RAW 7/3/2006:A New WWE Champ, and the Return of an Old Friend (me)
And so it would seem that I left this blog alone for way too long. To my dozens of readers, I apologize for being away. I was busy training for the next Tough Enough contest (and maaan, I woulda won, too!).
Before Raw went on air, I decided to check WWE.com to see if they were headed to the Atlanta area anytime soon. The last time a WWE event was held here, my girlfriend and I witnessed Eddie Guerreo and Rey Mysterio in a steel cage, MIIIISSSSTTTERRRRR KEEENNNEDY (kennedy...) squash someone, and Batista beat JBL in a Texas Bullrope match. I figured we were about due for another show, but no such luck.
Instead, I ran across the headline that RVD and Sabu got busted for weed. What a spoiler...
Anyway, a recap of the re-crap from last weeks show plays, and then the opening theme cranks up, and I didn't even realize that I knew the lyrics by heart until my girlfriend points out, "You don't even like that kind of music!" And she's right...I also don't like the type of music that leads into the Friends intro, but I sing along to that too...
Triple H & Shawn Micheals attempt to strut into the rear entrance of the Wachovia Center but are blocked by Coachman and a hoarde of rent-a-cops. "Apparently you guys don't read WWE.com," says Coach, "DX is banned from the arena!" Shawn is all like "wha?" and Trips is all like "cha..." and Coach is all like "fuh..." and Shawn is all like, "ehhh?" and H is all like, "No worries!" You can almost visualize the lightbulb over Hunter's head as the world's oldest teenagers walk away.
Cut back to centerstage, and we have Edge with Lita in tow ready to regale the Philly crowd with a promo. Copeland tells us that John Cena is like the Phillies (no heart and can't win) and he is more like Terrell Owens, can't wait to get the hell outta Philadelphia. Oooh...Dag! That went over with the live crowd but most likely fell flat with the millions and millions back at home. Edge says there's a triple threat tag team match between himself, John Cena, and RVD along with their mystery partners. So far, I'm all ears, as that's what had been advertised on WWE.com since last week. Before Edgy can introduce his partner, Cena jumps him out of nowhere. A quick toss by Vanil--ahem-Cena sends Edge out of the ring, Rob Van Dam's music hits. He might have tapped out last week, and he might not have. We'll never know since Edge interfered in the title match. The only solution is to give away Saturday Night's Main Event main event match tonight. Vince doesn't mess around, does he?
Speaking of whom, the Genetic Jackhammer shows up in his loooong limo and greeted by Coach. "DX is gone, right?" Vince asks. "No problem," Coach replies. As Vince walks into the arena, a Hummer full of screaming party chicks pulls in.
...and then a wrestling match broke out!!!
Lita vs Torrie Wilson -- Lita has had significant upgrades to her *ahem* build, but since she broke her neck filming that episode of Dark Angel, her wrestling ability has plummeted. Torrie has added more puppies to her repitoire, but sadly, it's only a poodle. The ref ended up being the happiest man on the planet for a second or two when Torrie inadvertantly stinkfaced him. Lita won, but with no hurricurana or anything exciting at all.
Backstage, Vince bitched about no catering or attendants. Coach told him it was a holiday and most lucky bastards have that holiday off. Everyone but bartenders and internet wrestling reviewers...
The Spirit Squad vs. Val Venis, Viscera, Eugene, Snitsky & Hacksaw Jim Duggan -- I was pissed off immediately because they didn't play Val Venis' ring music hellooo laadies . Tell you what, I can do a Val Venis entrance better than Val Venis himself can do. Too bad all of you reading this at home or office will never know. I did the Val Venis entrance for my girlfriend when this match started and three hours later I still can't get her off me. She did mange to point out quite accurately, that Duggan is still in better shape than Ric Flair. The Spirit-Jackoffs won this match with a pretty cool double-flying-elbow on the old fart. I still have to know, though, why does the crowd chant U-S-A during a match that features ten Americans?
Back outside, DX is throwing a tailgate party. HHH is raosting Mr. McMahon sized weenies and DX sized footlongs. Beavis and Butthead live! Terry, one of the company truck drivers shows up and wants to of those fine sausages to fill his buns. Trips sends Micheals off to find Mr. Fuji and summons two fine babes to bare breasts for our lonely trucker. I swear, for half a second I saw nipple, yes I did! My girlfriend saw it too! We saw it half a second before the USA Network did, as they cut to black...
(just now, I had to pause in my writing this RAW commentary as I was in need for a bag of Cheeto's...it's not easy being cheesy indeed)
After weeks of semi-funny vignettes, The Highlanders debut!
The Highlanders vs. Matt Striker & Rob Conway -- The long-awaited debut is here! Jim Ross informs me that Rory is the bald one and Robbie is the unkempt one. The Scotties seemed to have their timing off in their TV debut, but managed to salvage it by putting the heads of their opponents under their kilts. Striker had the right idea by bailing on Conway, saying "I'm smart, you're not" and avoiding the tag. The crazy Scotsmen pulled off a pretty cool finishing move on the Conman, a double fireman's carry straight down. They then proceeded to go off with Sean Connery and party like it was 1599.
Back outside, Trips is standing in front of the beer table quite distracted. Candace Michelle stops by and asks what's in the that there truck over yonder. HHH stammers through his explanation of the production truck as if someone were under the table performing oral sex on him. Candace starts to act as if she too were having oral sex perfomed on her. Hunter then proceeds to squeeze a mustard bottle all over the place (wink wink! get it? ;) ). Candace fakes one as well (your mom fakes 'em better). Then two more chicks emerge from under the table wiping their lips. The ones on their mouths, you sick freak! The Cerebral Assasin promises to show Candace the production truck, but needs a minute or two to recover first. (Wuss..)
After the commercial, Trips, HBK and the bimbettes have comandeered the production truck. In a related story, NASA plans to launch the Space Shuttle despite numerous safety concerns.
Back inside the arena, nature calls Mr. McMahon. He asks Coachman to keep an eye out while he stoops to using a public urinal. Luckily for those of us at home, the Wachovia Center has a camera placed right where the WWE production truck can gain access to it. The boss whips it out, and proceeds to introduce the 8th Wonder of the World, Andre the Giant to the urinal. Some people might think that's strange, but I assure you, I do the exact same thing each and every time I take a whiz in a public restroom.
(Okay, that's not entirely true...sometimes I mix it up and sing "Weeeeellllll...well it's the Big Show!!! Yeah it's a big bad show tonight...")
Coachman bursts into the men's room and gets whizzed on his leg. With that, the Chairman struts off to the ring. The shennanigans, tomfoolery, and hijinks keep on coming as DX crank up the mic to make Vince sound like Alvin sans Chipmunks, and down for the Darth Vader effect. A few farting noises later and Vince walks off in a huff. A huff including a reprise of his 1987 perormance of "Stand Back".
Carlito Carribean Cool vs. Johnny Nitro (with Melina) for the Intercontinental Title -- I haven't posted in a while, so let me catch you up by stating that I'm a huge mark for Carlito. Not in a gay way, mind you. More like in an attitudinal manly sort of way. I indentify with the guy in recognizing what is and what is not cool. I also regurgitate apple chunks in the faces of those who are acting in an uncool manner. That's what cool people do. Did I mention Melina is hot? Yeah, buddy! Actually, she's starting to annoy me, but whatever. Triple C had this match won when Melina interfered causing the DQ. Trish ran in to save the day which caused our heroes in the truck to show us repeated HLA. Carlito not winning the title? Not cool. HLA? Now that's cool!
Umaga vs. Scott Wright -- Now it's time for some real wrestling, right? Wright? Wrong. I was getting ready to yell at my TV "My name is Arrrrrmando Allllleeeehhanndro Ehhstrrrada" when the DX'ers in the truck interuppted me. Hunter, dude, I know you're reading this, and please, don't interrupt me when I'm saying Armando Alejandro Estrada's name along with him. Just because a guy from an island in the Atlantic is representing a guy from an island in the Pacific doesn't mean it's an excuse to sell t-shirts. I damn near missed the whole match as I went to the fridge for another beer. I'm assuming Jamal won.
After the commercial, Vince jumped in his limo, only to get smoked out by fireworks that may or may not have been coming out of the moon roof. Trips and Micheals taunted him, betting they would be let in the arena next week.
Randy Orton came out and posed on the stage. Nothing gets my girlfriend hotter than me standing next to the TV doing the Randy Orton Pose while he's on TV doing it as well. Between my Val Venis, Randy Orton, and my Batista-like guns, it's a wonder she ever let's me out of the house. Anyway, Cowboy Bob's boy has a hard on for Hulk Hogan's baby gurl. Aww hell... Do we have to drag out Old Man Bollea for every SummerSlam?
Rob Van Dam vs. Edge vs. John Cena for the WWE Championship -- I was on the fence as to whether or not RVD was worthy of being the Champ. Looks like I'll never get the chance to find out what my opinion was. In a prelude to what will be at least a suspension for Rob, he had to job the title out. And his two opponents? Two people who have already had a turn or two at the belt and (in my mind) not yet worthy. Ah well...RVD went for the frog splash on Cena, who rolled out of the way. Cena then went for the FU on RVD but got speared by Edge. Edge then covered RVD for the 1-2-3 and became the new WWE Champion.

