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Okay. I admit. There is the show WWE puts on the air once a week, and there is the show I see. THEY ARE NOT THE SAME.

Todd on commentary. It's a big melty ice cream cone that I can't lick fast enough. The sweetness, the pure sweetness runs everywhere and I'm lapping up the nummies and more is running down my arm and dripping onto the floor. THERE'S TOO MUCH.

Especially since it's OBVIOUS that Shane is feeding him lines that are
a)sexual and filthy in nature, and if Todd ever accidently repeated one on the air, the FCC would PWN WWE.
b)goofy shit that Todd will be teased on mercifully for, in between bouts of he and Shane snarking over the fact that he can't tell the difference between Shane's on-purpose lame-ocity and Creative's unintentional.
c)lines from C. Bronte's Villette.

Curtain-jerking were a slew of pretties. Morrison, Miz, Chavo, Bam, SuperCrazy, Evan Sydal-Bourne, and the OG Tommy Dreamer. Flippy shit in spades, a really fun spot fest. Believable finish too! Miz and Morrison cheated to get Dreamer down, then as SuperCrazy dove for the break, Morrison caught him and held him back. Fun, quick, clappy-clappy.

To the harsh the flippy buzz, Ricky Ortiz is out. I DON'T GET HIM. I thought he was supposed to the heel who thinks he's a beloved face but everyone is actually put off by the self-absorbtion. But, I think we're suppose to adore him. No thank you.

His opponent, Gavin Spears, was sorta yumyum. Also a better wrestler. The crowd choose doing pocket Suduko over paying attention. Todd remarked at one point that Ortiz was dropped on his giant 'fro. Shane whispered over the headsets that tonight, they would order chinese and charge it to Vince's card. Per Diem that Daddy!

Midway through, perhaps because of boredom, Striker and Todd got all existential. Ortiz, barely more than a rookie himself was force to defeat a rookie... in essence destroying what he once was.

Stryker: What he once was. In essence.
Todd: *Zombie-like, thinking of a neck message from Shane* Essence.

M. Hardy in the MainEvent. A slimmer, tanner, less drunk, shiny-hair Matt. In new pants! Skulls and flames from The Autumn Collection. Orange is the new black.

Tony Atlas went sleeveless. IT'S STILL BEFORE LABOR DAY. Todd said the Constitution guarantees us the right to bear arms. GET IT. Shane will get it, later in the car, during the ride home.

And the match. The Precious was so slippery and oily and clever and willing to kick. The moonsault was not so good... anymore like that, and he will have to call it the Flagpole Sitta. But he was slippery and oily and clever and willing to kick! His knees worked like everyone else's! Another fun match, lots of Precious getting thrown around THEN GETTING RIGHT BACK UP LIKE A SCRAPPER.

Tragically, there was jobbing. But, it was expected and at least they didn't play Jeff's music.

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His knees worked like everyone else's!

I often find, as a fan of Matt's, that this is all I can ask for. But you were so right - he looked amazing last night. So much so that the boy bitched about my renewed passion for "the creepy Hardy."

at least they didn't play Jeff's music.

I too breathed a sigh of relief.

I have some fantasies about them both wining titles and the lovefest that would incite. Dramatic hugs all around, Matt forgets you can't put your lips on your sibling on television. August into September is going to be rough for me.