Post by salTy on Aug 9, 2006 1:54:13 GMT -5
My experience at SD/ECW tonight. *Spoilers* and opinions.
My night was awesome before the show even started. The ticket I purchased was for will call, but apparently their tickets weren't working on the scanners. Therefore, my ticket was cast aside and I received a different ticket. "Is this ticket for the same spot as my last one?" I said. "I don't know" the scanner lady replied. I shrugged and went on my way. After glancing at my newly found ticket I saw that it was indeed different. Not having good knowledge of the arena, I couldn't tell if it was better or worse. Instead of section 6 it was section 3, and instead of row K it was row B. I hoped for the best and went to go buy a Sabu t-shirt.
Unfortunately the line was packed with Batista fans running over each other, so I decided I'd check out my seat while the stand calmed down. The sections were in the 100s so I was already confused. I looked at the numbering system and assumed that 103 meant 3. But after looking at other fans' tickets where the 100s were present, I began to wonder just where the hell I was going to be sitting. I ask a security guard and much to my delightment, I was on the floor! For the first time in 13 years I was on the floor, right behind the announce table no less.
I make my way down the stairs and get pointed in the proper direction. Now was the time to find my row. Still being psyched about actually being on the floor I don't even pay attention to the lettering system. It isn't long until I'm standing at the front row. "I guess I should look for my row now"; I say to myself. Much again to my delightment row one was row A, meaning that row B, my row, was row 2! Row 2! A little confusion earned me a second row seat! I bought an $8.50 beer to celebrate. I'm sure I made to TV for Friday SD and I was probably on tonight as well. I was to the left of the guys with the CM Punk and Rolling Eyes sign. I was in a black Public Enemy hat and solid black shirt which switched to a black Sabu shirt. At that point I began using my other black shirt as a 'terrible towel'. I didn't have time to craft a sign unfortunately.
Dark Match: Sho Funaki vs. Chuck Palumbo
Being the first match of the evening, Funaki got a reasonable reaction from the crowd. Palumbo did some pretty good heel antics in the ring. At one point I called him a piece of S*** which prompted the guard to warn me about my language. I'm a mark at live shows to begin with, and I was still psyched about my seat. Anyway, after earning some decent babyface reactions, Funaki wins with a roll-up.
Winner: Funaki via pinfall
Smackdown! begins.
JBL and Michael Cole come out to JBL's music. I mark out HUGE for JBL as does a good portion of the crowd. I don't care if he sucks in the ring, he's damn entertaining.
The Great Khali and Daivari come out to some decent heat. I already hated Khali, so it wasn't hard for me to get into that. Daivari gets on the mic still with some steady heat going about. He calls out The Undertaker who comes out to a huge pop and without his tights not even completely on(the shoulder straps were down). He puts the beatdown on Khali suprisingly and chokeslams him! We go nuts the entire time right down to when 'Taker makes his exit.
Winner: Undertaker via chokeslam
Daivari whines about something to Teddy Long who makes the Last Man Standing match between 'Taker and Khali to take place next week.
Gregory Helms vs. Tatanka
The referee 'Little Natche' got a chant from myself and the CM Punk guys. We asked him to give us a 'Whoooo', but he said he couldn't. Then I gave him the insane Flair-faced 'Whoooo' which seemed to frighten him a bit. He did flash us the Four Horsemen hand sign when we prompted him, though.
It was difficult to get into this match considering no one really giving a crap about either wrestler. Not really a good match. Almost no chemistry between these guys. Tatanka got some noticeable babyface reactions during the resthold and 'hulk up'. He lost when the referee didn't notice his foot under the rope and counted 3. Pretty much a useless encounter. I see no feud happening.
Winner: Helms via pinfall.
I think at this point we were subject to Ashley and Kristal trying their damndest to sleep with Luke Perry, who was going to be the judge of the Diva talent contest.
Sylvester Turkay w/ Elijah Burke vs. Starr(jobber)
This was a stinker squash. Neither Turkay nor Elijah did anything to get heat other than beat up Starr after the match.
K.C. James & Idol Stevens w/ Michelle McCool vs. London & Kendrick in a Non-title match
Nick Patrick makes his way down. He was also heckled by myself and the CM Punk guys. We get his attention by chanting 'NWO' and he flashes the Wolfpac hand sign.
The only reaction the no-names get is for Michelle who looked incredibly hot in her mini-skirt and heels. She had it going on to say the least. London & Kendrick come out to a decent pop and an 'ROH' chant by the CM Punk guys and myself which captures Kendrick's attention.
This was a pretty good match, mainly due to London & Kendrick being in control most of the time. But, when the no-names were in control it wasn't half bad. London & Kendrick are a solid team and they work well together. Unfortunately the no-names won the bout when one of them got the pin by getting a handful of Kendrick's shorts.
Winners: No-names via heel pinfall w/ Michelle McCool looking incredibly tasty.
Let's see. I think at this point we see Rey Mysterio and the Guerrero female talking. She convinces Rey not to fight Chavo out of respect for Eddie. He agrees not to, in the name of Eddie.
Rey Mysterio vs. Mr. Kennedy
Ken received nothing but face cheers from what I heard. They may change this for Friday, but he got face pops. This was a damn good match according to me. I'm willing to forgive Kennedy for his stinker with Super Crazy after watching this match. He has a clean slate to work with for me. The sing-a-long with Ken was nice and Rey got a great reaction before, and during the match. When he gets ready to hit the 619, Chavo runs out which causes Rey to give Chavo a missle dropkick instead. They begin to fight outside which prompts Ms. Guerrero to run out and get caught in the crossfire. Chavo carries her to the back with Rey in a close follow. Kennedy gets cheers on his way out. He needs a face turn.
Winner: Rey Mysterio via DQ.
I believe at this point we were subject to a Boogyman promo vid. I didn't care.
At this point, the Diva search girls make their way out along with the Miz who needs to be out of arena and off televisions. He didn't Hoo-rah at any point, which was good. He was looking at me when I told him he sucked. Layla blew me a kiss, and I then realized she reminded me of a girl I had sex with a couple of weeks ago. Luke Perry was cool, and after all that he came and sat down in front of where I was to enjoy the show as well. He was an extremely nice guy. Anyway, on with the skanks.
Each girl was given a minute to prove how talented she was. They brought in a mixed martial arts guy from Nashville to be their punching bag should they choose to attempt beating him up. Random blonde girl was first. After claiming Steve Austin was her favorite wrestler, she attempted to do an impression of him. She did the worst impression of him I believe I've ever seen. She started off by giving our Nashville resident some poorly placed kicks and followed up by pooring beer on herself. She then jumped like an idiot and wooed for the next 30 seconds. Yeah, we booed minus the beer being poored on her love pillows.
Next was Deever, who gave us all a top notch strip show dressed as a cop. She actually took the entire minute to dance and never slowed down. Before I even go into the next two, she is undoubtedly the most talented of the contestants. She gave us what we were all wanting and she looked damn good doing it. Not only all that, but she was incredibly grateful of our cheers. You keep the ones around that are grateful to the fans. She also threw a beer can at Random blonde girl who then tried cat fighting her. After that was over, Deever spouted some unintelligibles into the mic. Still, she was awesome.
Anyway, up next was GTA Hooker. She looked interesting in her karate gi complete with the black belt. Once on the mic, she proclaimed the gi far too hot and stripped down to her leopard print undies. She also took our Nashville resident and proceeded to.....get ready....give him....a HIP THROW! That's right, a move I learned when I was a white belt in karate. The patented hip throw. Now before someone proclaims how impressive it was for her to throw the man, I've hip thrown men over twice my weight. It's the easiest throw in all of martial arts. Of course, being the dumb pregnant dog she is, Milena proceeded to do....nothing. After the white belt throw, our fellow Nashvillian joined us a ringside. She did absolutely nothing for the next 40 seconds or so. She grabbed a mic at one point only to be unsympathetically booed, and deservingly so.
The main course was only seconds away, however, as it was Titty's turn. Her talent was.....getting on the mic and telling the other Diva's how sucky their talents were. Yep. I couldn't even tell what she was saying over the boos. Not like it was probably worth hearing anyway, but damn we booed her. She is an absolute bimbo, and her mumbling, bumbling words make her look even more like a stupid pregnant dog.
So after that crap, Miz says something and gives the mic to Perry. We all know what Luke is thinking, but he lets us in the audience do the voting. "Random blond girl!" Booo! "Deever!" YAY!! "GTA Hooker!" Booo! "JT Titty!" Booo! Deever unanimously won and rightfully so. She should win the entire sha-bang. She entertained and showed how gracious she was of our enjoyment. The others were garbage and put forth zero effort.
Winner: Deever(Layla)
Vito vs. Sylvan
Sylvan comes out to almost zero heat but his physique looks impressive, and that's what's important. Vito comes out to a reasonable pop, and is wearing a polka-dotted dress this week. The match was ok, but Vito wasn't in control enough to carry that piece of garbage Sylvan. Vito got another decent pop for dancing around and holding the bottom of his dress before putting his patented Tea Bag submission on Sylvan.
Winner: Vito via submission
Finlay & Regal vs. Lashley & Batista
King Booker makes an entrance as a special commentator. I mark-out like crazy and hail our noble king like every peasant in the crowd should. JBL did his newly patented mark-out as well. Sharmell didn't look half bad from behind while up close. No pancake butt there.
So now comes our main event. Finlay and Regal come out much to my enjoyment. I mark-out like a son of a pregnant dog for the two legends although you probably couldn't tell from the lackluster crowd response. I'll have them all trained to cheer for good wrestlers soon enough. Next comes Lashley to a decent pop. I also marked for him because I feel he has potential in addition to a good look and energy. Hopefully he'll take Batista's spot as top face, and not soon enough. Next comes Bacheesta to a ginormous pop minus me. His pyro was awesome, but that's the only good thing about him. The match went really well because Batista wasn't in it until it was time for his 3 moves of doom. Finlay, Regal, and Lashley did an excellent face/heel exchange. Perfect timing with the face build-ups and momentum breakers. Finlay and Regal looked as good as ever with their stiff-as-hell Euro-uppercuts.
The Little Bastard made his only appearance when Finlay slammed him onto Lashley on the outside. All good things must come to an end, however, because now Bacheesta was in the ring. Clothesline, clothesline, I think there was a backbody drop in there, and a double clothesline. Lashley comes in for a double spear on Regal & Finlay. Spinebuster, then match over. Much to the crowd's delight, but I fail to get into Bacheesta's....well....cheese. He gets on the mic and says thanks to Booker for holding his title for him, but that he's gonna need it back at SS. Lame.
Winners: Batista and Lashley via pinfall.
ECW happens.
Main Event Dark Match: King Booker vs. Batista for the World Heavyweight Title
I mark-out yet again for the King, and was HOPING that 'Taker would be the challenger. Unfortunately it turned out to be Batista. Booker carries Bacheesta for a good 10-15 minutes, and I do mean CARRIES. Bacheesta mounted ZERO offense save for one point when he did three body slams in a row, shades of Mike Knox. At one point while Book was outside the ring, I yelled for the Harlem Sidekick. Lo and behold, he did the Harlem sidekick right on 'Cheesta's chin at one point. He did the setup and e'erthing. When Bacheesta finally mounts a comeback, he hits another body slam, a vertical suplex, and a spinebuster. Sharmell then distracts the ref which also gets Bacheesta's attention. She hits him in the balls and gets the DQ. Bacheesta stays behind to play to the crowd. I walk out satisfied. This was the most excellent wrestling show. Worth my money most definitely.
Winner: Batista via DQ.
Closing words: Batista should NOT be main eventing. Save punches, kicks, and clotheslines, he has a total of FOUR moves. Body slam, vertical suplex, spinebuster, and a sit-down powerbomb. He can play to the crowd really well, but not much else. I might actually like him if he didn't wrestle like Mike Knox and have the mic skills of Sid Vicious.
My night was awesome before the show even started. The ticket I purchased was for will call, but apparently their tickets weren't working on the scanners. Therefore, my ticket was cast aside and I received a different ticket. "Is this ticket for the same spot as my last one?" I said. "I don't know" the scanner lady replied. I shrugged and went on my way. After glancing at my newly found ticket I saw that it was indeed different. Not having good knowledge of the arena, I couldn't tell if it was better or worse. Instead of section 6 it was section 3, and instead of row K it was row B. I hoped for the best and went to go buy a Sabu t-shirt.
Unfortunately the line was packed with Batista fans running over each other, so I decided I'd check out my seat while the stand calmed down. The sections were in the 100s so I was already confused. I looked at the numbering system and assumed that 103 meant 3. But after looking at other fans' tickets where the 100s were present, I began to wonder just where the hell I was going to be sitting. I ask a security guard and much to my delightment, I was on the floor! For the first time in 13 years I was on the floor, right behind the announce table no less.
I make my way down the stairs and get pointed in the proper direction. Now was the time to find my row. Still being psyched about actually being on the floor I don't even pay attention to the lettering system. It isn't long until I'm standing at the front row. "I guess I should look for my row now"; I say to myself. Much again to my delightment row one was row A, meaning that row B, my row, was row 2! Row 2! A little confusion earned me a second row seat! I bought an $8.50 beer to celebrate. I'm sure I made to TV for Friday SD and I was probably on tonight as well. I was to the left of the guys with the CM Punk and Rolling Eyes sign. I was in a black Public Enemy hat and solid black shirt which switched to a black Sabu shirt. At that point I began using my other black shirt as a 'terrible towel'. I didn't have time to craft a sign unfortunately.
Dark Match: Sho Funaki vs. Chuck Palumbo
Being the first match of the evening, Funaki got a reasonable reaction from the crowd. Palumbo did some pretty good heel antics in the ring. At one point I called him a piece of S*** which prompted the guard to warn me about my language. I'm a mark at live shows to begin with, and I was still psyched about my seat. Anyway, after earning some decent babyface reactions, Funaki wins with a roll-up.
Winner: Funaki via pinfall
Smackdown! begins.
JBL and Michael Cole come out to JBL's music. I mark out HUGE for JBL as does a good portion of the crowd. I don't care if he sucks in the ring, he's damn entertaining.
The Great Khali and Daivari come out to some decent heat. I already hated Khali, so it wasn't hard for me to get into that. Daivari gets on the mic still with some steady heat going about. He calls out The Undertaker who comes out to a huge pop and without his tights not even completely on(the shoulder straps were down). He puts the beatdown on Khali suprisingly and chokeslams him! We go nuts the entire time right down to when 'Taker makes his exit.
Winner: Undertaker via chokeslam
Daivari whines about something to Teddy Long who makes the Last Man Standing match between 'Taker and Khali to take place next week.
Gregory Helms vs. Tatanka
The referee 'Little Natche' got a chant from myself and the CM Punk guys. We asked him to give us a 'Whoooo', but he said he couldn't. Then I gave him the insane Flair-faced 'Whoooo' which seemed to frighten him a bit. He did flash us the Four Horsemen hand sign when we prompted him, though.
It was difficult to get into this match considering no one really giving a crap about either wrestler. Not really a good match. Almost no chemistry between these guys. Tatanka got some noticeable babyface reactions during the resthold and 'hulk up'. He lost when the referee didn't notice his foot under the rope and counted 3. Pretty much a useless encounter. I see no feud happening.
Winner: Helms via pinfall.
I think at this point we were subject to Ashley and Kristal trying their damndest to sleep with Luke Perry, who was going to be the judge of the Diva talent contest.
Sylvester Turkay w/ Elijah Burke vs. Starr(jobber)
This was a stinker squash. Neither Turkay nor Elijah did anything to get heat other than beat up Starr after the match.
K.C. James & Idol Stevens w/ Michelle McCool vs. London & Kendrick in a Non-title match
Nick Patrick makes his way down. He was also heckled by myself and the CM Punk guys. We get his attention by chanting 'NWO' and he flashes the Wolfpac hand sign.
The only reaction the no-names get is for Michelle who looked incredibly hot in her mini-skirt and heels. She had it going on to say the least. London & Kendrick come out to a decent pop and an 'ROH' chant by the CM Punk guys and myself which captures Kendrick's attention.
This was a pretty good match, mainly due to London & Kendrick being in control most of the time. But, when the no-names were in control it wasn't half bad. London & Kendrick are a solid team and they work well together. Unfortunately the no-names won the bout when one of them got the pin by getting a handful of Kendrick's shorts.
Winners: No-names via heel pinfall w/ Michelle McCool looking incredibly tasty.
Let's see. I think at this point we see Rey Mysterio and the Guerrero female talking. She convinces Rey not to fight Chavo out of respect for Eddie. He agrees not to, in the name of Eddie.
Rey Mysterio vs. Mr. Kennedy
Ken received nothing but face cheers from what I heard. They may change this for Friday, but he got face pops. This was a damn good match according to me. I'm willing to forgive Kennedy for his stinker with Super Crazy after watching this match. He has a clean slate to work with for me. The sing-a-long with Ken was nice and Rey got a great reaction before, and during the match. When he gets ready to hit the 619, Chavo runs out which causes Rey to give Chavo a missle dropkick instead. They begin to fight outside which prompts Ms. Guerrero to run out and get caught in the crossfire. Chavo carries her to the back with Rey in a close follow. Kennedy gets cheers on his way out. He needs a face turn.
Winner: Rey Mysterio via DQ.
I believe at this point we were subject to a Boogyman promo vid. I didn't care.
At this point, the Diva search girls make their way out along with the Miz who needs to be out of arena and off televisions. He didn't Hoo-rah at any point, which was good. He was looking at me when I told him he sucked. Layla blew me a kiss, and I then realized she reminded me of a girl I had sex with a couple of weeks ago. Luke Perry was cool, and after all that he came and sat down in front of where I was to enjoy the show as well. He was an extremely nice guy. Anyway, on with the skanks.
Each girl was given a minute to prove how talented she was. They brought in a mixed martial arts guy from Nashville to be their punching bag should they choose to attempt beating him up. Random blonde girl was first. After claiming Steve Austin was her favorite wrestler, she attempted to do an impression of him. She did the worst impression of him I believe I've ever seen. She started off by giving our Nashville resident some poorly placed kicks and followed up by pooring beer on herself. She then jumped like an idiot and wooed for the next 30 seconds. Yeah, we booed minus the beer being poored on her love pillows.
Next was Deever, who gave us all a top notch strip show dressed as a cop. She actually took the entire minute to dance and never slowed down. Before I even go into the next two, she is undoubtedly the most talented of the contestants. She gave us what we were all wanting and she looked damn good doing it. Not only all that, but she was incredibly grateful of our cheers. You keep the ones around that are grateful to the fans. She also threw a beer can at Random blonde girl who then tried cat fighting her. After that was over, Deever spouted some unintelligibles into the mic. Still, she was awesome.
Anyway, up next was GTA Hooker. She looked interesting in her karate gi complete with the black belt. Once on the mic, she proclaimed the gi far too hot and stripped down to her leopard print undies. She also took our Nashville resident and proceeded to.....get ready....give him....a HIP THROW! That's right, a move I learned when I was a white belt in karate. The patented hip throw. Now before someone proclaims how impressive it was for her to throw the man, I've hip thrown men over twice my weight. It's the easiest throw in all of martial arts. Of course, being the dumb pregnant dog she is, Milena proceeded to do....nothing. After the white belt throw, our fellow Nashvillian joined us a ringside. She did absolutely nothing for the next 40 seconds or so. She grabbed a mic at one point only to be unsympathetically booed, and deservingly so.
The main course was only seconds away, however, as it was Titty's turn. Her talent was.....getting on the mic and telling the other Diva's how sucky their talents were. Yep. I couldn't even tell what she was saying over the boos. Not like it was probably worth hearing anyway, but damn we booed her. She is an absolute bimbo, and her mumbling, bumbling words make her look even more like a stupid pregnant dog.
So after that crap, Miz says something and gives the mic to Perry. We all know what Luke is thinking, but he lets us in the audience do the voting. "Random blond girl!" Booo! "Deever!" YAY!! "GTA Hooker!" Booo! "JT Titty!" Booo! Deever unanimously won and rightfully so. She should win the entire sha-bang. She entertained and showed how gracious she was of our enjoyment. The others were garbage and put forth zero effort.
Winner: Deever(Layla)
Vito vs. Sylvan
Sylvan comes out to almost zero heat but his physique looks impressive, and that's what's important. Vito comes out to a reasonable pop, and is wearing a polka-dotted dress this week. The match was ok, but Vito wasn't in control enough to carry that piece of garbage Sylvan. Vito got another decent pop for dancing around and holding the bottom of his dress before putting his patented Tea Bag submission on Sylvan.
Winner: Vito via submission
Finlay & Regal vs. Lashley & Batista
King Booker makes an entrance as a special commentator. I mark-out like crazy and hail our noble king like every peasant in the crowd should. JBL did his newly patented mark-out as well. Sharmell didn't look half bad from behind while up close. No pancake butt there.
So now comes our main event. Finlay and Regal come out much to my enjoyment. I mark-out like a son of a pregnant dog for the two legends although you probably couldn't tell from the lackluster crowd response. I'll have them all trained to cheer for good wrestlers soon enough. Next comes Lashley to a decent pop. I also marked for him because I feel he has potential in addition to a good look and energy. Hopefully he'll take Batista's spot as top face, and not soon enough. Next comes Bacheesta to a ginormous pop minus me. His pyro was awesome, but that's the only good thing about him. The match went really well because Batista wasn't in it until it was time for his 3 moves of doom. Finlay, Regal, and Lashley did an excellent face/heel exchange. Perfect timing with the face build-ups and momentum breakers. Finlay and Regal looked as good as ever with their stiff-as-hell Euro-uppercuts.
The Little Bastard made his only appearance when Finlay slammed him onto Lashley on the outside. All good things must come to an end, however, because now Bacheesta was in the ring. Clothesline, clothesline, I think there was a backbody drop in there, and a double clothesline. Lashley comes in for a double spear on Regal & Finlay. Spinebuster, then match over. Much to the crowd's delight, but I fail to get into Bacheesta's....well....cheese. He gets on the mic and says thanks to Booker for holding his title for him, but that he's gonna need it back at SS. Lame.
Winners: Batista and Lashley via pinfall.
ECW happens.
Main Event Dark Match: King Booker vs. Batista for the World Heavyweight Title
I mark-out yet again for the King, and was HOPING that 'Taker would be the challenger. Unfortunately it turned out to be Batista. Booker carries Bacheesta for a good 10-15 minutes, and I do mean CARRIES. Bacheesta mounted ZERO offense save for one point when he did three body slams in a row, shades of Mike Knox. At one point while Book was outside the ring, I yelled for the Harlem Sidekick. Lo and behold, he did the Harlem sidekick right on 'Cheesta's chin at one point. He did the setup and e'erthing. When Bacheesta finally mounts a comeback, he hits another body slam, a vertical suplex, and a spinebuster. Sharmell then distracts the ref which also gets Bacheesta's attention. She hits him in the balls and gets the DQ. Bacheesta stays behind to play to the crowd. I walk out satisfied. This was the most excellent wrestling show. Worth my money most definitely.
Winner: Batista via DQ.
Closing words: Batista should NOT be main eventing. Save punches, kicks, and clotheslines, he has a total of FOUR moves. Body slam, vertical suplex, spinebuster, and a sit-down powerbomb. He can play to the crowd really well, but not much else. I might actually like him if he didn't wrestle like Mike Knox and have the mic skills of Sid Vicious.
