Well...not trying to knock you guys...I just felt most of the matches felt short, even if you include the time frame for the wrestling in the video. Maybe that is just me. Out of them though, I'd go...The main Event
Best Piece of Booking:
Kyojin not winning the #1 contendership. I don't mean that as a bad thing, as I love Kyojin(no homo), but it was a good curveball.
Best Debut *when applicable*:
Any Piece of Booking You Didn't Like:
Any Matches and/or Promos That Could've Been Improved:
Not to sound like a stickler, I just feel like the matches couuld have been better, but again, that falls partly on HJ, as I know you guys were picking up the slack for him.
Any Other Positives:
The show got my pumped for Resurrection :D
Any Other Constructive Criticism:
Overall Show Grade:
It is hard to portray Seth at times lol
Divine: darius...best of luck at resurrection..maybe you will get lucky and score the pinfall on hoolie...but with what divine has planned for mr roman numeral at the ppv, well...lets just say a golden divine will be walking in, and a golden divine will be walking out
For those who don't venture into the Tea Spot, some Aloisick news for you all :D
Stick a picture of your ugly mug on the cover and you've hit the nail on the head for you.
*In one of the training rooms of JBW, Virgo Violet paces to and fro. Not dressed in her usual business wear, she instead is garbed in deep purple boxing trunks with white trim and a sports top to match. Her hands are taped... and the tape is stained red.
*Normally wearing glasses, she isn't wearing them now. She turns to one of the men in the room with her, her assistants. The man is a large man - about six foot five, around two hundred seventy pounds, ripped... and bleeding from his face. Profusely.*
Virgo Violet: We're going to try this again. I want to perfect this technique, and I will have it done so by this evening. You will help me perfect this move, Higgins... or don't you want your wife and kids to have a roof over their heads?
*Higgins - the man bleeding - nods while avoiding eye contact with Virgo. The other assistants in the room barely look on... they don't envy Higgins' position right now. Not that any of them are that far away from it...
Virgo stretches for a moment, then stands in her fighting stance, warming up. She approaches Higgins, stepping back and forth while bobbing and weaving in typical boxer fashion.
And faster than the eye can follow, she lands a punch into the man's liver with the force of a sledgehammer. Higgins coughs blood and doubles over.
And just as quickly, Virgo grabs him with both hands under his arms and tosses him directly up into the air. And on his way down, she fires an ungodly uppercut into his face on the way down. Higgins collapses into a still heap on the floor, unconscious before even landing. The other men look on in complete horror at this.
Virgo Violet looks down at her handiwork... and her normally ice cold expression gives way to a slow, sinister smile.*
Virgo Violet: Perfect. I think it's ready.
*Virgo Violet grabs a towel and wipes herself off... then tosses it onto Higgins' unconscious form.
Virgo Violet: That will be all, Higgins. Now... who will help me perfect my latest fighting technique?