I Have The Backstage Power! FINALLY,
HHHe-Man has met his match in FISTO… in a battle to find out
who truly is the *ahem* Master of the Universe. You don’t know
how long I’ve waited for a formidable foe for HHHe-Man. And
for those of you either forgetful of their childhoods, not
nerds, or simply born sometime after 1986, HHH has always bore
an incredible likeness to He-Man. You know, shaggy blond mop;
Iron cross insignia; fights his battles in a snug pair of tiny
briefs; smites his foes with a cumbersome heavy
weapon; never without his gigantic pussy (Battle Cat
and Stephanie respectively). However, Show has now been made
over ala fellow hero Fisto, and can now TRULY give HHHe-Man a
run for his money (or whatever currency they barter for goods
on Eternia). And all because HHH had the bad sense to crush
Show’s hand during a press conference gone awry. But
seriously, why does anyone even bother showing up to HHH’s
press conferences anymore? I can’t remember the last time they
didn’t end with somebody getting obliterated.
Anyway, this
one started off a little slow, but more than made up for it
with psychology. HHH spent the better part of the match
stalling, then attacking Show’s big injured
taped fist when Show accidentally cracked it off the
outside post when wildly swinging for the
Game.
Eventually, HHH pries Fisto off, and
really goes to work on Show’s mitt, by stomping, stretching,
and dropping knees on it. Show tries to regain the offense
with some head-butts, but he soon charges Trips, who ducks and
pitches Show over the ropes to the floor. HHH then hilariously
mocks Show’s choke-slam gesture and draws a huge pop,
basically switching the crowd to his side. Once back in the
ring, the Ref gets bumped, and HHH goes into his bag of
tricks. He grabs his trusty sledgehammer, but Show is there
with a mighty clubbing chop and severs the handle in two.
Both men spill out to the floor and Show rams HHH into the
stairs. Show then tries to pick up the stairs to potentially
bludgeon Trips with them, but he can’t because of the hand.
HHH takes this opportunity to low blow Show, then grab a chair
and wear Show out with it, crushing his hand again as it was
sandwiched on the stair base. HHH then measured Show for the
potential death blow, but Show explodes with a spear! Back
inside, Show signals for the choke slam with the other hand
(and yes, he finally figured out he does indeed have two) but
HHH nails him with the remnant of the Sledgehammer and hits a
pedigree to pick up the win. (He even hides the sledgehammer
after the match in an awesome bit of psychology. Great
stuff).
Winner: HHH. On a side note,
let me congratulate HHH on his future fatherhood. And sure, I
could make the obvious apocalyptic jokes, but I won’t (mostly
due to the fact that everyone has already used the good ones).
But what I can do is say “I told you so!” You
see, it was I who prognosticated this birth about 8 months ago
in my Back-Leg
Frontkick, in a segment called “If They Mated!”
(Conan. You’re check is in the mail, buddy).
Here’s is what I came up with:
HHH and
Stephanie
Hey, for years we've all wondered when
HHH and Stephanie would produce an heir to Vince's throne
(despite what poor Shane and his wife may think) and we now
may have the answer to that. The future of the WWE empire lays
below...
Let us now find out what happens when you
mix the most prominent features of both Triple H and Stephanie
McMahon:

....Hmmm, makes sense to
me.
[Sean's note from 2007: Hey,
turns out Stephanie didn't give birth to a nose with a nipple
but an actual baby girl. I of course went on to further
prognosticate what their child would be like here and ...actually nothing. I just wanted
to link this satire. But tell the truth. You'd mark for Flair
as a babysitter wouldn't
you?]
.


/5삅♴䖋诼ᡈ燿(ၵsᱰ䶋儈䇨?㯿࿃濾>
-Backstage,
we see Masters stretching, when he’s approached by Carlito,
who has a plot to form a partnership tonight in the
elimination chamber. “To cheat death is a power only one has
achieved. But if work together, I know we can discover the
secret!” Ok, Carlito never really said that. Emperor Palpatine
did. But if it meant tricking Masters into helping
him hurl Cena from a skyscraper window ala Palps, I'm all for
it.
[Sean's note from
2007: Ah, John Cena. Things were looking bleak here
at the time, as Cena was amidst a push that overexposed him
more than the Janet Jackson Titty. To his credit though, Cena
persevered and managed to eventually win a lot of people
over. And all it took was Edge, hardwork, and forsaking
the hip hop scene for joining the fake Marines.
Semper
FUBU?]
Shelton Benjamin w/ Mama Vs. Viscera w/
about 3 years to live. Tops.
Shelton and Mama come out, and Shelton
gets on the stick. “No one talks to my Mama that way!” he
says. Mama then grabs the mic and goes off on Vis, but flubs
her line in the middle saying “Benjamin, get your ass out
here!” Wow. It’s times like this I really start thinking she
might not really be his mother…
Big Vis
comes out and the shit is on! And I mean that literally. This
match stunk up the joint. But of no fault of Shelton’s. Crowd
didn’t know who to cheer here, so they really didn’t cheer
anyone. And strangely, sodomy isn't enough to win over the
crowd to Vis's side! No wonder Patterson always worked as a
heel!
Lots of false finishes on Shelton by
Viscera which draws the ire of Mama. Viscera even goes ahead
and applies the aforementioned dry hump to Shelton. And here I
thought getting caught with skin mags in front of Mom was
embarrassing. Anyway, finish sees Viscera get dropped near the
ropes, where Mama gives him two swings of her purse, and
Shelton finishes with a spin-kick.
Winner: Shelton Benjamin. I guess it’s a
trade off. Work great matches no one watches, or be
emasculated and buried in a terrible gimmick, but still get
PPV pay offs. Not that the poor guy has a choice, though.
/5삅♴䖋诼ᡈ燿(ၵsᱰ䶋儈䇨?㯿࿃濾>
- Vince McMahon comes into HBK’s dressing
room and disingenuously wishes him luck tonight for starting
first in the Chamber. HBK speaks up and says that no one
thought a guy who drew number 1 could win the Royal Rumble,
but he did it. Then he rattles off a laundry list of his
accomplishments including the Ladder match at WM X and the
first Hell in the Cell. Vince laughs and says he’ll win when
Hell freezes over. But hey, why would Shawn care what happens
to Hell? He got his free ticket out of that place, remember?
Ashley Vs. Maria Vs. Torrie Wilson Vs.
Candice Vs. Victoria in the FIRST EVER Bra & Panties
gauntlet match.
Hey, I like to masturbate as much as the
next guy (and I have the Teen Wolf palms to prove it) but I
think it’s fair to say that the bra & panties match has
officially lost its appeal. At this point it just doesn’t even
make sense anymore. I mean, we’ve seen half these women naked
already, and the other half pretty much wrestle in their bras
anyway. This kind of reminds me of the hype Vince gave the
Kane Vs. Vader “mask Vs. mask” match in 1998… you know, despite the fact
that 9/10 times anyway, Vader
would just scoop the mask off his sweaty head during his
matches.
Anyway, with all this said, I’m pulling
hard (tee hee) for a Maria victory here. I mean if anyone
deserves a push it’s her. Only in my version she's bent
over and it's me doing the pushing. Hey, don’t judge
me. Like you weren’t thinking the same thing….
Maria starts things out with Candice.
Candice and Maria actually work a semi good match (All my
constant joking aside, I think Candice has really improved).
Maria ends up eliminating Candice after stripping off her top,
then countering Candice’s hanging choke and ripping off her
pants. Next up is what’s left of the anorexic Torrie Wilson.
Torrie actually hits a hand spring elbow, which proves she
actually picked up something useful while storyline fucking
Tajiri in 2002. However, even though Maria loses her top in
the process, she eliminates Torrie relatively quickly while
she was arguing with the referee. Next up is Victoria, who
wastes no time in stripping Marie’s pants off (Testify,
sister.)
At this
point we all know where this is going. What could be done
that’s been overplayed ad nauseam for years? You guessed it.
Mae Young & Moolah come out. And penises across the nation
go from full mast to turtle in record setting time. Mae of
course takes off her shirt, and then her pants to reveal
BLOOMERS. Dear God. Victoria, in shock, while males in
crowd vomit uncontrollably into their overpriced soft drink
containers, attacks Mae, but Moolah is there with the save.
The two then tackle Victoria to the mat and tear her top off
including an attempt on the bra. Man. If 75 year old women
were all this adept at quickly stripping chicks
naked, I'd always be takimg my grandmothers to the clubs with
me. Oh well.
Anyway, Mae
& Moolah then depart the scene, and out comes Ashley, who
quickly pulls Victoria’s pants off to win the match in under a
minute. After the match, Ashley takes her top and skirt off,
just because.
Winner:
Ashley. Keeping her action under one minute is probably
the best idea (an ideal I myself use in lovemaking.). Ashley
has a lot of enthusiasm, but as a wrestler, she makes Giant
Gonzalez look like Lou Thesz. And whatever happened to that
claim during the Divas Search that her Dad was a
wrestler, and that wrestling was in her blood? (Maybe she has
poor circulation?)
/5삅♴䖋诼ᡈ燿(ၵsᱰ䶋儈䇨?㯿࿃濾>
-Backstage
at Instant access area, Shelton & Mama are chatting with
the Internet fans. Mama pulls a brick out of her purse and
Shelton is shocked. If he thinks that's bad, I'd suggest
he never look in the top drawer of her dresser then.
That's a revelation no son should ever
experience.
-Vignette
for the Elimination Chamber follows. It’s an evil and vile
structure. Apparently Satan has forsaken all his
unholy demoic activities recently to design WWE
gimmick matches. Who knew?
Elimination Chamber: (C) John Cena Vs.
Kurt Angle Vs. Shawn Michaels Vs. Kane Vs. Chris Masters Vs.
Carlito: WWE Championship.
First and foremost, it must be said;
there are only two things I hate in wrestling. One is people
who hate on the WWE’s over-pushed guys just because they sell crappy
merchandise and appeal to women and children only. And the
other is John Cena. Haha. Hey, I know, I pretty much stole
this exact spiel from the Austin Powers films. But fuck them.
What has Mike Myers ever done for me?
Anyway, HBK & Cena start things out,
while the other four are relegated to their glass pods. The
crowd absolutely SHITS on everything Cena does. Cena and HBK
trade basic holds, but nothing really comes of it. Countdown
now, and it’s Carlito! Carlito shocks everyone by executing an
awesome over the top rope no hands somersault onto
Michaels who was outside the ring on the steel. Awesome.
Carlito then goes after Cena and gets a pop like he just body
slammed Andre the fucking Giant. This is hilarious. Every time
Cena tries his babyface comeback, there’s raucous booing from
the crowd.
Countdown again, and here
comes Kurt Angle. He explodes with Germans (not THIS, Tm. James Walker) and starts
suplexing everyone in sight multiple times. Angle is a man
possessed here, as he Germans Carlito out of the ring, then
sling-shots HBK into the cage, busting him open. Angle then
applies the ankle lock to Carlito, but the countdown has begun
again, and here’s Masters to break it up.
Masters
catches Cena with an awesome powerslam, and press slams HBK
and slams him as well. He then attempts the Masterlock on
Angle, but Kurt slips out and gets the ankle lock on Masters,
but Cena breaks that up to HUGE boos. Cena attempts an FU, but
Angle wriggles out, and snares Cena in the ankle lock! It
looks bleak for Cena, but here’s HBK with a superkick to Angle
and he covers Kurt and eliminates him. You can collectively
hear the crowd let down on that one.
[Sean's note from 2007: Good to
see WWE learned their lesson in eliminating the crowd favorite
first the next time they did a Chamber match. Oh
wait.]
HBK, Cena, Masters & Carlito
now trade offense, but here’s the final countdown, and
here’s Kane. Kane goes berserk, hitting a huge top rope
clothesline on Masters, followed up by choke-slamming both HBK
and Cena. Masters & Carlito then double up on him, and hit
a double DDT, but Kane no sells it and sits up. Masters then
presses Carlito and dumps him onto Kane, and they gang pin
him. Wow.
This just leaves Carlito, Masters, HBK
& Cena. HBK rallies soon after, and with Carlito and
Masters presumably incapacitated, he goes to work on Cena.
Flying forearm, big elbow, and he tunes up the band and
actually hits the chin music. But Carlito blindsides HBK
before he can cover and finishes him with his spinning
neckbreaker. Holy shit. Didn’t see that coming. In any event,
this just leaves Cena against both Carlito and Masters. They
double team the shit out of Cena but Carlito insists that
Masters apply the Masterlock to him. Masters reluctantly
agrees, and Carlito of course double crosses him, and low
blows Masters, rolling him up from behind. However, as Carlito
is posturing, Cena immediately rolls Carlito up from behind to
win the match.
Winner &
still Champion: John
Cena....


/5
...But wait, here’s Vince McMahon. He
demands the cage be raised because “the night is not over
yet”. Edge is cashing in his Money in the Bank, RIGHT NOW.
Edge w/Lita Vs. (C) John Cena: WWE
Championship Match.
Hey, it’s funny how in about a one minute
radius, Edge has gone from Matt Hardy coined “feces”
to just about the biggest “face” in New York State right now.
Awesome.
Anyway, the
match is underway, Edge attacks, and gets a huge spear, but
Cena kicks out at 2 and seven/eighths. Edge starts freaking
out, but gets himself composed, and hits spear number two.
1..2…3. New Champion crowned as children across the country
disappointedly throw down their foam knucks in unison, and go
outside for the first time in months and end up losing 30
pounds.
Winner &
New Champion: Edge. Hey, let this be a lesson to you. Just
because you sleep with your best friend’s girlfriend, get
injured all the time, and have a hard time getting
over, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be WWE Champion.
Oh wait. Yes it does. Ah, I’m just kidding. Huge mark-out
moment here. And I'll go on record and say Edge deserves it.
Hats off (at a jaunty angle) to Cena as well for working
hard.
-Edge
celebrates with the belt (which one can only hope will be
obliterated off the face of the Earth
by tomorrow) as Cena looks on, wearing the crimson
mask, dejected.
[Sean's note from 2007: Turns
out they never did dispose of that fucking belt. In fact, I've
gone on to realize that I actually like Cena and just hated
that championship. And besides, since he's a umm,
"Military man" now, why does Cena even have that
monstrosity? When was the last time you saw Colin Powell or
Norman Schwarzkopf wearing a spinning hubcap with
fucking rhinestones? And Yes, that's how we're wrapping
up (rapping up?) here.
Whatever.].
=NA
End Show.
Final Thoughts: This show was better than I expected.
Trish & Mickie built well to an eventual
full blown heel turn for one of them. HHH going over at this
point was probably the best thing right now. And Carlito
really shone as a star tonight and stepped up. The Edge Money
in the Bank ending was a little foreshadowed earlier in the
evening, but a nice surprise regardless. I think I would have
put my head through my TV ala Freddy Krueger in Elm Street 3
if the actual Chamber finish had closed the show, but
luckily it didn’t. And Hey, I pick on Cena a little bit, but
it’s all in jest. I just hope to see them take the character
in a new non-clichéd direction. I’m not so much Anti-Cena as
I’m Anti-pandering babyface. But whatever.
In any event, the good out weighed the
bad here, so Thumbs up.
I’m Sean.