WWE
SUMMER SLAM
2009 RANT
(08/23/09)
BY ANTHONY DEAN
Welcome to
SummerSlam 2009, or as oblivious celebrity guest
hosts and uncreative internet smarks know it,
Summerfest, or as more than a few TWF fans know it,
the one-year anniversary of my last good column!
Just kidding, I never wrote a good column. AND I
NEVER WILL. Sean says he's enjoying deleting your
whiny emails, by the way.
We start off with
Triple H and Shawn Michaels watching the Summerslam
card rundown and making admittedly awesome shadow
puppets. The Abe Lincoln one was downright
incredible. They then mock Legacy in hiiiiLARIOUS
fashion before doing a skit where they broke the
machine showing us the Summerslam promo. DX video
package follows before Hunter and Michaels give us a
weee're baaaack and the voiceover guy welcomes us to
SummerSlam. BROUGHT TO YOU BY SEVEN-ELEVEN. Maybe
it's just because where I live people own th eir
houses and stamps are only used for mailing but I
didn't know 7-11 was even still around. Leave it to
WWE to, um, not appeal to anybody? Anyway jerking
the curtain tonight is a bout for that old rustplate
the Intercontinental Championship.
Intercontinental Champion Rey Mysterio vs Dolph
Ziggler
Rey is out in an abrasive
purple and gold ensemble. As this gem on Xzibit's
twitter so eloquently puts it, "purple and gold more
like whack and old, ha ha." DRIVE WHILE YOU DRIVE,
HYUCK HYUCK. Hey, I really want to like Dolph
Ziggler but I mean, I'm from Tennessee, and a bleach
blond mullet just hits a little too close to home
for me. I can't cheer for the guy whose dogs are
always giving birth and dying under my house.
Nevertheless, Ziggler starts off dominating with
power moves but a backbody drop attempt sees Rey
land on his feet on top of a turnbuckle and he comes
off with a beautiful moonsault to bring Dolph down
for two. He soon exits the ring but Rey comes flying
off the apron with a hurricarana that sends Dolph
into the cameraman. I mean it was like a shitty
horror movie, Diary of the Dead Blair Witch of
Cloverfield level of ridiculousness, it shakily fell
and went sideways and everything. Back inside Dolph
soon takes over with a chinlock, and a Rey power-out
attempt is prevented by a sideslam and the fact that
he's Rey Mysterio. A standing elbow drop from
Ziggler is accompanied by unnecessary animal wailing
as JR laments Ziggler's "obnoxiousism."
Rey
droptoeholds Dolph into a turnbuckle but Ziggler
catches a charging Rey with a fierce clothesline for
two. FIERCE, BRAH. Gutbuster scores two more. During
a bodyscissors from Dolph, Cole informs us that Rey
tattooed a fan letter on the side of his body and
let me go ahead and repeat that, a WRESTLING FAN
sent Rey Mysterio a letter, and so he had it
PERMANENTLY TATTOOOED ONTO HIS BODY. Beautiful shit,
or maybe just really, really egotistical. Whichever.
They go back and forth with Mysterio picking up nea
rfalls like they were . Over half of Rey's moves are
just elaborate pinning attempts. Dolph gets two
falls for every one of Rey's, however, looking for a
pinfall after just about every shit move he does. I
swear to God this match is like all nearfalls it's
not even, wait here we go, no, no Rey just spent
about literally fifteen seconds climbing all over
Ziggler's body, only to, you guessed it, ROLL HIM UP
FOR A PIN ATTEMPT. Rey eventually hits the 619 but
Ziggler counters the springboard splash with, yeah,
a rollup. This surprisingly only gets two, and the
finish sees Dolph looking for his elevated gutbuster
from the top, but Rey countered with a hurricarana
that sent Dolph to the mat and finally picked up the
three.
Winner and STILL Intercontinental
Champion : Rey Mysterio
Pretty okay match.
Finish was kind of weak and Ziggler didn't look as
impressive as he did in their first match, but I
suppose they figured he got enough offense when he
controlled Rey with his power moves. JUST LIKE EVERY
OTHER REY MYSTERIO OPPONENT EVER. I was really
expecting him to win it here, but next month is good
too, I guess.
In the back, Swagger talks
himself up to Josh Matthews as MVP smirks on before
Jack hilariously just comes out of nowhere busting
on P, bringing up the fact that he's an ex-con for
like no reason whatsoever. P takes over on "angry
black man" mode, saying he wished he had the rich
grandparents and the dad to play catch with growing
up, but he di'int, and so he made mistakes. He goes
on to say that when Swagger won an NCAA match his
prize was a trophy, but when P won a prison fight,
his prize was, and I swear to God he said this, "The
right to live another day!" He continues being
ridiclous and says Swagger is about to be taken to
school, but it ain't gonna be a teacher that teaches
him...it's gonna be an MVP~!
"BONUS" MATCH!
Swagger is out first wearing a big toothy grin and
making ape-like gestures. I fucking love Jack
Swagger, fuck you. He shouts inaudibly at fans until
MVP enters, also making ape-like gestures, or miming
shooting a basketball. Whichever. Cole talks up MVP
as being one of the "good ones" by saying, yeah he's
been in jail for ten years, but now he works with
youth groups in Miami and reads, even!
Jack Swagger vs MVP
MVP outwrestles Swagger early on so he takes a
breather on the outside, only for MVP to leap out
onto him and bring him back into the ring. Tornado
DDT attempt is reversed by Swagger. He slams P into
the corner before Irish whipping him front-first and
clotheslining his back. P with a back elbow on the
third one of these but Swagger craftily catches him
up in an abdominal stretch, following up with a
camel clutch soon after. Jack has some gums, man,
it's like they're taking over his teeth. Electric
chair dr op ends the clutch and P lands a series of
punches that finally puts Jack down. He is up soon
after but another knockout blow lays him out for the
Ballin' elbow drop. Playmaker is countered and
Swaggerton goes for the turnbuckle-assisted splash
but P gets the knees up and hits the drive-by. You
know, if you're trying to convince people your
gangbanging life is behind you, maybe you shouldn't
call one of your signature moves the drive by. I
don't know if he's trying to "take back" the term or
make it positiv e or what but people may associate
him with its pre-existing negative connotation is
all I'm trying to say. Anyway, MVP drops him with
the Playmaker for the win.
Winner but STILL
ineligible to vote : MVP
OH MY GOD LUKE PERRY
IS IN ATTENDANCE! LUKE PERRY IS HERE!
Recap
of Raw's string of shitty guest hosts and Orton
going COMPLETELY MAD. I have never seen a wrestler
strike an official who made a decision that was not
to said wrestler's liking. Not ever. Up next we get
Nancy O'Donnell or some, host of Access Hollywood,
also known as the show that you sometimes catch the
end of right before the Simpsons come on. I think
that's what it is anyway, I don't even know and I
watch tv constantly, that's how far off the radar
these people are. Jesus tits she has a grating voi
ce I cannot believe a primary function of her
occupation is talking. She's in the ring with Freddy
Prinze Jr, big big Scooby Doo star and former Raw GM
and creative writer who says he'll be back to take
Orton out when he least expects it. I guess that's
good news, because Orton would most expect it on a
Monday night, so it won't be then, so that means I
won't have to fucking watch it.
Weeeeeeeell BREAKDAWALLSDOWWWWWN. Jericho's
portion of this really terrible theme is different
as it's more screamo than before, and they cut out
most of Big Show's theme alltogether. I don't know,
it's an improvement. Jericho calls celebrities
hypocrites, just like every one of us, without
giving any sort of reason or, anything as to why.
He's like a dumbed-down Raven at this point. I like
how Jericho always says "I am the best in the world
at what I do...and also this man is big." Jericho
talks forever be fore passing the mic over to Show
who says he wants to get something off his chest.
Probably about seventy-eighty pounds of something. I
guess he's tired of not seeing his dick. We'll never
know what that something was, though, as Cryme Tyme
enters to interrupt him. I have a good laugh here as
I'm reminded of just how true the wrestling fan
stereotype is because as soon as their music hit the
chat filled up with phrases like "Crime Time are
dumb ******s" on the stream I'm watching. THAT'S
RIGHT, STREAM. DO SOMETHING VINCE. DO SOMETHING. I
don't give a shit for I am a beast and on the
internet.
Chris Jericho & Big Show vs Cryme
Tyme
JTG and Jericho go back and forth
early with JTG getting the best of Jericho in
several exchanges before Jericho takes over on
stomping heel duty, missing a Walls attempt but
tagging in Big Show. "JTG is trying to turn
Hollywood into Holly-HOOD." No, he isn't. We are
then told that Big Show's fingers are just a little
smaller than coke cans. No, they aren't. Big Show
bores the fuck out of everybody on Earth with a side
headlock and slaps in the corner. JTG blocks a
corner charge before executing a cool-ass ninja roll
across the ring to tag in his partner who just
dominates Big Show and pancake presses an
interfering Jericho. And now, get this, Big Show
hitting somebody is akin to an 18-wheeler roaring
down the highway, and hitting somebody. I mean come
on, okay, he's a big guy, we can see that without
all of the impossible lies. Jericho back in to fare
well against Shad, elbowing JTG off the apron to
allow Show to get in some cheap shots on JTG as the
ref voiced his concern. THE GIANT tagged in now for
a... f ull nelson. What the. I would love Big Show
if he got in there and was just all fast-paced
charging at the guy and throwing him and, like
Festus used to be pretty much, like a rabid big-ass
Bruiser Brody, not this series of restholds shit.
Tag back to Jericho to a huge Y2J chant, because
this is the west coast, ******s. We here at TWF are
sensitive to race and like to maintain a pleasant
and equal opportunity atmosphere. Anyway Shad runs
away from Jericho as if he were fatherly
responsibilities and JTG is a government subsidized
house on fire from here, getting in shots on
e'rbody. He pins Jericho until Big Show decides to
stop being useless and breaks it up. Show gets
clotheslined out by Shad and JTG rolls up Jericho
for a very nearfall. If that wasn't it, there's not
going to be an it. Sure enough, Jericho traps JTG up
in the Walls of Himself for a while, but JTG doesn't
tap, straining to reach the ropes and, and he does?!
Maybe there's hope for Cryme Tyme yet maybe they'll
finally capture those titles and maybe oh wait what
no Big Show waddles by with a knockout punch from
the outside and Jericho picks up the three.
Winners and STILL Unified Tag Team Champions : Chris
Jericho & Big Show
Breaking Point is advertised as "Every MAIN EVENT
match will end in submission." Because only main
eventers know how to do crazy shit like that. "Stop
fucking wrestling, Regal! Stomps! STOMPS!" We go to
the back with Josh talking to Punk who has a movie
script that somebody apparently wrote about Jeff
Hardy's life that I guess he found. If there was
ever a movie that didn't need to be made, it's
Click. I mean yeah, the story of Jeff Hardy's life
would probably be pretty bad, but I mean did you SEE
Click? An hour thirty of Adam Sandler not being
funny. If I had the remote from Click, I'd go back
to when I had the option of watching Click, and
choose to shoot myself instead. And that's my
impression of an unclever movie reviewer. SUMMERFEST.
Anyway Punk says the Jeff Hardy script ends with
Hardy winning at Summerslam, making the story fake
and phony like everyone else in this city, nay,
country. He lashes out at people idolizing false
idols, and the mention of Twilight vampires get a
big pop. Pretty good promo, I'm interested to see
how they follow this good segment up.
Oh God,
it's Kane.
Kane vs The Great Khali w/Ranjin Singh
At risk of sounding like you know a huge faggot I
was on wwe.com the other day, turns out, Khali and
Ranjin Singh are now brothers. Oh wait, the
announcers just revealed this now as they replayed
Kane kidnapping Singh, so I didn't have to humiliate
myself in admitting I go to wwe.com after all. I
swear I just go for the Smackdown results, though.
Fuck you Ian Sparke, what does an admittedly
impressive and mildly enchanting narrative with a
half-assed every OTHER line rhyme scheme tell me?
Very little outsid e of the basic win/loss stuff,
that is what! The people want BLOW BY BLOWS. Anyway,
speaking of which, yeah, Kane and Khali have been
doing that thing they call wrestling for a little
bit here with Khali trying to look fast-paced and
aggressive with kicks and stuff. I know I said just
last match that this would be an entertaining
technique for a big guy to use, but I wonder why
anybody ever fucking listens to me. I mean what the
fuck do I know, shit. Anyway, Khali mercifully slows
down, at least lowering th e total number of failed
moves we have to see him try to do, if nothing else,
and they end up with Khali leaning against the ropes
and Kane standing toward the middle of the ring,
holding eachother's arms and pulling them back and
forth weakly and awkwardly, I guess trying to whip
eachother? It goes on for far too long for me to
comfortably stomach them being obscenely paid for
this, I mean this is a fucking disaster.
Kane signals for the chokeslam which is just never
going to happen here, and would you believe it
doesn't? Why doesn't anybody ever listen to me?
Khali grabs Kane for the double chokeslam but that
fails too. Khali elbow and a pin attempt that didn't
look terrible. When a guy's high spot is that he can
drop an elbow and stay still on top of a guy for two
seconds without it looking abhorrent, you know
something's wrong. From here they, well you don't
care. Kane eventually goes up top and hits a flying
punch t o bring Khali down, except Kane lands, rolls
across the ring and is already working on standing
up before Khali manages to fall. Holy shit. Two
count and Kane wrenches a body scissors and sleeper.
Khali lies down on the mat completely asleep before
springing back up and violently shaking his body to
escape. I swear to God it's like a really big and
partially retarded Bizarro Shawn Michaels trying to
emulate the real HBK, in which case Kane is in
trouble because Bizarros are both stronger and NOT
ALLERGIC TO KRYPTONITE. Going down this nerd path,
Arkham Asylum looks pretty boss, for the most part,
but did you see the list of villains? I mean
Prometheus? Bane, really? How hard's that boss
battle going to be? HINT : Press X next to his
feeding tube. And Great White fucking Shark? Was the
world just calling for a Great White Shark
character? He is quite literally the prison bitch of
Batman villains. Still though, should be fairly
boss. And THAT'S my impression of a Batman and video
game AND wrestling nerd. As if such an embarrassing
triple threat existed. Ridiculous. Anyway, Singh
gets grabbed from the outside by a downed Kane and
dragged into the ring. Kane then puts him in a
chokehold and backs up, holding him out in front of
him as Khali stares on blankly. Kane then shoves him
aside and hits a running DDT on Khali for the
pinfall in an awkward sequence that I'm going to go
ahead and guess was horribly, horribly botched.
Winner : KANE
Please God let that be the end
of it all. Singh explains what happened to Bizarro
Shawn after the match as he looks on kind of
sideways with a dull, incomprehending expression.
They show a slew of celebrities sitting ringside,
the only one I've heard of being Slash, the only one
that is relevant being nobody. DX is next. Are you
ready? No? Well that's cool I mean you got like
seven or eight minutes as they recap "Degenration-X's
horrific return." AM Raw's Charter cable description
of the event, not mine, bu t I can't say I disagree.
It's pretty telling that there's a distinct
difference in the entertainment level of the clips
from the original DX and the reformed 2006 DX.
MANURE BATH! It's more like a shower, dipfuck. This
screeching fucking I don't even know what instrument
plays during grainy clips of Legacy beating down DX
and now we are off to the entrances.
The
arena goes dark and we get an "Are you ready?" Pyro
rains down to a slowed-down version of the beginning
of their theme and an army jeep pulls up as a convy
of soldiers wielding M-16's unload. The spitting
image of anti-establishment, the US fucking Army.
The soldiers start firing at the sky and then charge
up the ramp. Oh okay, so I guess these are AWOL
soldiers. Wait, so is this Orton/Legacy's entrance,
then? A tank then pulls out from gorilla with Hunter
and Michaels on top of it doing crotch chops. AHAHA
Triple H is sitting in a suggestive position atop
the tank's large cylindrical cannon and pointing at
it! I'm getting the urge to suck a barrel this is so
gay. They hop off and dance around and get in
the ring and do the, the smoke thing. I don't know,
I'm trying to be positive about this but I mean this
is, well they're just dressing up a match we've seen
ad nauseum over the past few months on Raw by adding
green lights and a tank and including Shawn Michaels
so he can catch the brunt of the at tack and Trips
can make the pinfall in tremendous fashion. ARE YOU
REAAAADAAAY? Trips tells Cody and Ted they've got a
war before telling everybody to get ready to suck
it. Oh God. Please let this be a one-battle war,
like Ronald Reagan vs The Berlin Wall, or The
Hundred Year War, or Los Angeles vs ******s. Legacy
enters next to considerably less fanfare. They don't
even have a tank.
Legacy vs Degeneration X
I would have
liked to personally witness the shooting of Legacy's
entrance video, I think, just three mostly-naked
guys awkwardly hunched over in a dark room smiling
creepily as a roving spotlight casts onto them. The
thing of a younger MVP's nightmares, to be sure
sure. What cool, cool guys. Anyway, Triple H locks
up with Dibiase to start and they take turns
pummeling eachother in the corner before GAME takes
over as he is wont to do in any match he's ever in
ever. Dibiase stops a backbody drop with a kick
before tagging in Rhodes who gets knee'd right the
fuck down. He stands to find himself between
Michaels on the apron and Trips in front of him. He
then smiles like an asshole as he slowly turns and
slaps HBK across the face. Trips consults Michaels
before tagging him in and they go through a nice
whip-reversal sequence that culminates in Shawn
whiffing on a punch and Cody hitting one of his own
to win the exhange. Michaels looks as embarrassed as
a virgin covered in horse cum before tackling Rhodes
to the mat and laying into him before getting back
his feet and drilling him with a, erm, well, it was
a slap. We're like three-four minutes in and there
haven't even been any wrestling moves yet.
Superkick attempt sends Rhodes running, so Hunter
rolls him back in, but he just exists on the other
side of the ring again to consult with Ted before
re-entering. An HBK headlock is countered into a
back suplex by Rhodes and Dibiase gets the tag. He
gets all chopped up in the corner. Chopped up to
bits. And then Michaels has sex with the bits.
Unwanted thoughts syndrome, my bad. Rhodes soon gets
tagged back in and he controls Michaels, getting him
down with a scoop slam and landing a forearm drop to
the he ad before rubbing HBK's face out with his
shoe. Triple H looks on furiously, as if this has
never happened during a DX match before. Dibiase
back in with a side headlock but he gets his neck
broken and both guys crawl to tag in their partners
with Triple H getting it in time to stop Dibiase
from tagging in the Code man. Cody however lands a
kick to the back of Trips who was running the ropes,
opening it up for Dibiase to launch Trips into a
corner, but Hunter makes up for this bit of
graciously allowed offe nse by murdering Dibiase
with multiple Spinebusters before going for the
Pedigree that Cody breaks up. Trips sends Cody out
and backbody drops Michaels over the top rope and
out onto Cody, seguing into DX posturing. Trips then
turns and charges Dibiase who hits a lowblow as the
ref was preoccupied with the guys recovering on the
outside, and it's all Legacy from here.
Quick tags back and forth allow for plenty of cheap
shots as they lay into Trips in their corner of
despair. Dibiase then decides to say fuck this
formula for no reason because, after all, he knows
best, and he proceeds to lock in a headlock in the
middle of the ring. Almost-tag made to Michaels
before Dibiase grounds Hunter again, keeping the
hold locked in and seeking no further means of
offense, as if today is the day that the match ends
with a headlock. Trips then just slams his way out
of it but Rhodes is tagged in to plant Trips with a
DDT. ANOTHER HEADLOCK. Orton has taught them well.
What he taught them was absolute shit, but he
definitely taught it well. Trips eventually powers
out of this hold by throwing Rhodes over his head
with a belly to belly suplex and Dibiase gets tagged
just in time to knock Michaels off the apron and
dominate Trips some more. They rock eachother with
punches until H throws Ted Jr from the ring and
Trips collapses, crawling slow as shit over to
Michaels who gets tagged just as Rhodes does.
Shawn hits all of his signature spots but
Dibiase interferes to put Michaels down just as he
was going for the kip up. Triple H takes care of
this by throwing him from the ring and disposing him
out into the crowd. MEANWHILE, IN THE RING, Cody
tries for a flying elbow but Michaels dodges and
goes to show him how it's done, but Rhodes crotches
him up top and initiates a three-story boxing match.
Rhodes of course gets knocked down and Michaels
flies with the elbow but Rhodes catches him with his
knees and get s a two count on HBK. Cross Roads
attempt is blocked and Michales locks in the Figure
Four but Dibiase is finally back to break it up.
Trips is in to Pedigree him back out but Cody stops
that shit and plants Trips with a Side Effect. Sweet
Chin Music is caught by Rhodes and Dibiase drills
Michaels with Dream Street and Triple H breaks it up
just in time. Pedigree finally connects on Rhodes
but Dibiase lands the Dream Street on Michaels, so
Triple H tackles himself and Ted out of the ring.
Still in the ring, Cody and Shawn, the legal guys,
are down for a double count until they both stagger
up at nine, only for Michaels to hit Rhodes with a
superkick pretty much as they were leaning on
eachother. Michaels collapses on top of him to score
the win.
Winner : DX
Great tag team
match, awesome even. I had severely low expectations
for this match, especially after Legacy jumped DX on
Raw, as if someone had said "There! THERE'S their
offense! Now it won't look so bad when they get
fucking obliterated at Summerfest!" But Cody Rhodes
and Ted Dibiase looked like a huge threat, what with
the two biggest untouchable unpinnable motherfuckers
on the roster barely being able to beat them, and it
was definitely worked like a legitimate tag team
match and was very well-paced for such a long match
- each guy only hit his finisher exactly one time.
For the first time since they were Priceless, Legacy
really did look like maybe they are the future of
wrestling, kind of like how John Cena and Randy
Orton would look when you saw them in the ring
together once in a while cross paths before they
both blew up. I don't know, just a really good match
that really helped elevate two new guys on top of it
all. Thumbs up, chops down.
Wrestlemania
video package now before Christian makes his
entrance to an impressive pop. William Regal is out
next, accompanied on either side by professional big
motherfuckers Vladimir Kozlov and Ezekiel Jackson.
So what are they like a stable now or? THE
FOREIGNERS. If African-American was American then
there wouldn't be a hyphen in it. Regal is touted as
the evil mastermind but I'm not quite sure why that
is, I mean, what's he really done that was
intelligent? Tell the two biggest guys he could find
to a ttack Christian? BRILLIANT.
ECW Champion Christian vs William Regal
The bell rings as Regal turns to take off his big
purple robe, so Christian says hey, fuck it, and
plants his ass with the Killswitch for the win.
Winner and STILL ECW Champion : Christian
Didn't they do this to the ECW title just last
Summerslam? And at the Wrestlemania just before
that? And all the time? Anyway, the big scary
monsterfuckers get in the ring and hit Christian
with their very similar finishers as Kozlov gives a
hilarious zombie beast roar. Regal then locks in the
Regal stretch before the trio makes their way back
up the ramp and poses, looking mildly badass if
Regal wasn't hunched over clutching his back like he
just caught a severe ass beating. Video of wrestlers
signing auto graphs and shit now and Matt Hardy
looks like a hick piece of North Carolina shit in
street clothes. I mean the guy wore a baseball cap.
Yeah Cena and MVP did too but they don't have what
could be construed as a mullet with one on and they
dahn't tahk lahk e'ry vahl is a lahng "a." Raw's
piece of shit main event is next. Wow, did Orton
really win his first world title five years ago? I
feel old.
WWE Champion Randy Orton vs John
Cena
Have you ever seen an Orton-Cena match
before? Yeah, it was exactly like that. Also at one
point it looked like Cena was sucking Orton's dick,
and not just a little bit either. But we're going to
fast forward a bit toward the "we couldn't decide on
a bullshit finish so we decided to give you all of
them" part of the match. First, what Orton thought
he'd do was, he thought he'd pretend he was a
deaf-mute. And punch the referee. He exits the ring
and grabs his title before the ref even DQ'd him,
which he did. Lillian announces Orton as the new
champion and all is well for Randall, if not
slightly confused by a possibly inebriated Lillian.
Hey, it's her last night. Fuck it. However, Lillian
then gets WORD from Mr. McMahon who says that the
match is restarting, and if Orton gets disqualified
again, he will lose his title. So, fast forward,
Orton gets himself counted out. Again, same thing,
get your ass back in the ring. So he does, and they
go back and forth for a minute, and Orton rolls Cena
up and gets both of his feet on the top rope for
leverage, scoring the win. NOW, though, another ref
comes out and is like "Um, fuck you" and we get a
third restart and this shit is dragging. This time
Cena gets Orton in the STFU right away, and Orton
almost makes the ropes, but Cena pulls him back and
it looks as if all is lost, only for an unidentified
stranger from the crowd, clearly Rob Conway, to
enter the ring and tackle the ref before Orton could
tap. They film security taking the mystery assailant
away. Anyway, Orton h auls ass out the ring to
recover and the ref is like "Fuck it, keep it moving
there, guy" and Cena says "Keepin' it movin' there,
bawss" and leans out over the top rope to leer down
at Orton, only for Orton to RKO him from the floor,
guillotining Cena on the top rope. THE VIPER then
leaps in the ring and STRIKES with an RKO for the
retention.
Winner and STILL WWE Champion :
Randy Orton
Yep. All we needed here was for
Cena to fall unconscious onto an also unconscious
Orton to pin him, but not have it count because
"both men's shoulders were down!" and for Earl
Hebner to return without anyone's permission and
order the bell to ring for no reason before running
off alone and leaving everyone confused and it would
be like every possible bullshit finish you could
imagine. OTHER THAN ALL THAT, okay match, nothing
great. Let's go off to the back now with Eve to get
some TLC, and then after that we can watch the
Tables Ladders and Chairs Match. Lol.
Punk is
out first looking all ecstatic and smiley. Talk
about a fucking methhead. Jeff Hardy is out next
with paint clearly visible on his face. Come on
Jeff, I know it's probably your last match, and
you've never taken the wellness policy seriously
before, but do you have to be so blatant about it?
Seriously though, Charley Manson should sue for
gimmick infringement tonight, because that smeared
shit looks way too similar. Anything to get him away
from X-Pac's loser ass. THAT'S RIGHT I WATCH MEXICAN
WRESTL ING FUCK YOUR JAP SHIT.
World Heavyweight Champion Jeff
Hardy vs CM Punk, TLC
Important
strategic analysis from JR : If a man cannot climb a
ladder, then he cannot win the match. Thanks, Jim.
Punk starts off just absolutely destroying Hardy
until he is just stomping a limp puddle of black
clothes before tossing him from the ring as you can
almost hear Vince screaming "Enjoy trying to dig his
ass up from this burial, TNA!" Both guys go for the
win early but they thwart eachother's attempts, so
Hardy decides that they might just have to have an
actual match here tonight and so he goes for a
Poetry In Motion on Punk in the corner, but Punk
catches him and slams him onto the chair that he
just launched himself off with. Punk then just
repeatedly throws a ladder onto Jeff. He remains in
control as he disposes of Jeff from the ring before
connecting with a suicide dive. Hardy continues
being dead as Punk sets up a table on the outside
before trying to clamp a folding chair over Jeff's
neck, oldschool Kane style, but Hardy fights him
off. Punk goes to leap off the steel steps but Hardy
nails him with a chair before hitting a Poetry in
Motion on Punk against the barricade. Hardy takes
over and lays Punk out onto a table, climbs a
turnbuckle, and comes off with a frogsplash to put
himself through the table as Punk escaped the fleshy
projectile.
Punk quickly scales the ladder
from here but Hardy recovers and is ring there with
him, with Hardy managing to touch the title, but
Punk has himself wrapped around Hardy's legs, so
Jeff takes his ass out with a sunset flip powerbomb
off the ladder. The champion goes for his title as
JR claims he burns like a bakery, but Punk tips the
ladder and sends Hardy into a corner. Punk hits a
superplex that sees Hardy land directly onto a
ladder. Jesus. I guess that's why they gave Jeff
this one last title run - so h e'd absolutely kill
himself in this final match. Hardy recovers somewhat
and stops Punk's win with a Twist of Fate before
climbing a turnbuckle, looking like a broken down
piece of shit, and comes off to execute a perfect
Swanton directly onto Punk's knees. Somehow only
Hardy's back exploded and not Punk's knees and so
Hardy recovers in a corner but Punk hits the Pepsi
One high knee, but when he goes for the bulldog
Hardy back suplexes Punk out of the ring and through
the table Punk set up earlier. Irony or something.
I'm fucking tired. Jeff scales the ladder only for
Punk to hit a springboard clothesline halfway across
the ring to bring him down.
They fight on
the outside from here with Hardy just wailing on
Punk with a chair before being like "Nah I got shit
to do" and wanders off to go get a table. He opts to
decapitate an announcer table after setting up a
wooden one, hitting Punk with every item he takes
off of it. A tv monitor shot leaves Punk prone on
the table as Jeff Hardy gets his signature Fucking
Too Big To Do Fucking Anything The Fuck Ladder and
climbs to the very top of that wobbly piece of shit.
He flashes the Hardy gunz before falling off with a
huge Swanton that puts both men through the table
which explodes as if it were cardboard to a huge
roar from the crowd. PARAMEDICS! What. Where's Vince
McMahon to stop this shit? "Kurt Angle did amazing
things with a broken freaking neck now I want to see
somebody DIE in that ring!" Jizz stains on his suit.
Both guys are like "fuck your stretcher" and Punk
races into the ring as Jeff stumbles around outside
of it. Punk starts ascending the ladder as Hardy
trips over the bottom rope to fall in th e ring.
Punk climbs higher and Hardy is tripping balls and
swinging at ghosts here and before he knows it he
finds himself on top of the ladder directly across
from Punk, swatting at those ever-present invisible
bees. Punk knocks Hardy off with a hard shot and
reaches up to capture the title. He leaps down
clutching it and stands over Hardy as he is declared
the winner.
Winner and NEW World Heavyweight
Champion : CM Punk
He holds up the belt when
suddenly the gong dongs and the lights go out. When
they come back on Punk looks around, still holding
up the title and signaling for Taker to come get
some, when holy shit, where Jeff Hardy just was
between Punk's legs is now Taker and he stands up
and chokeslams his ass right the fuck down. The
lights go blue and Taker surveys Punk's body before
taking his leave up the ramp, throwing shit out of
his way as he exits. He pauses on the top of the
ramp to do the turn around and raise s an arm as
pyro shoots off and he takes his leave.
All
in all, definitely a good effort to make this the
"other Wrestlemania." Only one match I did not enjoy
watching, and even that was short and I got to talk
about Batman during it. A couple awesome matches
with DX and TLC and Orton-Cena introduced a new plot
device in the mystery person. An enemy of Cena? A
new proponent of Orton? We'll have to wait until the
next time we go to Wrestlezone to find out. We also
got to see what is probably Jeff Hardy's last big
match for a long time and got a huge return in The
Undertaker, and those alone make you forget that
there weren't any other title changes or real
surprises in the match results. And to top
everything off, no Divas match! All in all an
excellent show, definitely a step in the right
direction for making the Big Four worth something
again. Maybe not forty dollars plus tax, but
something. They're halfway there, anyway, but you
have to be looking forward to Survivor Series and
the Rumble after this. But Vince has enough
proverbial cocksuckers (not the Divas , I said
proverbial) so I'll wrap this up (not my cock, I'm a
man, but enjoy your numbness.) END SHOW.
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SATIRE: DISCONTINUED WWE XMAS PRODUCTS!
by Sean Carless
With Christmas just around the corner, what better way to spend your few remaining dollars (left over after the seemingly infinite line-up of fucking pay-per-views ) then on the following "quality WWE merchandise!" After all, if they don't move this stuff, and fast, stockholders just might get time to figure out what "plummeting domestic buyrates" means!... and well, I don't think they need to tell you what that means! (Seriously. They're not telling you. Everything is fine! Ahem.).