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Guess my reaction when I found who will be Matt Hardy's mystery partner:

1. LAWL
2. Ick.
3. Iiiiiiiiiiick.
4. *cack* hairball

TNA: AJ's new "Limosine ridin', jet-flying, etc." gimmick is bullshit.

Now granted, I put a huge premium on his country-dumb, Christian boy persona, and I can see where bookers would think "that's not gonna get over", or even "It could get over, but it means more work than I want to do.". But their lazness and short-sightedness is not my problem. I'm all for character evolution. Make it natural, though! 180s totally suck, especially when they're an obvious one 180s so a vet can be shoehorned into a storyline.

The Orlando Screwjob was lame. More than lame. Damaging. You can't fricking sell your promotion as a new, vital thing is you're re-hashing 12-year old drama from a stodgy old company. Even WWE couldn't make the Screwjob drama ignite, and they had all the key players.

I have decided that anytime Impact airs, and there is no ODB, Dixie Carter owes me a dollar. Originally, I had decided she would also owe me a dollar anytime the Nasty Boys were on TV, but then I realized no amount of money can soothe the pain of watching those clowns stumble around the ring.

Smackdown: Matt is less bloated!

Maybe it's because he's teaming with Khali, so he just looks thinner. At this point, I'm taking any reason. He also got a win. Yay.

The graphics they've been using are pretty sweet. Sort of a combination of Borderlands and old-timey. Probably says something about the show, if my first praise is for the graphics. The show wasn't terrible-- a very flippy-fun match between Morrison & R.Truth vs Drew and Jericho rocked in the first hour-- but it wasn't great either. Blah-blah-blah got too much screen time. Undertaker's promos get more old-man-crazy each week. Punk shaving peoples' heads has lost its charm (though, that dude can make kissing anyone looking dead sexy).

Batista's head grows a new wrinkle each week. I swear, he's really a shriveled old demon who sucks the lifeforce out of nubile young divas in order to hold his 'roid-poisoned meatsuit together for one more night. I like pretending Vickie G. is a nature witch secretly planning his unnaturally orange demise.