This game arrived right at the end of Uncle Clive's little experiment. A few months after the ten bells had been rung for the Speccy, and the dirt was still warm on the grave, Codemasters soldiered valiantly on, releasing the handful of games still in their arsenal before tapping out and finally calling it quits for the home computer market.

Except that Wrestling Superstars had been seen before, in 1992 in fact, as part of the Supersports Challenge compilation. Quite why they saw the need to grace us with a solo release is anyone's guess, those were crazy times. But this would arguably be the last proper Spectrum game from the Darling brothers.

I'll be honest, if Codemasters had stuck to their guns and used the rules of professional wrestling, and somehow landed an actual WWF tie-in, this would have been the crowning zenith of the Spectrum's lifespan. But it's a weird one. There's no license here despite the cover art and title screen being festooned with the gurning mug of everyone's favourite veiny racist. The aforementioned rules are also non-existent, there's no 1-2-3 count, just your opponent lying on top of your prostrate body until your health bar runs out. Aside from those debilitating cons, the game is actually pretty good. It runs smoother than most AAA titles, is colourful, fun to play, and has a jaunty chiptune playing as you wrestle.

A nice finisher. So to speak.