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opera142SPN: When I saw who played Death, I squeed the squee normally reserved for M. Hardy on hands and knees.
SPSTRZ:
Carlito and his rookie are headed to their secret treehouse. NO LITTLE BROTHERS ALLOWED. Primo trails behind. He was finishing his vegetables like a big boy! Mom says that Carlito has to share his rookie, and if he doesn't then mom says no one gets to play with him. Also, Carlito is supposed to take out the trash.
Carlito says he took it out last week-- his rookie saw him-- so it's Primo's turn. Primo is unmoved; mom said Carlito was supposed to do it. Fight! Fight! Carlito deals no noogies, no why-are-you-slapping-yourselfs, no pink bellies. Despite all this brotherly care and concern, Primo goes heel anyway. Some kids are just bad eggs. At least they can hug and show affection now.
Geez, a Chris Masters match. Only thing worse than watching a Chris Masters match is wrestling Chris Master. Poor Chavo.
Backstage, the womens locker room is a den of low self-esteem, hate crimes, and terrible fashion choices. Tiger-print sheath dresss, terrible. Kelly Kelly stinks. It's super regrettable too, as Kelly rhymes with smelly. Stinking still ranks better than being fat, which gives Kelly a one-up which she acts like a total jerk about. Helpless against that ranking, Vickie commences to dousing Kelly with invisible ketchup. Beth and Tiffany wonder what's going on. Randy wanders in, pantless and slinky, to claim he had nothing to do with any of this, and any stinking is purely coincidental and Kelly-based.
Rosa chatters about something. I understand "Soy Rosa Mendez" and "De donde es mi abuela?" and "Como se dice "I forgot my homework" in espanol?", then she loses me.
Edge re-cap. WTF. Where's my preview taste of NXT? What was their task this week? Serving tea? Ironing handkerchiefs? Mixing a divine Manhatten? Boot shining?
In non-wishful thinking, I'm pretty sure the reason Randy is so resistant to the reformation of Rated RKO is he doesn't like being reminded that his middle name is Keith.
Now it's a show re-cap. Geez, Steph, geez. If you must re-cap, re-cap John Morrison offering to butler services to Teddy. Also, Show's punchfest would have been funnier had previously punched wrestlers formed a pile backstage. Think of the comedy!
Shad vs. JTG. I hate how they keep trying to make everyone choose sides in their divorce. Look, you're both my friends.
SPSTRZ:
Carlito and his rookie are headed to their secret treehouse. NO LITTLE BROTHERS ALLOWED. Primo trails behind. He was finishing his vegetables like a big boy! Mom says that Carlito has to share his rookie, and if he doesn't then mom says no one gets to play with him. Also, Carlito is supposed to take out the trash.
Carlito says he took it out last week-- his rookie saw him-- so it's Primo's turn. Primo is unmoved; mom said Carlito was supposed to do it. Fight! Fight! Carlito deals no noogies, no why-are-you-slapping-yourselfs, no pink bellies. Despite all this brotherly care and concern, Primo goes heel anyway. Some kids are just bad eggs. At least they can hug and show affection now.
Geez, a Chris Masters match. Only thing worse than watching a Chris Masters match is wrestling Chris Master. Poor Chavo.
Backstage, the womens locker room is a den of low self-esteem, hate crimes, and terrible fashion choices. Tiger-print sheath dresss, terrible. Kelly Kelly stinks. It's super regrettable too, as Kelly rhymes with smelly. Stinking still ranks better than being fat, which gives Kelly a one-up which she acts like a total jerk about. Helpless against that ranking, Vickie commences to dousing Kelly with invisible ketchup. Beth and Tiffany wonder what's going on. Randy wanders in, pantless and slinky, to claim he had nothing to do with any of this, and any stinking is purely coincidental and Kelly-based.
Rosa chatters about something. I understand "Soy Rosa Mendez" and "De donde es mi abuela?" and "Como se dice "I forgot my homework" in espanol?", then she loses me.
Edge re-cap. WTF. Where's my preview taste of NXT? What was their task this week? Serving tea? Ironing handkerchiefs? Mixing a divine Manhatten? Boot shining?
In non-wishful thinking, I'm pretty sure the reason Randy is so resistant to the reformation of Rated RKO is he doesn't like being reminded that his middle name is Keith.
Now it's a show re-cap. Geez, Steph, geez. If you must re-cap, re-cap John Morrison offering to butler services to Teddy. Also, Show's punchfest would have been funnier had previously punched wrestlers formed a pile backstage. Think of the comedy!
Shad vs. JTG. I hate how they keep trying to make everyone choose sides in their divorce. Look, you're both my friends.
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Date: 2010-05-07 08:06 pm (UTC)