*** Sean Carless neglects to be with us this
evening, because he felt too uncomfortable...
Welcome to Wrestlemania! The Grand Daddy of Them
All! Wait. Them All? Man, that Wrestlemania really gets
around. What a whore.
Fun Fact: Wm 2, 13 and 22 are the only
Wrestlemanias to not be written in Roman Numerals. They
coincidentally also came from
Funner Fact: I’m not wearing pants. Ok, this
isn’t really that fun of a fact. In fact, the whole
situation pretty much has my guests horrified. But Screw
them! This shit is 4 hours long and I gots to be
comfortable.
Anyway, we open up the festivities, and for those
of us who may have forgotten what country we live in,
and just how beautiful it apparently is, here’s
Michelle Williams to open up things with a delightful
rendition of
Onto the show~!
Wrestlemania opening montage airs, and it actually features Randy Savage and Ultimate Warrior in various clips! Wow. Apparently Wrestlemania had moments other than HBK sliding to the ring on a pulley glide and Hulk Hogan and Andre in a fucking staring contest. Who knew?
Chris Masters & Carlito AKA
“Green Apples” Vs. (C) Well it's the Big Show & Kane:
World Tag team Championships of the umm, world on the
line!
This was an odd choice for opener, considering the potential sucktitude factor. My biggest intrigue here other than trying to figure out just why Kane & Big Show are even partners (although, I guess if you have skillets for hands like Big Show, a guy who can produce fire from his hands would come in handy to utilize them), is of course Big Show’s vaunted Bizarro Undertaker streak, that has seen Show lose every single Wrestlemania match he’s ever had. It's true. Big Show can't buy a win at Wrestlemania. Unfortunately, he can still buy groceries though, then cook them up with his SKILLET HANDS. Perhaps having hands akin to devices used to prepare large portions of food have contributed to Show's weight problems? Maybe.
Anyway, there seems to be a very strong Carlito contingent here tonight, as Kane & Show are hardly getting the big babyface reaction I expected. I mean, if you can't cheer a 7 foot demon who has on many occasions attempted to burn people alive, just whom can you cheer for?
In
any event, the champs dominate early, with Kane mowing
down both challengers on the floor with his top rope
clothesline of good intentions. Show then drags Carlito
back in by his pubic-like mane, but the tide turns when
Show is sent (typewriter-like) head first into an
exposed buckle. Masters and Carlito then hit a sloppy
flapjack, but then try to double suplex Show, but to no
avail. Weird. Cena can FU Show, but two dudes
can’t suplex him? (And Vince can overpower Cena
on RAW? Which of course makes Vince McMahon the
STRONGEST MAN IN THE UNIVERSE. PLUS, women love him too!
He’s awesome! And not just because he wrote it that
way!!). Anyway, Show of course counters the suplex into
a double one of his own, and makes the hot (HIYO) tag to
Kane who cleans house. And I mean, literally. He turns
Carlito upside down and uses his bountiful afro as a
swiffer. Ok, maybe not. Anyway, Kane then goes up
for another clothesline of good intentions (just ignore
the part where he lands on his feet first) but Masters
catches him, and gets the masterlock… but Show saves
Kane... to boos. THESE PEOPLE PAID TO SEE A FULL NELSON,
AND HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT WAY FROM THEM.
From there, Carlito gets his backbreaker on Kane, and Masters clips Show’s knee to send him out. Kane then recovers and grabs Carlito by the throat, but Masters goes up top and comes off to break the goozle with a sledge, but strikes Carlito by accident. SHADES OF BOB ORTON AT WRESTLEMANIA 1! And that's it. The only comparison. EVER. Dear lord. Kane then disposes of Masters immediately, and officially ends the match with a choke slam. NOOOOOO! Big Show’s streak is over! He’s no longer the Event’s biggest loser. Tito Santana, welcome back my friend. Show’s been keeping your seat warm for you, with an ass that can presumably reach even greater temperatures than his kitchen appliance hands.
Winners & still champions: Big Show & Kane; who
no doubt are currently celebrating their big win by
hilariously pushing produce through Big Show’s rings,
just because.
/5
-Coach
is backstage, and interviews HBK. Michaels states that
tonight’s match won’t be a five star affair. He then
says tonight you won’t see the HBK of 1995. And the
reason you won't see THAT Shawn Michaels
because, despite his best efforts to master the art of
time travel, without the vaunted flux capacitor, it’s
just not possible. Ok, he only said the first part,
whatever. Anyway to bottom line things, he promises to
take Vince to his own personal Hell. Hey, why is Vince
so special that he gets his own personal Hell, while the
rest of us have to share?...
Ric Flair Vs. Rob Van Dam Vs.
The obvious favorite to scale the dreaded “200
pound ladder” as of Monday night is obviously Flair. But
one has to wonder if Flair actually wins, if he
will be disappointed when it turns out there’s not
actually any money in there. Poor bastard could probably
use it about now. But hey, maybe it’s for the best. Beth
Flair and the IRS are probably poised outside the arena
ready to tackle him and scurry off into the night with
said briefcase anyway. Maybe it's for the best.
This match had the potential to be a clusterfuck, but actually ended up being a fun little match. Spot of the match once again went to Shelton Benjamin (who ironically enough is in the EXACT same spot he was last year) when he ran up an inclined ladder that was set up against the ropes and delivered a huge Senton that wiped out RVD, Hardy, Lashley & Flair. Speaking of Flair, once back inside, Ric fucking Flair took a superplex by Matt Hardy OFF THE LADDER. At 57. With a broken back. Damn. My Dad can barely bend over to grab the Newspaper, and this guy's getting slammed off ladders. (I’ll have to throw Dad off something high just to see if he sells it with as much class.). Anyway, Flair plays up that he’s blown out his knee, and the referees throw up the dreaded X sign. Flair is then helped to the back. However, after only a few minutes, Flair is back! Man, if only more elderly had the same awesome recuperative powers. You'd be able to actually get a fucking doctor's appointment for once without worrying about waiting some 2 hours while a slew of white hairs get their monthly Flu shots. Wait. What were we talking about again?
Oh ya, Flair returns. And he is met by Finlay, who eats Flair’s chop. Flair then squares off with Benjamin. YES! FLAIR IS BRINGING THE CHOPS AND SHELTON THE T-BONE'S. Normally, you'd think that'd be a pretty kick ass little Barbecue, but you'd be wrong. Oh so wrong. Anyway, Flair dumps Shelton out and over with a big chop. Flair then climbs the ladder in the ensuing chaos, but Finlay nails him with the shillelagh. Then forces him into white Irish slavery as he exits the ship looking for opportunity in the new world. Or not. The shillelagh threw me.
Benjamin and Finlay
then climb up, but Lashley shoves them over and gives
From there, Van Dam
then prevents Lashley from grabbing the briefcase with a
Van Daminator off the top rope to the back. Finlay and Hardy then
try to climb up, but Finlay gets hit with a Side Effect
off the top. RVD now materializes for more of his token
(tokin’?) offense when he squashes Finlay with a Five
Star Frog splash off the ladder. Things look like clear
sailing for Rob from here, but
Winner: Rob Van Dam. Just imagine how much pot
that briefcase will hold. I hope its lead-lined!
/5
-Backstage, Mean Gene is interviewed by Josh Matthews, but is interrupted by Randy Orton. Orton puts himself over, but here’s 3/8th’s of what was Batista to call him out, and say that whomever wins the title tonight is just ‘keeping it warm for him’. He then says, "speaking of warmth, anyone got a jacket, I’m freezing! I only weight 150 pounds now!" Ahem.
-We now get the Hall of Fame roll call… except
Bret who is announced as being “too uncomfortable” to
appear. I’ll just pretend they meant because his pants
were too tight. Because it amuses me. Anyway, The
Blackjacks, Sherri Martel, William “I ate everything in
the Refrigerator” Perry, Tony Atlas, Gene Okerlund &
Vicki Guerrero on behalf of Eddie, all come out to bask
in their moment. Huge Eddie chant erupts. And somewhere,
someplace, Bret is comfortable. I seek solace in that.
JBL w/ Jillian Hall Vs.
(C)Chris Benoit w/o reputable dental plan:
JBL gets a special hydraulic entrance that lifts
the ramp so his limo can pull out. And speaking of
pulling out, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how cute
Jillian Hall looked in her little cowboy hat. It’s funny
how much hotter a woman can get just by having cancer
gnawed off their face by a deranged voodoo priest. You
go girl.
In
any event, the pace of this match is set to METHODICAL,
but things ultimately pick up when JBL hilariously
pantomimes Eddie Guerrero’s mannerisms, including the
silliest fucking triple verticals ever. I’d admit to how
much I love this man, but I’m afraid what he might do to
me if this information got out. Anyway, Benoit then hits
his own Three Amigos and goes up for the headbutt, and
it connects! However, that only gets two. JBL quickly
back on offense from there, and goes for the Clothesline
from Hell's kitchen, but Benoit ducks, and goes for a
German (not this), but JBL
grabs the ref to save himself. JBL then charges for the
second Clothesline, but Benoit once again side-steps and
applies the crossface. Tazz and Cole say that JBL may
have no choice but to tap here, and I must admit, I’d
love to see a little soft shoe dance number from the big
man. SHOW US THOSE JAZZ HANDS, JBL! Oh they meant…
never mind. Just then though (in about the time it took
me to write that stupid joke), JBL quickly gets to his
knees while still in the hold and rolls through into a
pinning combo (Benoit never released the hold)
grabbing the ropes and getting the pin!
Winner & new
/5
-Mick Foley/Edge vignette now. Mick Foley yells
that Edge has awoken something inside of him. Well, that
explains the weight gain. Foley ate somebody and now
they want to come back out! Makes sense to me.
Mick Foley w/ multiple
personalities Vs. Edge w/ multiple STDS? (and Lita) :
HARDCORE match!
For this match, Joey Styles~! calls the action with King, as JR briefly steps aside, to presumably come up with even more livestock to parable the impending action to.
Foley comes out and he’s wearing black plaid. I imagine this is what Foley wears to funerals. Anyway, Edge attacks Mick right away, and swings at him with a baseball bat, but Foley ducks, and ties Edge up in the Tree of Woe, which I mention to my friends is probably what Joey Lawrence calls all the foliage on his property. I then awkwardly back out of my living room Kool-aid guy style when I get no reaction. Lita then slides a cookie sheet to Edge who wallops Mick. Normally, I'd ask just what in the fuck a COOKIE SHEET would be doing randomly under a ring, but when Rob Van Dam's on the card, you never know when he might get a sudden case of the munchies and need to whip up a quick treat. SO, YOU SEE, IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE. Clearly.
That said, Edge hits a spear, but collapses in a
painful heap himself, selling his shoulder. It’s then
revealed that Mick is wearing barbed wire around his
waist. And much like the superplex, it’s never explained
why this hurts Edge and not the dude wearing it
like an inner tube around his vital organs. Edge then
does color on his arm! That’s dedication to your craft,
folks. From there, Foley ties Edge in the ropes and then
grabs the barbed-wire bat, but Lita jumps on his back.
However, Foley just clotheslines Edge out and over
Cactus-style while Lita is still clung to his back, and
all three spill out! Awesome.
On
the floor, Edge sets up a table but changes his mind,
and instead awkwardly whips Foley into the stairs. Back
inside, Edge squirts Mick with lighter fluid, but Foley
counters with a stuff piledriver. Wait. Piledriver?
Didn’t you listen to Linda McMahon’s decree? DOESN’T
MICK KNOW THOSE END CAREERS? (unlike falls off high
objects, fire and millions of tacks). Anyway, Lita once
again interferes, allowing Edge to grab the pillow case
full of thumbtacks (worst Halloween Ever~!) and dump
them on the mat. However, Foley counters an Edge attempt
to send him into them, and takes a belly to back suplex
into the tacks himself! That’s bravery right there. But
then again, he never looked back when he plunged himself
into Lita, and we know which has the more long-term
hardcore ramifications, so it’s all good. Foley then
pulls out Socko and wraps him in barbed wire and gives
Edge the mandible claw. Lita tries to stop the assault
so Foley gives her one too! Man, if this was TSN, we’d
now be privy to a random 1998 crowd shot! Foley grabs
the barbwire bat next and hits a nice shot to Edge’s
midsection, then a great shot to the head. I must
mention that both men are bleeding buckets here.
Anyway, Foley finds the lighter fluid and goes
outside to the table that was set up earlier, and douses
it. Lita in an attempt to give Edge another advantage
sneaks in a shot to Foley’s knee with the barbwire bat
while he was on the apron. With Foley doubled over, Lita
quickly finishes squeezing out the fluid (as she is
accustomed to) and lights the table on fire! Just then,
Edge charges Foley who is still on the apron with a
torpedo spear and BOTH men go through the flaming
table~!! Edge then recovers first, and after some
awesome selling, gets the pin. AWESOME match. Great
psychology and a brutal finish. Great stuff.
Foley gets a standing ovation after the match.
Winner: Edge, who is now 5-0 at WM. YOU THINK YOU KNOW HIM? Actually, we kinda do. He wrote a tell-all book and we even know who he secretly put his dick in. Perhaps it's time to change that jingle.
/5
-Booker T. and Sharmell are walking backstage.
They run into a variety of “freaks” including Paul
Birchill, Goldust, Gene Snitsky, who’s sucking Mae
Young’s toes (Moolah was there too) , Eugene and Ted
DiBiase, whose face has apparently given birth to Tiger
Chung Lee. Goldust (dressed apparently as Oprah) tries
to give Mr & Mrs T. advice as it pertains to the
Boogeyman. He pleads that Booker just accept the worm
and hide it in a [secret] place. This is what I usually
tell all my dates. Doesn’t usually work out too great.
Boogeyman w/ coming & getting
Vs. Sharmell and Booker T w/ a craving for Wendy’s that
can never be legally quenched;
Oh dear lord. This match stunk worse than a bag of broken assholes. Somehow me thinks Boogeyman needs to “come and get” some more wrestling training. If Boogeyman's whole shtick is to scare his potential opponents to death, perhaps showing a looping video of himself attempting to chain wrestle would be the best way to accomplish that goal. Just saying.
Anyway, Booker forces Sharmell to start, but it’s a ruse and Booker blindsides Boogey, hitting a quick Book-end, but Boogey kicks out. Boogey then ducks an attempted Booker scissors kick, and goes after Sharmell, pulling out the worms then kissing her while he had them in his mouth. Boogeyman then finishes BT with the old A-Train Derailer double handed choke-bomb. How apropos that a hold that conveys a complete and total train wreck would finish this match.
Winner: Boogeyman. Apparently Boogeyman is injured and needs surgery. I'M THE ORTHOPAEDIC SURGEON AND I'M COMIN' TO GET YOU! But hey, one has to wonder what’s next for him. And one has to also wonder why WWE hasn't had Boogeyman and Scotty 2 Hotty awkwardly cross paths. It just seems natural. And the best part? If God forbid cancer ever comes back for Scotty, Boogey could just eat his cancerous nutsack, and by WWE booking logic, PERMANENTLY RID HIM OF THE DISEASE! It's a great fallback plan if you ask me.
/5
-We get a video package for Trish Vs. Mickie
James. Kind of like Single White Female, only without
the all important nudity.
(C) Trish Stratus Vs. Mickie
James: WWE Women’s Title match
At
this point, Trish is really starting to become the Hulk
Hogan of the women’s division. She’s blond, orange,
always has her friends betray her, and most importantly
NEVER FUCKING LOSES. Now, if only she’d pull a Hulk and
tear her shirt off, I’d be willing to forgive this,
bruther. Anyway, crowd gets behind Mickie, as I too
would like to for a wildly different reason, and JR is
perplexed. As the match goes on, and the Mickie support
grows, JR tells us that the crowd was DEFIANT. Damn you
Chicago for cheering for whatever you want! Anyway,
Trish misses a chick kick early on and it hits the post.
From there, Mickie works the leg, and emotes awesomely
her insane character while doing so. From there, Trish
briefly comes back, and with Mickie set up on the ropes,
attempts the Stratusphere, but Mickie just shoves her
off and Trish’s knee hits the mat hard. Trish then goes
to the well again, this time going for the
Stratusfaction, but Mickie grabs her box. Seriously. I’m
talking full on groping. Mickie then makes me a fan for
life by breaking out the cunnilingus
gesture making
this the greatest Wrestlemania moment in History. Fuck
your boyhood dream Shawn Michaels! I share the same
dream as Mickie! A dream of Trish’s loins.
Anyway, this sends Trish off the deep end, but
she botches the matrix move. Good thing she’s not
running with Neo and the gang. The revolution would be
over right there. From there, Mickie drops Trish into
her own knee, then looks for her own stratusfaction, but
that too gets botched , so she settles for a chick kick
to pick up the win.
Winner: EVERYONE. (and Mickie James the *NEW*
women’s champion.).
/5
Vince McMahon, Fat Steph (If she’s eating for
two, this kid better weigh 150 pounds), Linda and Shane
are all seen. Vince then leads a family prayer.
“God…let's face it, I don't like you, and you don't like
me” he hilariously states. He then goes on to say
that tonight he’ll send HBK down to the depths of Hell.
Wow. You don’t think Vince would really send Shawn
Michaels to OVW would you? Haha.
Undertaker w/ darkside
powers! Vs. Mark Henry, powerful umm, darkie? (just
kidding): CASKET MATCH.
I don’t know about you, but I've been clamoring for an Undertaker vs. Mark Henry meeting for YEARS. Only in my version, it's an actual mortician preparing Mizark's lifeless body for that final journey. Glad we cleared that up.
Hey, it’s the druids!
Where the fuck would you find these guys in
With that said, and with respect for Taker, even
the movie Titanic had a less predictable ending than
this. And God bless Undertaker; if he was going to be
forced to wrestle a throw away match like this, he sure
as shit wasn’t giving Mizark anything, and he did not;
bar one “world’s strongest slam”. Ahem. Good thing for
Mark, the other dozen or so dudes who beat his ass at
the Olympics don't use a powerslam. That'd just be
awkward for everybody. However, after taking the
slam, Taker rallies, and countered a Henry
mounted-corner punching into a very impressive
powerbomb. He then hit an incredible suicide dive over
the ropes (and the casket), then finally crushed him
with the tombstone, easily rolling him into the casket
for win number 14.
Winner: Undertaker. Taker worked fast and
hustled. More than I can say for Mizark, who kinda
phoned it in. (Too bad it wasn’t a long distance call if
you know what I mean…).
/5
-Vince/ HBK vignette is shown. A feud built entirely around one man’s ass? So much for winning that argument that "wrestling isn't gay" now.
Vince McMahon Vs. Shawn
Michaels: No Holds USED err, barred
match!
Holy shit did Vince cook in the tanning beds this
weekend. He makes Hulk Hogan look like fucking Powder in comparison. (And let’s just hope Vince had
the good sense to leave his camera phone at home this
time...).
Anyway, before the match, Vince unveils a poster-sized Muscle and Fitness cover of himself, but HBK takes offense to this, and comes after Vince, eventually busting it over his head. The Spirit Squad then hits the ring, and attack Shawn, each grabbing a limb and throwing him in the air and slamming him down hard. Funny, I dated a cheerleader once. I don't remember her and 4 friends ever tossing me into the air and kicking my ass. Maybe they've changed the curriculum?
From there, HBK rallies after Kenny misses a huge top rope leg drop, and gets the cone from Mitch and clobbers everyone with it, before tossing Kenny over the ropes for an insane over sell plancha onto the other Squad members on the floor. However, as soon as HBK turns around, he runs into Vince’s clothesline. Vince then hilariously starts tuning up the band, presumably from the big band era, but Michaels catches the foot, and goes to work on Vince, hitting the flying forearm, whipping him with Vince's own belt, then dropping the elbow. HBK starts tuning up his own band, but Shane McMahon sneaks into the ring and delivers a cane shot to Michaels from behind. From there, Vince drops his pants, and instructs Shane to ram HBK’s face into his ass, but HBK blocks the attempt, and unknown to Vince, rubs Shane’s grill into his taint instead.
HBK then retrieves some ridiculous handcuffs from
Shane that had like a 3 foot chain on them, that I’m
*guessing* might not be police issue (“Man, I have no
idea how the perps keep escaping from the squad car!”).
HBK ends up cuffing Shane to the bottom rope, so he can
cane the shit out of Vince. HBK then looks like he’ll
finish Vince with the sweet chin music, but stops short
and gets a ladder from under the ring instead, and hits
Vince hardway with it. He once again teases the SCM, but
once again stops to go get some more hardcore weapons
including some trash cans, and a table. HBK then sets up
the ladder, and places Vince on the table, but he
changes his mind AGAIN, and goes out one more time and
finally grabs a 15 ladder that Lawler insists is 30
feet. The “12 foot HBK” (in Lawler’s world, anyway) then
places a trash can over Vince’s head, sets him up on the
table, and climbs the super ladder, CRUSHING Vince with
the big elbow, before finally finishing Vince with the
chin music after he pulled himself from the debris.
Winner: Shawn Michaels. Somehow I doubt we’ll
hear the same promo he cut after Summer Slam last
year, about being forced to "carry an old man". Call me
crazy.
/5
-Wrestlemania 23 is announced as being from
Detroit’s Ford Field. Bigger
Time?
(C)Kurt Angle w/ broken
freakin’ neck Vs. Rey Mysterio w/ the phantom of Eddie
Guerrero Vs. Randy Orton w/ a bottomless pit of
chinlocks : WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE on the line!
Rey
is up first sung to the ring by P.O.D. I’m just glad
they’re apparently Christians, because only Jesus could
forgive them for writing that song. Anyway, Rey comes
out and he’s wearing… wait, what the fuck is he wearing?
Either Bjork is suddenly dressing this motherfucker, or
The Sorceress from He-Man is knocked out somewhere ,
face down and naked.
Anyway, Orton and Angle come out next, and it’s
on. This is of course a triple threat match, so when
Randy gets winded, at least he can roll to the floor and
sell, rather than treating us to a whirling dervish of
various chinlocks and rest holds. In any event, all
three men tear into each other, and strangely start
going into high spots like 30 seconds into the match
when Angle starts delivering Germans, including a really
insane dangerous one (not this guy) to Rey,
that saw him practically sault out of the ring.
Eventually, Rey-Rey rallies after ramming Angle’s head
into Orton’s groin, as Orton was prone sitting on the
top, then goes for the 619; but much like on SmackDown,
Angle catches both legs, and quickly snares Rey in the
ankle lock. Rey actually taps out, but Orton has the
referee distracted. The same fate soon awaits Randy, who
eventually finds himself trapped in the ankle lock by
Kurt, and he too taps, but Rey ties the ref up as well.
An infuriated Angle then throws Rey into the post, but
turns around right into the RKO, but Angle still kicks
out! Orton tries to go up top next, but Angle does his
running throw and sends Orton FLYING. Unfortunately
though, Angle seeks refuge in the ropes, allowing Rey,
who’s on the floor, to surprise Angle with an
around-the-post-619, but Rey slipped, so he improvised
and just kicked Kurt in the face.
From there, Rey then hits a springboard senton
that gets a two on Angle, but Orton sneaks in from
behind and gets his patented backbreaker/neckbreaker on
Rey. Things look bleak for Rey at this point, but Angle
now sneaks up behind Orton and gets the Angle Slam for
two. Rey then comes back in and sends Kurt to the floor,
and drops Orton into the 619 position, and gets it,
before finally dusting off the West Coast Pop to become
the smallest Heavyweight Champion in Wrestling history.
Wow. Good, but surprisingly short match. It felt
like the beginning and some of the middle were axed off.
Kind of like Rey's legs.
Winner & NEW World not-so-heavyweight Champion: REY MYSTERIO. I really wanted to see Rey put on the belt, if only to see a shot of only the top of his head and the bottom of his feet, but no dice. Oh well. Anyway, Rey celebrates with Chavo and Vicki who congratulate him on his big win at the top of the ramp, as Eddie and a digitally inserted Anakin Skywalker watch on.
/5
-Backstage, we see Cena getting dressed, and then
we cut away to a phantom pair of hands giving HHH the
world’s most lingering massage. Hey, get a room
already torsoless hands!
- We shoot back to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler; and Jim Ross babbles on, EXPLAINING WHAT WWE FEELS IS THE LOGICAL REASON WHY YOU DON’T LOVE JOHN CENA. It’s apparently because the crowd is filled with “pure” wrestling fans, which is hilariously backhanded because that would mean the remaining Cena fans have no concept of wrestling whatsoever. Although, try going into WWE's chat room sometime. You'll find out the hard way how true that is.
-But first, it’s time for the Playboy Pillow
Fight! And only in the WWE would something labeled
“Playboy” feature fully clothed women. Too bad too,
because I really was hoping for some skin if only so I
could break out this WWE.com inspired announcement:
“I’ve just come to terms on the release of my
penis. I wish my semen well in all future endeavors.”
Torrie w/ Chloe Vs. Candice
Michelle w/ a strange unknown Oriental woman on the
cover of her Playboy magazine.
Apparently this match can only end in pinfall OR submission. Which I find hilarious. God have mercy on the poor hapless sap who taps out in a match filled with throw pillows. “I Quit! I just can’t take anymore of these ungodly plush weightless objects gingerly hitting me with feather-like ferocity! WOULD SOMEBODY STOP THE DAMN MATCH!"
Anyway, Torrie
backdrops Candice on the bed to start. AS GOD AS MY
WITNESS, SHE'S BROKEN IN HALF. *Surprisingly* the whole
thing just gets sillier from there. At one point, Torrie
grabs Chloe and rubs the poor dog’s nether regions in
Candice’s face, then literally hurls the dog back out,
as someone from PETA likely curses the screen, before
going back to eating a soy sandwich and knitting a nifty
hemp necklace. From there, Candice gets one of her two
moves, the hanging choke on the ropes (the other is the
stroke, which considering she was just in Playboy is
actually kind of ironic), then the two strip each other.
At one point the bed gets flipped over, and I’ll be
damned if I didn’t see Finlay’s shillelagh under there
(seriously). But heaven forbid these women use a
dangerous weapon when you can use pillows! Too bad. In
the world of porn, when two half naked women rolling
around, suddenly discover an oblong wooden object,
this usually leads to some pretty exciting scenarios.
Not this time, though. Oh well. That said, Torrie gets the
surprising win after a school girl roll up. (Jerry
Lawler invented it.).
Winner: Torrie Wilson. Apparently too much loving
can hurt somebody. Despite the lies Candice’s song
suggests. Ever let a fat girl ride missionary? What this
has to with anything, I don’t know. I just have that
fucking theme in my head now. Damn you, Candice.
/5
HHH w/ a peeved Jesus waiting for his ass in
upwards of 40 years Vs. (C)John Cena w/ one peeved
recapper if he retains; WWE TITLE MATCH!
Triple H comes out to a new Motörhead intro. But
it turns out it’s just an intro to the intro. See,
that’s how much stroke this guy has. He can thaw out
Lemmy once a year, and actually have him write a song
just to intro another song. And hey, here’s HHH
elevating from the ramp-way, and
OH MY GOD~!.
Hahaha! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Conan the Company
Destroyer! (sequel to Conan the Politician). Complete
with furry loin cloth, crown, leather accessories, and
BY GAWD, the biggest, most comical hammer in existence,
sitting on a throne. Somehow, I’m wishing he’d go back
to the sacrilege of just parodying Jesus, because come
on, dude. You could actually see people laughing
hysterically in the front row.
Next up is Cena...or not. Hey, it’s an A&E special on the history of the Mafia! Which somehow, WWE has correlated into John Cena. If this whole stupid angle ends with him wearing cement overshoes though and sinking to the bottom of the ocean, I'll accept it whole heartedly. And here comes a 1920’s car filled with HOODLUMS! And hahaha, there’s CM Punk dressed as a gangster hanging off the side of the car! Imagine all the bootlegged Pepsi there’d be if this guy was around back then! And finally, here’s John Cena, in a black trench coat and hat, attempting to look gangster. Unfortunately though, you can see his bare legs from the bottom of the coat, so he looks more like a Central park flasher. But hey, it’s the (ridiculous) thought that counts, right? Oh, and to (huge cartoonish) hammer the point home, Cena unloads a Tommy Gun in the air! If only he had better aim. He could have at least taken out a few members of the Chain Gang. Then it'd have all been worth it. Clearly.
Anyway, after the hilarity, the match starts, and HHH takes the early advantage, but Cena rallies and eventually knocks HHH to the floor. Cena slides out and back-body drops HHH on the ramp, but HHH soon counters a whip and sends Cena into the steps. Back inside, Cena regains the advantage with a powerslam and protobomb, but on Cena’s Five-knuckle shuffle attempt, HHH pops up and catches Cena with a spinebuster to a HUGE pop. Good thinking. I've never been able to figure out why no one ever just moves when these motherfuckers take 30 seconds to run to the ropes and dance before even executing a move. It's kind of like how people keep running when Irish-whipped. "Well, I'm already running! I think I'll just keep going and hope for the best! BLARRRGHHH".
HHH then postures for the crowd and they eat it up. Ya, show’em all how to Heel it up, Paul! From there, Cena gains the advantage and applies the STFU, but HHH makes the ropes. Cena then signals for the FU and pumps up the shoes, but HHH slips out and runs him into the ref, then low blows both at once. Disqualification? What’s that? Triple H then goes for the clichéd pay-per-view sledgehammer shot of DOOM, which Cena briefly avoids, but not a second time. HHH gets the cover, but Cena kicks out at two. The power of hip-hop compels him! If all his enemies in rap are carrying huge cumbersome hammers, and not guns, clearly Cena's in the rap business for the long haul. Clearly.
HHH
goes for the Pedigree from there, which as we know has
NUCLEAR POWER, unless applied to a Kliq member who is of
course permitted to kick out, but Cena counters out and
hits the FU! That however only gets a two. Cena goes up top, for
something, but HHH avoids the leap and Cena crashes
hard. Pedigree attempt number two, but Cena
drop-toe-holds HHH and applies a second STFU. HHH
writhes in pain, then looks to pass out, but he’s ALIVE,
and struggles for the ropes but finally TAPS OUT, as
every man in the crowd has this hilarious look on their
face like they just walked in on their grandma in the
tub. Man. Didn’t see that coming. I thought for
sure Captain Obvious
was going over. Shows what I know. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN
IN THE WWE~! But still mostly the exact same stuff
constantly.
Winner: ESTROGEN!? Come Hell or High-water (or
until The Marine comes to a Theater video
store near you), they’re keepin’ this motherfucker
babyface no matter what. The Women win this round! But
we will meet again….
/5
Final Thoughts: Perversely entertaining PPV in my opinion. Apparently, Vince fought all weekend with creative and ultimately changed five finishes before settling on what we had tonight. And other than one (Selling T-Shirts to fat girls > 20,000 angry dudes) finish, I have to agree with his choices. But I’d love to know what he originally had in mind. Thumbs up anyway.
TWF FLASHBACK
November 2006
SATIRE: DISCONTINUED WWE XMAS PRODUCTS!
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