht. I'm yet tae see such a thing. I cannae mind why this happened, but I recall Fito spitting on yon Bobby Petta looking ref at this point. Jester goes for the modified pedigree that he uses, but Kid Fite blocked it. Then yer Liam Thomson makes an appearance and the whole thing descends intae tomfoolery. Backstabber fae Thomson is followed by a DDT fae Kid Fite and it looked like we might have a new champ after all, but Jester got the shoulder up at two. Jester goes for the Pedigree again and this time hits it, but that disnae get the job done either. The tombstone did soon after though and for the second show running Jester had overcome the odds tae retain the belt.

That's where it ended. Everyone exited in an orderly fashion and took themselves home immediately. We've had our fill of Shenanigans. Couldnae possibly stomach any more. Ach well, mibbe an extra wee 5 minutes widnae hurt as none other than Red Lightning emerged, wae his gear on and a contract in hand which stated that he was enititled tae the re-match he never got when he dropped the belt to Whippy months earlier at that very same venue. He said he wis cashing it now, cause even though Jester is his best pal (kayfabe boayzies ffs, yees hated each other a few months back) he couldnae let him keep hurtin himself the way he does. Aw the hardcore matches, and the various bumps he's taken has forced Jesters body tae breaking point, and The Peoples Wanker wis here tae end the pain. The bell rings, but almost as soon as it does Fight Club rush the ring and leather both men. Bell rings once more, no contest.
Then the melee I wished for when I wrote a wee preview for this show actually came true and it wis pure carnage at its finest. Of course The NAK were involved, as were the remaining Gold Label alumni, and we also seen Grado, Stevie Boy, The Coffeys and Damien O'Connor amongst others. The Coffeys and Damo had a belter of an uppercut exchange which seemed tae go aw the way backstage, before we were left wae just The NAK and Jester, and The Gold Label. The Label (plus Jester) clear the ring and stare each other out for a bit. Could a face Gold Label finally become a reality? everycunt loves James Scott anyway, and Lightnings a face noo, so why no? Face Gold Label vs Heel NAK gies me a pulsating stauner so it does.

Overall a fitting way tae end the ICWs most important year tae date. I can say wae complete honestly that I haven't felt short changed at any of the shows throughout the year either, and I'm sure if it keeps going as it is, its only gonnae get bigger fae here. Mentioned a few wee negative crowd hings, but as always most folk were crackin and everyone observed the 10 bell salute for the victim of The Clutha Bar helicopter accident the day before so fair play to all for that.

I'd gie the show 8.5 bulldogs oota 10, cause it wis probably a 9, but nae Noam Dar takes it doon 0.5. No that oor Noam is only worth 0.5 like, but that's the only element I'd say wis missing. Saying that but, who really cares cause CAPTAIN JACK IS BACK.

As this will be the last ICW review of the year, I'd like tae say cheers for reading this yin and the previous ones. Awra best for Christmas n that. New year tae. Eat, drink, be merry and watch wrasslin.