My review was written in November 1988 after watching the show on Fox Hills video cassette.
A new women's wrestling league is heralded in "AWWF Premiere", but tape contains precious little wrestling. It's a hokey approach to fighting femmes, owing more to softcore voyeur shows than athletics.
Spice Williams, a former wrestler who looks tough enough to impress genre fans, emces the Reseda, California-lensed show, which spends most of its time on boring intros of the whole league of femme grapplers, a silly male sword fight in the ring, male and female bodybuilders in a posedown, etc.
Three abbreviated matches are presented, most notable and telltale moment occurring when Christina Garcia (portraying Carmen de las Fruitas) is rendered topless briefly during the heat of battle.
Judging from the specialized popularity of such decadent pastimes as foxy boxing and mud wrestling, there exists an audience for the material, but more care and emphasis upon wrestling is needed (even the similar GLOW league of David McClane evolved into the beefier POWW).
These women show plenty of skin but evidence little knowledge of rudimentary holds; ditto the ring announcer who identifies a splash maneuver as a body slam and calls an airplane spin a helicopter spin.
Use of oodles of audio sweetener to simulate crowd response is obvious and irritating.
A new women's wrestling league is heralded in "AWWF Premiere", but tape contains precious little wrestling. It's a hokey approach to fighting femmes, owing more to softcore voyeur shows than athletics.
Spice Williams, a former wrestler who looks tough enough to impress genre fans, emces the Reseda, California-lensed show, which spends most of its time on boring intros of the whole league of femme grapplers, a silly male sword fight in the ring, male and female bodybuilders in a posedown, etc.
Three abbreviated matches are presented, most notable and telltale moment occurring when Christina Garcia (portraying Carmen de las Fruitas) is rendered topless briefly during the heat of battle.
Judging from the specialized popularity of such decadent pastimes as foxy boxing and mud wrestling, there exists an audience for the material, but more care and emphasis upon wrestling is needed (even the similar GLOW league of David McClane evolved into the beefier POWW).
These women show plenty of skin but evidence little knowledge of rudimentary holds; ditto the ring announcer who identifies a splash maneuver as a body slam and calls an airplane spin a helicopter spin.
Use of oodles of audio sweetener to simulate crowd response is obvious and irritating.
