Hey, the Cleveland Indians are in attendance!
I love how "Indians" and "Red Skins" are the last semblance of subtle racism in the United States still tolerable. I'd
like to start a team called "the Harlem Black People" just to see what would happen.
Hey, there's MVP with the standard WWE PSA warning
me "not to try what he does". And here I had a full body 1930's male bathing suit ready to go and everything. Way to ruin
my dream, dick. On that note though, remember when it used to be just "Don't try this at home"? I used to
laugh at the prospect that it's deadly dangerous to wrestle in and around your parents rattan furniture, yet perfectly
acceptable anywhere outside your Mom's house. I guess WWE finally figured out how absurd that was, too.
More super exciting Diva Search coverage! Which
by the way is completely exclusive to WWE.com! Which might draw the question of "WHY THE FUCK IS IT STILL BEING SHOWN
ON RAW THEN?".
That said, we get to see the 6 remaining Divas
tackle an OBSTACLE COURSE. You know,if they wanted to be truly legit about it, one of the things they could
have feverishly avoided out there would be a pantsless John Laurinaitis. They'll face that one soon enough. But
hey, a 'slip and slide' is cool, too. In fact, the next time they're on it, it'll be sliding out the office door of Titan
Tower with their releases clenched in their teeth when Creative has nothing for them. True story.
Backstage, Regal is looking for the Leprechaun,
but runs into two other completely WWE ignorance-induced stereotypes from the British Isles, The Highlanders! And since
they're all evil and stuff now they're wearing BLACK kilts. I suggest they might regret wearing those because black
shows all kind of stains, so they'll no doubt have to curtail their secret sheep lovemaking, lest they be unfortunately discovered.
Ah, I kid The Highlanders.
Rory then cuts a pretty good promo about
wanting their shot at the World Tag Team Titles. Regal should have answered though "Holy shit? We have Tag team Titles?".
You know, before HHH steps out of the shadows and reassures him they do, before pinning the Highlanders simultaneously on
principle and reminding them if they do win the titles, they can expect more of this. A LOT MORE. Of course,
that's just me.
Hardcore Holly battled Cody Rhodes next. Apparently these two are going to eventually form some kind of tag team. Which makes
sense if you think about it. I mean, Cody's last name is Rhodes, and Bob Holly used to be a race car driver and tore
up the ROADS~! Coincidence? I think so. So, ya, hats off to this tandem. Hopefully, Cody can at least acquire some sort of
mastery of a low impact hold no one on earth bar maybe Jim Brunzell cares about, and then claim to be the "Best in the
business" at it. That'd be my goal.
Oh ya, that said, The Rookie Monster obliterates
Cody again, catching the youngster in the corner with the Alabama Slam to get the win. WWE Thinks about the Future. Clearly. A
future where new people can be brought up and subsequently pinned by guys who've somehow avoided being fired for 15 years
straight. But a future nonetheless.
Beth Phoenix Promo. She's a Glamazon, you know.
Hey, turns out that's not a real place either. And too bad. I had dreams of rowing a boat down the Glamazon river
with a big stick, trying to fend off the harsh environment, piranhas and tall muscle-bound good looking women. I guess
I'll have to settle for this "Denial" I've heard so much about.
Beth bullies Lillian into announcing her as the
*new* Women's Champion, but Lillian defiantly states "if in fact you can defeat Candice" or some such. OH NO SHE DIN'NT. Beth
then grabs Lillian by the neck and wonders how she'll be able to sing with a CRUSHED THROAT. Umm, better? I don't know.
Candice however bounces out (and boy does she) and makes the save. THE MUSIC WILL LIVE ON. YES. Spanish love ballads for everyone.
Lillian still looks sad, though. Ahhh. Why the long face? Haha.
Save_us 227! Our only hope to preserve the sanctity
of WWE is to bring in the comedy stylings of Jackée~! Oh, it's 222. My mistake. This week, we get some new gibberish
codes that people will no doubt read too much into. People like me. Ahem. But I'll be damned if this isn't the most interesting concept
they've done in YEARS. This week's codes seem to read 8-2-11, which people have deciphered as "HBK"
in numerology. Coupled with the word SAVIOR. Which is totally like Jesus Christ (you know, the other King
of Kings?). IS HBK RETURNING AT NO MERCY? AND IS JESUS COMING WITH HIM? AND CAN HBK CONVINCE JC TO LAY HANDS ON HIS SCALP
AND GIVE THE LAZARUS TREATMENT TO HIS TRAGIC HAIRLINE? AND WHY AM I TALKING SO LOUD?
We go backstage to watch Triple
H drink some Evian. The sad thing is, this probably still scored a higher rating than anything on TNA. "Um, ok, we
could watch HHH drink a bottle of water while awkwardly staring into the camera doing nothing... Or, we could watch 15 dudes
pretend it's really hard to slide into a ring in a reverse Battle Royal. But, hey, that water does look kind of refreshing.
I think I'll stick with this..."
Triple H versus Dad is next. He's got "two
words" for Vince: "Still Married". Haha.
Vince pulls out his Trump Card in Carlito, your
special Referee, whom by the way is not wearing pants with his Referee's jersey. You'd think being an official would
be a pants wearing occasion, but I guess not. Long story short, Carlito tries to screw HHH out of a win by hitting a backstabber
as The Game attempted a Pedigree on Vince, and then gave him a fast count, but HHH still kicked out. It'll take more
than that and 50 tag teams to get the job done, Carlito. You should know better. Carlito then DQ's HHH for shoving him.
Ok, then. Here's my question. Who cares about being DQ'd? If you *really* hate a dude, why would you care about rules
infractions? "OH NO. NOT THE SHORT END OF THE PURSE MONEY~!"
Umaga then comes out next, and HHH and Umaga
give us a preview of No Mercy. Ok, that's a lie. If it was really a preview of No Mercy, HHH would have kicked out
of the Samoan Spike then pinned him cleanly after a Pedigree. You'll have to wait for the PPV for that, silly.
Oh ya, Umaga destroys The Game because this is
not an actual match where jobs count.
Marella at the Movies~! Santino comes out with
the Roeper to his Ebert, Maria. And well, in honor of Ebert, normally I'd give Maria two thumbs up, but well, my hands
are kind of occupied at the moment if you catch my drift. (I'M MASTURBATING TO HER~!).
Santino gives his review of the number one Action
DVD in America starring hairless ex-wrestlers fighting on an Island with escaped prisoners for freedom. Santino interjects
himself into the movie and declares that after watching Steve's acting "we truly are the condemned". I think I love Santino.
Just then,the man who is known for his trademarked bald head interrupts! And by that, I mean an allegedly large penis,
Val Venis! Val comes (cums?) to the ring, and my favorite part of the scenario is that he's wearing a t-shirt
tucked into his towel. He's like that dude who flashes his genitals at neighborhood children while standing at his front door.
Or Joe Merrick. Val says he'd like to see Maria starring in some Adult features with him, and well, I tend to agree with this
sentiment. Val then compares Santino's "lovemaking" to another movie: "super bad". I myself, would compare this show's writing
more to that title; but hey, Val is entitled to his opinion. Santino then snaps and attacks Val's leg and seemingly injures
it. Oh no, how will he lose all his matches now?!!!! Ahem. Santino then leaves with his-ah Maria, and I laugh to myself
that Val's fucking Towel managed to stay on the WHOLE TIME. Man, he's like the Super Calo of genital covering Bathwear.
Backstage, Tard Grisham is standing by with the
WWE Champion, John Cena. John Cena talks about how "they" think he sucks and is played out and will lose
this Sunday. But he will show them. They? Maybe these are the same "they" who called
Vader, Vader? After all, he was "the man they call Vader". We just never found out who THEY
were. Just like Cena never addressed who They are either. They sound like a bunch of assholes
to me. Wait. What do you mean I'm one of the "they"? Oh, that clever bastard.
We get a flash(HIYO)back to last week where Hornswoggle
caught Melina in the shower. Which of course HORRIFIED Melina.Unlike the cameraman standing right in front of her filming
her nude body the whole time. I really need to apply for a job as a cameraman in the WWE. Sure, I'd have to never see
friends and family again because I'd no longer exist or be remotely visible, but I think I'd get used to it. And not just
because I'm almost virtually like that to them already. Not even.
Melina wrestled Mickie James next. Hornswoggle
got involved and cost Melina the match by distracting her. He then chased her under the ring and apparently stripped her naked
of her ring gear. Hey, why is it "hilarious" when Hornswoggle strips a woman of her clothes after tenaciously chasing
her, but when I do it, I'm a MONSTER? Maybe if I had a dirty face and green bowler they'd appreciate it more. And not call
the Police. Maybe.
After the break, Regal catches up to Hornswoggle
who has Melina's gear. Steve-O of Jackass fame comes in next and encourages Horny to violently kick himself in the head,
Wee-man style. Something makes me think Steve-O might not be guest starring on Little People, Big World anytime soon. Call
me crazy. Steve-O then plugs his new show Dr. Steve-O, and says he basically needs a pussy to make over and he's
going to go look for him right now. Umm, Kevin Nash works for the other company, Steve-O...
Hard-sell for No Mercy~! And I don't know if
it's the fact that I just smoked a big fat bowl, but I'll be damned if I didn't just see a fucking huge dove fly out
of my TV. I'm so terrified right now it's not even funny.
Backstage, Dr. Steve-O catches up with Ron Simmons
and tries to say he'll make him over. Simmons then throws Steve-O out of the arena and earns his paycheck. For once, I'd have
marked out if he looked at the camera and said "Fuck this. I'm not saying it. Go screw yourselves. I'm a human being,
damn it!, err, darn it! I'm more than a one-syllable catchphrase! I was the first black World Champion in Wrestling history!"..and
then WWE can just dub in "DAMN!" anyway over his promo and he can break down in tears. It'd be great
TV. For someone. Somewhere. Probably.
Mr. Cena Jr. vs. Mr. Kennedy, Kennedy was next.
No explanation was given for his absence. But I must say, he was looking WELL. WELLNESS
definitely surrounds this guy. I'm so happy for him.
Kennedy does his intro and states that he "doesn't
like Cena". Hey, who knew Ken Kennedy was a member of the IWC? Anyway, not a bad little match here. Ultimately won
by Cena, cleanly, with the STFU. Or as its re-named for this one night "FU Mr. Kennedy for lying about steroids and blowing
your complete 6 month story arc and Title run leading into Wrestlemania as Mr. McMahon's actual bastard son". Of course, that'd
be called the "FUMKFLASABYCSMSAATRLIWMAMMABS" and well, once you go over like 20 letters, acronyms seem to sound
pretty fucking silly. So I think we'll stick with STFU, after all.
But HOLD ON ONE SECOND, MISTER (not Kennedy or
Cena). Here's Randy Orton, who apparently made the fastest commute from Chicago ever~! Maybe he rode that giant demon Dove
to get the arena? Maybe? Orton then attacks Cena, and lays him out with a shot with the metal steps and an RKO onto the announce
table. He then counts to ten to prove that he can in fact win the WWE Title this Sunday, and also to prove that he's capable
of actually counting that high. And why not? Randy Orton always "starts what he finishes". Just ask him.
Not a great RAW, in my opinion. But it had its moments. At this point, any joy I had about Triple H "freshening up the RAW
Main Event" has died under the weight of Cade, Murdoch, London, Kendrick and Carlito's corpses. And Cena is, well, Cena. He's
like having the same breakfast forever. Sure Bacon & Eggs are great sometimes, but sometimes you just want
some pancakes that actually do fucking jobs. Wait. That didn't come out right....
However, I did think the closing show attack on Cena by
Orton was well done. And I was surprised to see Orton actually in Cleveland, as I had read that he was still on his honeymoon.
But on second thought, maybe Mrs. Orton figured out that a PROLONGED STAY IN A HOTEL isn't exactly the best idea when it comes
to young Randall, and thus she let him get his ass back to work early. Can't say I blame her.
-THIS JUST IN. Apparently, Cena has possibly
legit injured himself. Perhaps it was the strain of having to carry this company on his back for the last year? But hey, I
hope this is not the case. I actually respect Cena a lot. Loyally. And while hustling. Him going down with an injury right
now means that HHH will take his place and get double the screen time. Trips is like that dude on Heroes who absorbs powers,
only its fucking pushes instead. DON'T LET IT END THIS WAY. Quick, someone get Super Cena closer to the yellow sun
of the Earth~! It's our only hope to stave off the inevitable.
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