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TNA has always delivered high-quality wrestling with their yearly Bound for Glory Pay-Per-View. Since it's their biggest PPV of the year, every match always seems to end in just the right way, and everyone knows that this was money well spent (Becuase you did BUY this, right? Don't worry, we know you did.)

 Well, This year happened, and.....oh boy.

Fair warning: This will seem a lot funnier if you know who i'm talking about. If you don't, you'll prolly still like it. you can go to tnawrestling.com for info on the strange wrestlers I am about to mention, as well as videos of their weirdness....It's hard out here for a wrestling fan. I'm not going to mention names, so much as i'm going to just say there gimmicks, and you can see how riducklus this is....

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Hey everyone. This here be Zach Macias, otherwise known as ZachMG on the 'Tube (not expecting anyone to recognize the name. I'm not THAT self-indulgent). Anyways, I figured this might be a fine place to post random interesting/irritating things that you probably don't care about. And seeing as this is a spot for one of the coolest reviewers on the web , I figured what the hell, I'll review the things I come across. Things I'll review (assuming I get around to reviewing things on a timely basis, no guarantees) should range from movies to video games to everyday things you encounter. Anyways, onto the show...

I went onto YouTube the other day to check the 13 bajillion "how do u maek legos moov??/" questions I get on a semi-hourly basis (that's my thing. LEGO stop-motion films), and I noticed they featured a video of the newest cup-stacking world record (instead of featuring one of the many undiscovered, actually good videos that people put effort into creating. Who wants to watch that when they can watch a dog snoring as it sleeps? Idiots on YouTube, apparently) . I sat and watched the 24 second video f a group of kids doing a relay 3-6-3 cup stack pattern, and let the memories slide into the front of my brain.

To those unfamiliar with cup-stacking, the title alone pretty much sums it up. Yes, I'm serious, people actually stack cups, unjustly called a "sport." Yes, I know I'm echoing about 90% of the comments the video's gotten, but really, come on. But I guess since they consider other things like fishing and car racing to be sports, why the fuck not this? Anyways, so it's a "sport" (shudder) where you basically stack cups in certain patterns with different cups, like in a 3-6-3 where you stack two sets of three cups and then one with six cups in the middle, a 1-10-1, where you have a stack of ten and two single cups on the side, and so on. The point is to be accomplish these stacks as fast as you can, so it requires some degree of hand-eye coordination. This was probably several kids' last-ditch effort to technically call themselves part of a team sport who didn't have any apparent talent in another actual sport.

I remember we had to do this in PE in elementary school. That's right, we actually dedicated over a month of our precious time to stacking cups in PHYSICAL Education class. I mean, PE sucked ass in general, but now this was just an insult. We would do our daily warmups (my personal favorite was this one: Stand up and lift one knee, then touch it to the opposite elbow. Repeat on the opposite. Rinse, wash, and repeat ad nauseum. Now perform this in front of a mirror and proceed to laugh at how retarded you look), then go into a tiny room with a table and a couple sets of "professional grade" cups (because apparently cup-stacking is an activity that employs the use of the most elite and well-created cups in the world) where we would stack these fuckers for 2 hours straight. Move those arms, flex those fingers kids! Make sure that cup lands in the middle between those other two or else the rest of the tower will collapse! Goddamn, that was completely worthless. Even worse, we had to shell out $20 to buy our own set that we only going to use for a month and never use again.

God, I hate the public school system. This is the definition of the worthless bullshit they make us do in the name of earning a passing grade. Seriously, pretty much nothing I have learned in public school other than math I will likely use in real life. Why don't they actually teach you something that's important, like how to write a resume or public speaking? But no, they just use up your precious brain cells with 10+ years worth of useless crap, exhibit you in front of the school board to show how good they are at teaching you said worthless crap, then toss high school diploma in your hand that in essence says "Congrats, you've put up with this bullshit for 4 years!" then dump you out into the world, more or less unprepared to start your life. Even worse are those big-shot football (or worse, lacrosse) jocks who prance around acting like total assholes with no regard or respect to anyone or anything, and people follow them around like lapdogs because, for some reason, they're into that kind of thing. They're the kind of people who walk from high school realizing "Huh, I'm a social fuckup, apparently," and spend the rest of their lives working at a grocery store or for some nerd they used to make fun of back in school.

But anyways, I digress. Let's take a look at some of cup stacking's redeeming qualities, as few and limited as they may be. Pretty much the purpose of most organized sports, besides the love of the game and competing in how much HGH you can inject into yourself than the next guy, is to put on a show for an audience, and it can't be denied, watching people stack cups in such formation in under 2 seconds can be kinda cool to watch. If you swallow your pride enough to actually watch people stack cups, it's actually pretty amazing just how fast it moves. But this amazement is short lived when you realize "Wow, I'm watching people stack cups" and shut off the video to go find a cooler way to kill 15 minutes. The lasting appeal of watching cup-stacking is about as long as watching the National Spelling Bee on ESPN (again, why is this considered enough of a "sport" to be shown on ESPN?). It's kind of fun to see the words they make these kids spell, but it gets old fast.

Even worse, what's there to take away from cup stacking? In other sports like baseball or tennis, even if you're not good at it, you're still getting in physical activity which helps keep you in shape later in life and helps you pick up chicks in college. But what can you take away from cup stacking? Nothing, except the ability to stack cups in a timely manner. Really, all I can see cup stacking being worthful in the future is being able to impress your boss at McDonalds. "That's the best damn cup-stacking job I've ever seen, son! Hell, with talent like that, you might just become assistant manager someday. Now go clean up the vomit under Table 3, will ya?"

If anyone who stacks cups as a "sport" is reading this, yeah, I guess you have the right to be upset at me, but really, can you disagree? The only thing going for cup stacking is that it can look cool for a bit. Other than that, there's not enough redeeming value for many people to compete in it or watch others compete in it. The only entertainment I can see stacking cups would be when you're drunk or inebrated in another way with a friend, and you're competing with each other. Better yet, it's probably a fun way to clean up your beer-pong set up before your parents come home. But really, cup stacking, while having the ability to look cool for a bit, has no business being called a "sport."

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I finally got back into wrassling after a several month absence. It was quite different to how I remembered it. No one like The Rock, Stone Cold... Although HHH is (or should that be was?) still around. There was also things that I had to learn to accept, such as The Spirit Squad and Big Dick Johnson, the latter I still have nightmares about to this day. I thought I had it figured. Then, there was Rosie and Donald. For the week after, I decided to go and skip any WWE related programming based on this disaster. If the WWE actually had any competition (oh c'mon, TNA is so lame that I wouldn't even call it competition), they would have shot themselves in the foot. Unfortunately, they have none, so week after week, we end up eating disguised as "sports entertainment". Oh, and there's The Great Khali. But we'll let that cat out of the bag later. So here I am, back again, ready for my next serving of slop.

RAW opens with a tribute to the late Bam Bam Bigelow. R.I.P.

After the WWE logo ("If ya smell...YOU'RE FIRED!"), we get a recap from last week. Oh good. This should bring me up to speed. Rated RKO apparently brought out Hacksaw Jim Duggan (who, for a moment, I thought was Eugene). They do their chair finisher, while at least 4 referees try to break it up. I say "try", they appear to be standing there. I think the WWE should reconsider their policy of hiring blind referees. HBK appears to shrug it off. How caring. Ric Flair comes along and says he's going to watch HBK's back, saying "I love you guys". Um, OK, we'll just pretend you didn't say that. By the way, I get the feeling I know where this is heading... And whaddyaknow, it dissolves into Ric being laid out. Orton and Edge were the last two seen in Flair's locker room. Nah, that must be coincidence... HBK comes out, and it appears that the spliced-in dialouge was taken while on the toilet. ("I will go down...IN A BLAZE OF GLORY!"). HBK gets predictably destroyed. If you didn't guess this was going to happen... you need to get out more. But wait, HBK bounds back! After taking Edge and Orton down, he gets possessed by HHH and pulls out a sledgehammer. OK... Edge gets the hell out, as HBK plans the Conchairto (sic?) on Orton. In a hilarious bit of editing, HBK is seen raising the chair several times, while The Incredible Hulk growls. Excuse me while I fall out of my chair laughing.

As we get to RAW, it appears there no intro. I guess it's being tweaked for the sixth time in a matter of weeks. DX, sorry, HBK comes out. And here comes the long ass 15 minute promo of the week, I presume. It appears that the best way to open a wrestling show is have several people talking. Zzzzz... The crowd thinks differently to me and cheers like the second coming of Jesus. "DX Lives On" one crowd sign proclaims. "Limps" would be a better way of putting it. HBK proclaims that he feels like bringing down all the bullies in the world. In fact, he wants to be WWE champ. Oh, this is the last show to the Royal Rumble, and it suddenly hits me that this is going to be 85% promo. Edge comes along just as HBK says that no one can stop him. You knowing it's tempting fate to say that. Edge goes on about how he will we win the Rumble. "Shut up!" orders HBK, as he calls "gutless coward" Edge down. They brawl on the ramp. They go over the crowd railing. And once again, the referees seem to be slacking off. Just one ref! I can I imagine in the Staff Room, he was only one not drinking beer on the couch. "Shouldn't we help?" "Yeah, but these outfits are dry clean only! I can't get beer on this!" It appears several more join, while I check to see if any has any beer stains apparent. Sadly not. They finally seperate them, but in truly hilarious moment, HBK jumps on Edge. Kamikaze! They are seperated again, and we go to break...

When we return the pair are still brawling, this time in the backstage. How they did end up there? Did they teleport there or something? The fight ends when the pair fly into iron pipes. Coach fumes. Wait, how did he get there? It's obvious because it's the same way he got his assistant position: magic. Coach tells the refs to lock HBK in a locker room. Coach, I think you're confusing "locker room" with "jail"... Cut to the ring, and it's a special RAW vs. Smackdown! match. The way everyone seems to cross brands, why don't they get rid of the roster split? Jeff Hardy runs out, as a recap of Matt Hardy vs. Joey Mercury from Smackdown! plays. Nitro attacks Matt. It appears the Mercury has robbed Mick Foley's house, as he's wearing Mankind's mask. If he starts hanging out in boiler rooms, get worried. MNM pop out with Mercury, who I will now call Merkind. So, here is Jeff Hardy vs. Merkind w/ Nitro and Melina. Jeff jumps on Merkind and Nitro before they even enter the ring, as Melina chickens off. Merkind and Jeff get in the ring, only for Merkind to slide Jeff out of the ring (who appears to land quite painfully). Nitro exposes the concrete, but the ref decides to jump out of the ring and reprimand him. Look, you are not Jeff Hardy. Just accept it. And here comes Melina and HER VERY ANNOYING VOICE. The ref ejects Nitro and Melina. Jeff returns to the ring, but Merkind dominates. Jeff turns the tables, culiminating in the Whisper in the Wind. A Twist of Fate and Jeff gets the pin. Merkind is actually failing about "from the pain", apparently. Surely the pin should be broken though, as Merkind's shoulders certainly weren't down while he shakes about like a toddler. Nitro and Melina return, as Jeff leaves. They are fighting at the Royal Rumble apparently. Yeah, because we haven't seen that the last 2 PPVs. Meanwhile, Coach talks to Vince, who rejects Coach's idea of throwing them out of the building, and sets a main event of Edge vs. HBK in a Street Fight. My powers detect a Randy Orton run-in! Vince also says he wants to make an announcement in the ring. Is he finally going to admit he's a crazy old man who deserves to be put in home? We'll find out after the break!

Royal Rumble promo touting Cena vs. Umaga. Wait, wasn't that heading the last PPV? This is why we don't need 15 PPVs year, Dubya Dubya Eee.

And here's The Chairman of the WWE, along with Coach. And yes, he's doing that weird strut thing. I think he has enough money now to get that red hot poker out of his . Apparently he read a letter by Donald Trump last week. I'm glad I didn't see that. He's now going to make a response. Listen Vince, I'm going to make this very clear: Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares... "You Suck" chants rain down, as King tries cover it as "Use Trump". Nice try, but they're definetly not saying "Boourns". Vince seems quite annoyed. Maybe he might be getting the message. He says that now Trump's feud with Rosie is ending, Rosie's TV ratings are going into the toilet, which is where the fans' mind are right now (nice sneer, but where does that leave yours?). Aww, do I have to write about this? Vince is going to guest on The Apprentice. Whoop-de-doo. Screw it, I'm just going to skip through this. Blah, blah, blah, blah, shill. Vince says that idiots say "What?", to which they promptly do. Idiots. Nothing worse than an old chant - an old chant for a star who isn't even around anymore. Shill, ego boosting, blah, yadda yadda, elf, pixie, Wal-Mart, ASDA, blah, blah, blah. He says he "loves us". Well, if you put it that way... But he's going to give us the reward next week. I can't wait! Here comes Cena. Da champ is heher! Yo word up! "Peace up, peace up, peace up," he tells Vince. Who actually uses that in real conversation? Seriously. Cena wins the hearts and minds of people everywhere by calling Vince a "pussbag". Vince does his anger thing. That or he's getting onset with a case of the runs. The fans apparently agree with me and Cena that Vince needs to shut his yapper. Cena lets rip on Vince for his obession with Trump and how obessions are a bad thing for Vince. DX reference... Following by a surprising one about XFL, you know, Vince's failed football league. I suspect whoever wrote this is on the dole right now. Coach comes to Vince's defence. And this is booooooring. Cena, please follow your own advice. Coach slips and admits that Vince doesn't have as much money as Trump, to which Vince yells at him. Vince gets revenge by putting Cena against Coach. Oh jeez. 20 second squash match. Lame. Break.

When we return, Chris Masters is out. We get a recap, where Faarooq is against Masters. Since when did he start wrestling? Finally, Super Crazy is given something to do by breaking it up. That's how we get Chris Masters vs. Super Crazy tonight. A bizzare interview snippet plays before we get to match. Apparent Super Crazy broke up the Masterlock Crazy because "Iam super, I am crazy, I'm Super Crazy!" That's not really a reason... starts well, but Masters overtakes him with raw power. Crazy manages to get going again and gets off a Missile Dropkick from the turnbuckle, before a Lionsault and a 2 count. The Masters locks Crazy into a Masterlock, but Crazy, using the ropes, reverses it into another pin, and Masters doesn't release the hold. Masters thinks he's won... Until Crazy's music starts playing. Haw, haw! Seriously, what sort of ending is that! That's rubbish! Vince and Coach chat about Cena's match in the back. Vince is more concerned with showing his love for the fan's, and tells Coach the match is still on. Break.

Wrestlemania 23 promo. It's 69 days away, you know.

HBK tapes up his wrists. What about the giant plaster on your forehead? Never mind... Here's Maria. She's purty. She's interviewing Kenny, who looks like a young Ric Flair. He says he's going to win the Rumble. Woooo! It turns out he facing Carlito tonight. Typical promo. Nothing exciting. Cut to Edge, who is taped up around the waist. Randy Orton pops in, who looks more like a blueberry tonight thanks to his bruises. Edge didn't expect to see him. Orton gets in his face about not defending him last week. Edge asks whether he will help later on. Orton says he can't guarantee it. Oooh, tension! I'm actually curious as to how this plays out. J.R. tells us Cena vs. Coach is up next. Great. Breaktime.

They shill for Saliva, who are doing Wrestlemania's theme song. Cena heads down. Coach pops out but decides he's going to change the match, seeing as Vince is not longer here (yay!). A handicap match, where Cena has to be thrown the top rope, is started. Coach will fight Cena after he's been ejected. Cade and Murdoch rush down. And surprisingly, they lay into Cena. Oh wait, he's fighting back now. Cena eliminates Murdoch by F.U. The World's Greatest Tag Team enter the fray. Oh goodie, another demolition of RAW's tag division. Just what we need. An intense Viscera joins in. J.R. slips and says Cena is being "strechered out". I wish... And here comes Khali. Wasn't this guy barred from doing live shows? HE'S RUBBISH! Khali starts attacking the tag teams and eliminating them. As Khali celebrates, Cena tries to jump from the top rope, but Khali no sells. Cena is eliminated. Khali throws Cena into the ring steps. Obviously he's stepping up his attack. Sorry. A Cena beatdown ensues. Khali leaves, and Coach tries to sneak a victory. Cena gets out of it. Dum, dum, dum, dum! It's Supercena! Oh wait, here's Umaga. Coach strolls out. Coach DQed. A table is slid into the ring. Samoan Spike straight to the throat. The problem I have with it is that it's not very spectacular finisher. And his other one is just stolen from Rikishi. Coach and Estrada set up the table. Umaga places Cena on it. Umaga gets up on the top rope and BAH GAWD! splashes Cena through. THAT TABLE HAS A FAMILY, DAMMIT! Estrada does the 10 count for the Last Man Standing match. Referees enter scene, late again. Dudes, put down the brewskis! People might stop being injured!

We return, where several replays show Umaga splatting Cena through a table. On a side note, why are there tables under the ring? Do they have a picnic or something? If so, I reckon Trevor Murdoch and Viscera fight over the mustard, while Faarooq screams "DAMN!" Cena tries to get up, but nearly ends up knocking the cameraman over. You're too close! Use the zoom function! The WWE all too commendably shows the extent of the damage, which I hope might stop some idiots attempting this in their backyard. J.R. can barely get a few words in before Candice pops in. A replay of Candice's nose break is shown. Well, Victoria has to get her kicks. Her partner, Mickie James heads down, while King shills for Skittles calling them "fruity, delicious, delicious, fruity, fruity, fruity" Damn, man, get a theasurus or something. Gridiron Gang, The Rock's new film, is apparently out on DVD, so yet again, another one of The Rock's films comes to DVD in the States before it even opens in cinemas here. Something wrong with that, isn't there? Melina and Victoria follow. Interestingly, Victoria has the word "Hot!" on her butt. Curious. Still, it gives me an excuse to stare, so how do I complain? Melina/Victoria vs. Candice/Mickie gets underway. Mickie and Melina start off, with Mickie delivering a dropkick. She then gives Melina a good spank. Yay, she's off her meds! Mickie is on top (whoops!), until Victoria trips her up. Candice runs in while the ref deals with Victoria, trying to get a piece of her, but the referee breaks it up. Victoria is tagged in. Melina and Victoria perform a "double hairpull" on Mickie (at least that's what J.R. calls it). Near fall, as Victoria dominates. Melina is tagged in, and she and Victoria perform another double team on Mickie. Melina starts strangling Mickie in the ropes, before Victoria delivers a kick to Mickie's face. Watch it, love! Another 2 count, when Candice breaks up Melina's pin. Victoria in and she puts Mickie in the corner. Nobody puts Baby in the corner! She rushes at her - nobody home. Mickie tries to tag in Candice, but Victoria grasps her leg. Mickie makes the tag! A solid round of clotheslines to Victoria, before dropkicking Melina from the apron. Victoria manages to get Candice and knees her in the face. Victoria kicks Mickie off the apron. Victoria tries for the Widow's Peak, but Mickie breaks it and Mickie and Candice perform a "double hairpull" (you know, I don't think it's called that). Mickie gets on the apron. Mickie splashes Melina, while Candice does a Spinning Reverse Elbow from the second rope. Pin fall! We see a slide for HBK/Edge and Edge appears to be pulling his jacket apart like a flasher. "Hey, baby, would like you to see something?" And on that note, we go to a break.

And now the WWE Slam of the Week, thanks to Gridiron Gang. Stop reminding me it's not out yet! Carlito apparently said what we were all thinking and said Vince had "no idea what the fans want". Now THAT'S cool! "They want to see fights!" he helpfully advices. Interestingly, Vince decides to start stripping off, ready for a fight. Dude, you're a human punching bag! I'd stop fighting if I was that rubbish. Oh wait, it's Khali. From now on this paragraph will be Khali speak. AggfkljhlnklCarlitoczjgjjjjlosesgkxkulVincehzjkhgh"that'scool"gzkxljzxfBreak.

We return to see Carlito coming out with Torrie. And here comes one half of The Heartthrobs... Oh wait, it's Kenny. Wearing pink trunks. No. Just don't. Kenny vs. Carlito w/Torrie begins. They lock up. Carlito feigns an eye poke, before chopping Kenny. Woooooooooooooooo! Carlito rams Kenny into another turnbuckle, and takes command. Kenny manages to tip the scales by pulling on Carlito's hair (?). Many quick covers by Kenny. Torrie starts slapping the mat to try and rise Carlito out of a submission. Hey, stop that! Carlito elbows out of it, and gains some momentum. Kenny ducks a Springboard, but Carlito lays in some left hands (I'm a leftie...). Carlito pulls of a Hurracuranna and King acts like he's never seen it before ("Nice move!" Yeah, Ken Shamrock would be proud). Near fall. The pair excange pins, before Kenny uses Carlito's tights to grab the 3 count. Kenny rushes out of ring faster than grease lightning! Now you see 'im, now ya don't! The Rated RKO/DX recap from the start of the show plays again. I never knew the Eee were so green.

An ECW promo airs. I try so hard to forget this brand exists, it's not funny. "Duh, how about we create a new ECW, but we only push guys who have never been in ECW!" "Good idea!"

Yo, yo, it's Cryme Tyme, offering numbers to the Rumble match to Super Crazy and Eugene. That the best they can do? Surely the RAW locker room would be swarming to get them? Crazy wants any number because he's Super, he's... That's not really an explaination, is it? That's just saying your name. Matt Damon. Crazy appears to be overjoyed. MATT DAMON. Speaking of the challenged, here's Eugene. He gets 30 for his trouble, but they dupe him into thinking it's not a good number, and try to offer him number 1. He exchanges, but not before pulling some money from his tights. He's lucky he hasn't got a paper cut! Eugene hops off (?) and JTG asks Shad if the tickets are real, which they aren't. JTG then asks if "The Scream" painting they sold was real. Wait, what? They go along on their way, singing "Money!" Money is money, I guess, even if it's been lodged down south. Faarooq walks in with a copy of "The Scream". Can you guess? "DAMN!" Oh, you clever writers, I never would have suspected that, what with it being a running joke for 4 months now... King suggests Cryme Time should say "not guilty" instead of "money". Yeah, that was so funny, King, a little part of me died inside. Another soundtrack shill, this time for the Royal Rumble. They run through the card. Yay, Kennedy vs. Batista for the World Title! Shame he's not going to win. Yet another Cena recap runs. Another recap runs, this time for Edge/HBK. This show is so full of recaps, they actually add a good 15 to 30 minutes to the running time. Wow. The Eee are green to da EXTREME! Break.

Edge enters the ring and stalks around the ring. HBK rushes in at breakneck speed and Edge vs. HBK begins, under Street Fight rules. HBK strips off Edge's shirt, and undoes his belt and... How about that for subtext? He starts whipping Edge with the belt. I am getting the right version of RAW, right? It's doesn't help that King and J.R. are talking about HBK's "feelings that he's been trying to surpress for years" that have "arisen again". It's just unintentional... Unintentional... Hopefully. HBK brings in 2 chairs and a trashcan from under the apron. HBK clonks Edge over the head with the trash can. He then chucks it out in the announcer's direction. Hey, what did they do you, huh? A clothesline sends Edge over the ropes. HBK goes for a flip over the ropes but Edge hits him with the trashcan lid in mid-air. We cut to a break.

We return and Edge is now dominating, and HBK is bleeding. What is it with veterans and bleeding? They seem to bleed at regular intervals. We see a clip from the break, where Edge bulldogs HBK onto the ring steps. I presume that's why HBK's bleeding. That or there was a strong gale. J.R. suffers a fruedlian slip when he says the "steel steps... sexes" have been brought in. You had it right the first time. Edge gets some chain from under the apron and low blows HBK with it. Edge gets on the turnbuckle and starts lifting the ladder. He falls back... HOLY ! He drops the ladder on HBK! BAH GAWD, THAT LADDER HAS STEPCHILDREN! (sorry!) Near fall. Edge lays the ladder on the pair of ring steps, creating a sort of bridge. Edge tries to powerbomb HBK onto the ladder, but HBK beats him with right hands. Edge and HBK exchange blows. HBK makes his comeback, and WWE cuts some to some lady in the crowd. Great. Get back the match at hand. HBK takes the chain and wraps it round his his fist and Edge's face, before slamming Edge's face into the turnbuckle. MY FACE! Edge bleeds as HBK adjusts the ladder. HBK slams Edge onto the ladder. Um, HBK, could you release your hand from Edge's crotch? You seem to be holding it there an awfully long... AAH, don't slide it across his body! You know, I'm beginning to think that's not subtext afterall. As I write this, I'm looking at the Wrestlecrap forums, and it appears someone has turned that moment into GIF. You can see it here, but I wouldn't if I was you. Don't say I didn't warn you. I'd make some witty comment, but those forumites have already said them. A weakened HBK climbs the turnbuckle, but Edge climbs up. After some punches, HBK throws Edge onto the ladder - OUCH! As the ref moves the ladder out of further harm, HBK moves to the opposite turnbuckle and Elbow Drops Edge. He then has some weird fit, which I presume is his attempt at a dance. HBK tries for the Sweet Chin Music, but Edge counters. Cut to a woman utterly bored out of her skull. You're in the wrong show, love! The Kaizer Chiefs are on tomorrow! Edge goes for a Spear, but HBK jumps him (whoops!). HBK follows his fists to Edge's skull with a chair shot. HBK primes for the Conchairto. Isn't that a evil move? Hmmm. Golly, my interference sense is tingling! It serves me right - Orton rushes in and delivers an RKO. Edge sneaks a pin. Good match, lame ending. But this is free TV, what do we expect? Well, that's the normal RA... Orton just threw Edge over the top rope! What's going on? Oh my Gosh! Orton sets up the Conchairto on HBK and here comes Ric Flair with 2 Low Blows! Mommy, I feel that! Here comes Kenny, AND WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WEARING PINK? Flair thrown over the top rope. I know where this is heading... Enter Carlito. HBK gets to his feet, hits Orton and delivers Sweet Chin Music on Kenny. Wait for it... Oh my god, he killed Kenny! That ! He delivers another to Carlito... Wait, isn't Carlito a face? He's on your side, jerk! Then again, given his lack of interest in Hacksaw's beating, I guess we shouldn't be surprised. A final one for Orton, sending Orton over the rope! Weeee! HBK randomly slams a chair into another chair. What did the chair to you? You know, HBK wouldn't be the first "hero" to be a dick. A bloodied Edge and HBK enchange glances as we go off the air.

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