Hola, lovelies! I am riding high on a Christmas full of Jack Swagger action figures, talking Chewbaccas, and a shockingly great (mostly) episode of Impact. I hope you’re all ready for a heck of a lot of bests, because I am full of leftover festive cheer and also coffee and I am ready to get to it! But first things first:
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This week on Impact, gratuitous heel on heel action, Bully Ray proves that even he doesn’t watch this show, and Mr. Anderson takes them both because he is…whatever the Mr. Anderson equivalent is of hardcore.
Worst: How did it get burned, and other mysteries from last week
If you’ve ever stopped by Brooke Hogan or Bully Ray’s twittah machines, you know that they are some busy people. Clearly they are too busy to watch the only television show they actually get paid to appear on, because they are seemingly mystified as to how anyone could ever possibly find out that Bully has been attempting to give Brooke a tonsillectomy using only his tongue. Obviously somebody must have taken a picture with their phone, or perhaps, and I’m just spit-balling here, used one of the dozen or so HD cameras floating around filming everything at all times. I dunno guys, I’m stumped.
My biggest hope for this whole storyline is that he was actually making out with someone else, and in reality, Brooke just mistook that time he handed her the tray of pickles in catering as a declaration of intimate intentions. Next week he’ll find her boiling his neck chain after she picked Devon up from Biker Gimmick School and took him out for ice cream and roller coaster rides.
Best: What do Bully Ray, Kevin M (Atlanta, GA) of Forever Comfy fame, and I all have in common?
We are effing fabulous.
Worst: Impact Creative apparently did not get the memo last week…
…and are still encouraging the use of “bitch” and “lol ur a girl” as insults. I think I covered this pretty well last week, so instead I will remain in the hope that someone will get a late Christmas gift of the Shakespearean Insult Day Calendar, leading Samoa Joe to call Masked Man #2 a cankerous fool-born applejohn before muscle-bustering him to injury.Subscribe to UPROXX
Best: WE’VE GOT A BRO-OFF
Quick! Raise your hand if you thought Robbie E’s gimmick would still be tolerable, nay likeable, after Zack Ryder lost the favour of the bulk of the Internet Wrestling Community.
The brief glimpses of Robbie E while his then fiancée shopped for wedding dresses at Kleinfeld’s desperately made me want to like him, but alas, I could never get into what he was selling. Of course what he was selling was an attempt to be an X-Division champ, and a Jersey Shore knockoff gimmick because TNA always has their finger on the pulse of ideas that weren’t even good the year before.
I’ve been incredibly hesitant given that the shelf life of an annoying reality show-based gimmick is basically non-existent (plus I didn’t care in the first place), but I admit that over the past few months Robbies E & T will be pop up, say something stupid (only fighting words in Hollywood, phew), and against my better judgment I will giggle, then feel a twinge of shame. My shame at enjoying the bro-off this week is at the most minimal it can be, so either Robbies E&T have hit their stride, or I have lost track of how to feel ashamed. The big bag of brownies I just ate for supper tells me it’s the first one!
An even Bester Best, Bro: The look on Bigger Robbie’s face
Because dude, I feel you bro.
Worst: Taz thinks sweaters and colours are gay
Because of course he f**king does.
Best: The rules of a Bro-Off are simple and finite ….bro
One of the main things that is tentatively and ever so gently placing me into the Robbies camp is that I cannot doubt their commitment commitment for even a second. Sometimes a terrible gimmick can turn great when those involved accept the ill-conceived hand they were dealt, and instead of trying to force it, have fun with it because hey at least it’s better than being unemployed so why not dance around and be glad you get paid to be on television. Plus side number two: Those sweaters look way more comfortable than Christian York does moving around in his own skin. Plus, apparently they are gay, which means absolutely effing nothing.
I started out completely ready to hate this segment, but my snark turned to a smile, my smile turned into wide-eyed excitement at the possibility of a posedown, and then before I knew it I was shouting “HE LOSES HE DIDN’T SAY BRO HAHA SUCK IT JESSIE.”
…okay, maybe I can still feel a little shame.
Best: Chekov’s Overhead Press
Once upon a time, in a galaxy that may or may not be this one, a grudge against Robbie T (for TRENTA) was born. You see kiddos, I am a girl of simple tastes. My favourite promo is Jake the Snake threatening the Million Dollar Man with the terrors he could find lurking in Jake’s bag alongside his stolen Million Dollar belt, but really it’s just Jake talking about a bunch of snakes over some occasional stock footage. I like cats on treadmills, simply because they are cats on treadmills, and if there’s one place a cat should be, it’s YouTube. On a treadmill.
My favourite Royal Rumble is that of 1989 (though ’90 and ’91 make great cases in my heart of hearts), for many reasons. Ax vs. Smash! Andre the Giant! Ted DiBiase shenanigans! Mr. Perfect! Big Boss Man! Akeem! Jake Roberts! Big John Studd! My favourites, they’re all here! FIRST PRIZE. But besides being an A+ Rumble and having some killer pre-Rumble promos, this event also had one of my favourite moments in wrestling history: The Ultimate Warrior-Rick Rude Super Posedown. It’s not just a posedown, it is a Super Posedown. It is 15+ glorious minutes of greasy, gyrating ridiculousness for no reason and it is amazing and why aren’t you watching it right now? Again, I’ll wait.
Back in February 2011, Egyptian President Mubarak stepped down after widespread and at times violent protests, the Obama administration determined that the Defense of Marriage act was unconstitutional, and in TNA Scott Steiner was supposed to face Robbie Big & Tall in a posedown to settle a dispute over similar nicknames. Rob Terry called himself “the Freak,” to which Scott Steiner, the “Genetic Freak” took umbrage because fighting over nicknames that aren’t actually all that desirable or flattering is a thing that happened. Regardless, I was excited because holy jeepers I love me a posedown, and how often does one take place? (hint: not often.) Predictably, Scott Steiner shouted a bunch of incoherent insults, and Rob Terry jumped him and ran off, all without ever striking a pose. Since then my only reaction to Rob Terry has been shouting YOU OWE ME A POSEDOWN at my television then making Kevin Nash angry faces at him until he was off screen.
Even though the commentary team was calling for a posedown, it wasn’t until Jessie hoisted Tara above his head that I let myself get excited. All I could hope for was that Robbie XL would do the same for Baby Gap Robbie, because I write about TNA and I need this excitement, okay? Just like Sabu can’t set up a table without going through it, Super Big Gulp Robbie atoned for his past Scott Steiner-related transgressions in stunning fashion. Apparently some people on the internets thought this was worse than whatever was left in Rikishi’s mawashi after his in-ring dancing segments, but to those people I say hey, seriously, do you remember Scott Steiner?