Worst: Last week I was utterly incapacitated so we missed some stuff, or Best: Last week I was incapacitated, and look what we missed!
As we continue our deathmarch through the UK tour, we’re actually getting an unreasonable amount of storyline progression. Not all of it is…super great, but it’s happening, and we should take the positives where we can get them. Lord knows we’re not going to get them in the Bully Ray-Anderson casket match.
The good news is that Sam Shaw agrees that he and Christy should keep it as professional as they can when one of them has a creepy jerk-off mannequin of the other. The bad news is that no one is concerned about this in any way. The good news is that holy jeepers that coat is amazing. The bad news is that Sam Shaw does not make Yankee Candle Kid-style videos about how Christy’s hand smells. I bet she’s got great scent throw.
Bobby Roode got all mad, and then had to be escorted out by security, because if you’re Kurt Angle or Samoa Joe you can run around making threats of extreme physical violence or even death on your internationally televised wrestling show, but raise your voice once and whoops better call security on the guy who’s now totally calm and actually kinda justified in being a little peeved. ‘kay.
Gunner stole EC3’s briefcase because he’s a jerk. Magnus was of no help because he’s also a jerk. EC3 and Magnus had words which were intense but you can’t see them because whomever is in charge of TNA’s YouTube channel is a jerk. I will never not laugh at this scene from The Jerk.
The BroMans faced Team Girl Scout Cookie; you know, a Samoa and two of the most vanilla cookie-cutter wrestlers you could hope for.
For your own personal reference, in this cookie/TNA universe DJ Zema is a Tagalong, and Norv is a Thin Mint. EC3 is a Lemon Crème because they’re both the best ones.
Speaking of the best, the Joe Park/Abyss story continues, and proves that for all of Impact’s faults, there really are good things happening. Logical storyline continuance and character exposition that makes sense? Whoa. I love you, Joe Park’s brother Chris, you know, *holds hand above head* Abyss.
Prior to this match, Velvet Sky petitioned Dixie Carter to cancel this match because Chris Sabin is absolutely crazeballs, and no one in this company has ever heard of workplace harassment laws. MVP is naturally on her side, because “a man wrestling a women?” While his incredulity at the very idea is fairly insulting, I can agree that the circumstances surrounding this match are scummy and gross at best. Dixie, though, points out that she’s been learning a thing or two from MVP, and wrestling is important, and she’ll allow the match to happen.
The match itself is just a bunch of well-worn intergender tropes that we see played out in nearly every bad intergender match, but Velvet Sky’s “offense” is hilarious as usual, and OH WHOA HEY ERSATZ JESSICKA HAVOK. You should just be Jessicka Havok, but I guess I’ll take your German lady upper body strength that gives Velvet Sky excited Kermit the Frog arms. And if this leads to a lady hoss fight against Lei’D Tapa and her little girl bathing suit butt cape, then I can dig it.
Speaking of Dixie and MVP, yup, that’s still a thing that’s happening. Obviously I’m still #TeamDixie, and it’s getting really hard not to be. I mean, I know we’re supposed to think that MVP is a conquering good guy hero of the people, but if you think about it logically for a second, is he really what’s best for business?
The biggest argument that he has is that Dixie doesn’t know anything about wrestling or running a wrestling company because she’s never been a wrestler. Obviously no one has ever had any amount of success with a wrestling company having not gotten their start in the ring.
Yes, he’s brought in #TheWolves: Eddie Edwards, who’s so bland he might as well be carved out of soap, and Davey Richards, a dude who’s worked so hard to cultivate a Dynamite Kid image that I am genuinely surprised every time he speaks and a British accent doesn’t come tumbling out. They may be indie darlings (to some, *ahem*), but the core of MVP’s argument isn’t that he’s bringing in this lauded talent, it’s that Dixie is sh*tting on established stars like Kurt Angle and Samoa Joe. What else does he want next, a Kevin Nash return? Is his next big move gonna be signing Mark Jindrak? Buff Bagwell? Being surprised that Test isn’t available?
Thus far he’s shot down young talent, acted so entitled that he put himself into a match, insinuated that Dixie is damaged goods (because lol old lady vagina) and maybe also Paula Deen (??), and then turned down a substantial amount of money because he’s a wrestler and knows better and is gonna make TNA reach it’s MAX POWER.
Now, this is all to set up a Team Dixie vs. Team MVP Lethal Lockdown match, but when are we gonna stop beating around the bush and realize this guy is actually kind of an asshole? I mean, he can’t even figure out how to post an upright picture on Twitter in this, the year of our lord 2014.
The best part of this clip, however, is the yellow tape line down the middle of the room. What you don’t get to see (because again, YouTube jerk), is Spud carefully and adorably Brady Bunch-ing the makeshift backstage office because he is a treasure. This is, again, why you should actually be watching the show, because the backstage segments with the members of the BlokeMans are the best thing, and they are never ever ever on YouTube.
Oh, and Willow is coming.
Whoops, wrong video.
So the top money-making babyface used his time off to film himself twirling an umbrella and yelling in the woods.
More like MVwecanseeyourPeen, amirite?