WWE SmackDown! - 08/12/04
by Scott Christ

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hey yo it's my life my time my hey get rid of Kurt Angle in a suit

We are taped LIVE from Detroit Rock City, and your announcers, of course, are MICHAEL COLE and TAZZ.

TONIGHT!: A "Summer Games Relay" Match between Team Cena (Cena, RVD, and Team Angle Defector Charlie Haas) vs. Team Booker T (Booker T, Luther, and Dupree)

But first, here's the limo of JOHN BRAD$HAW LAYFIELD. But wait, what's this? He signals for somebody to come out after him, and it's ORLANDO JORDAN IN A $UIT. They shake hands going down the aisle, and hahaha some dude dressed up as Hogan pulls his hand back from JBL and then flexes. Last Thursday, Orlando saved JBL from the Undertaker's wrath. However, a midget was not so lucky. RIP A MIDGET 2004-2004. Also, Taker wanted da belt. JBL and Jordan sanitize their hands, and JBL gets what is sure to be a very dirty mic: "Thank you, Motor City. As one of our great, greatest former presidents once said, Richard M. Nixon, I am not a midget." he laughs "Now, Undertaker may actually believe that beating up a vertically-challenged person last week on SmackDown might intimidate me. I have news for you, Undertaker. I am not intimidated at all. Now, I understand the enormity of SummerSlam, and I'm not makin' light of your record in the WWE. For the last fourteen years, Undertaker, you have defeated every major WWE star there is. From Hulk Hogan to Stone Cold, from the Ultimate Warrior to the Rock, from Yokozuna to Kurt Angle, from Bret "The Hitmn" Hart to the great HHH, Undertaker, you have defeated all of them. Undertaker, I am not one of them. I am JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD, and I did not become neither rich nor champion by not having a plan. Undertaker, you have few weaknesses, and I am going to exploit them at SummerSlam. Y'see, I have a plan. On paper, it may look real good for you, Undertaker. But championships are not won on paper, they are won right here in this ring. And in this ring is where I have been defying the odds. When I challenged Eddy Guerrero, people said I didn't have a chance, and I became WWE Champion. I became YOUR WWE Champion. When Eddy Guerrero jumped off that cage and landed on me with that frog splash, people though I was done for. But unlike, unlike the shoddy cars that are built right here in Detroit, I am a high-octane, high-performance, fast, sleek, sexy machine that is BUILT TO LAST. So I want you to listen closely. I want you to be quiet because I have something to say. I guarantee--I GUARANTEE that at SummerSlam, I will not only remain WWE Champion, but I guarantee that I will defeat you, Undertaker." OJ applauds "You see, I am not like you, dead man. I AM ALIVE. I have vitality OOZING through my pores, MY FANS ARE GROWING EACH AND EVERY WEEK, AND I THANK YOU. The respect and the love for me has gone past my great fans here to the locker room. And it is with extreme honor, it is with pride, I now give the microphone to a man that is a great American. A man who looked Undertaker in the eye and was not afraid. My new Chief of Staff, Mr. Orlando Jordan."

"Thank you, John. Now, for those of you that don't know who I am, my name's Orlando Jordan. And I gotta tell you, like so many of you, I expected handouts. I waited for my big break to come to me. But, you know, JBL, JBL showed me that if I wanted something bad enough, you don't wait for it--you take it. And I gotta tell you, physically, I'm about the best there is on SmackDown. Now last week, I saw the Undertaker out here in this ring, and I decided to step up to the plate. And I knocked it right out the park! I stopped the Undertaker dead in his tracks. I mean, not that you needed my help, JBL, but I wanted to prove my loyalty to YOU. And in doing so, I proved to the world that Orlando Jordan's time is NOW! Thank you, thank you, thank you." Handshake, back to JBL:

"Orlando, time is precious, and your time is now." YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK "All my fans in Motor City, Detroit, aren't they great? Thank you, thank you. Just like our troops overseas, just like our troops right now fighting the war, you looked in the eye of evil and you did not flinch. I am so proud of you, I am so proud'a you that I talked to Theodore R. Long, and I've arranged for tonight, for you to have the greatest night of your career. Tonight, in THIS very ring, you will not only face, you will BEAT--the UNDERTAKER." Jordan does...shocked yet frightened gratitude well. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MY CHIEF OF STAFF, MR. ORLANDO JORDAN."

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WWE Cruiserweight Champion SPIKE DUDLEY (150) vs. WWE Tag Team Champion PAUL LONDON (w/WWE Tag Team Champion Billy Kidman, 200, Austin, TX) in a non-title bout
Last Week, D-Von and Bubba got the tables, and Spike put Rey through them. Also at SummerSlam, the Dudleys and the other Dudley face the tag champs and Rey. Circle, and....heeeeere's BUBBA RAY and D-VON DUDLEY. Staredown, Spike pie-faces London, who battles back with a forearm, forearm, forearm. Irish whip, reversed, London ducks a clothesline and gets a pair of armdrags, followed up with a fallaway slam with bridge for two. Arm wringer with Spike on his knees, he stands up and pulls London into the ropes by his hair. Spike punches out, but London ducks a looping right and fights back with some more forearms. Irish whip again reversed, Spike throws London out by his brothers. London hangs on but doesn't skin the cat due to fear of the Dudleys attacking him, so Spike dropkicks him in the back of the head. Kidman comes over and gets verbally berated by Bubba. Spike pulls London in by the hair, irish whip reversed but Spike gets the running shoulder to the gut. Spike tries a Dudley Dog, but London reverses to an inverted DDT. Both men down, Spike up first with an inverted atomic drop. Spike off the ropes, into a Dropsault. Clothesline, Unorthodox Leg Lariat, irish whip and a flying heel kick for two. Irish whip to the corner, but London charges and gets floored with a boot. Spike up top, double stomp is countered as London lifts his feet into Spike's face, and that seems to have caught flush. Double clothesline, both men dwn again. D-Von grabs a chair, and as Kidman runs over to stop him, he gets ambushed by Bubba, who was ducking next to the ring apron. Baha. In the ring both men are staggering up, but an enziguiri puts Spike on the mat. Bubba on the apron, London knocks him off. Up top, 450 misses as Bubba pulls Spike out of the ring while D-Von distracts the ref. Spike rolls London up and grabs the tights for three at (03'49"). Spike has a bloody nose, and the Dudleys aren't done. D-Von throws Kidman in as Spike wails away on London, and Bubba takes the belt to both of them. Dudley Dog on London, 3D on Kidman. Cole and Tazz said earlier than Rey hasn't been cleared to come to Detroit, so he doesn't make the save.

Cole and Tazz talk up SummerSlam and then Bubba whips the announce table to frighten them both. Hahaha.

TONIGHT!: Summer Games Relay match. Team Booker won the coin toss, and the order for the match will be Booker, Luther, Dupree. Two men start out, and an alternating new man switches in every 5 minutes until the finish.

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The three Dudleys are walking backstage until Spike takes notice of someone: "Excuse me, Scotty, did you say something? I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Could you say that again?" "Yeah, Spike, I said what's the deal?" "What deal?" "I mean, look at ya. What happened to you? I used to consider you and I friends. But you know what, Spike? You've changed." "Scotty, I haven't changed, I've come home. I'm a Dudley, these are my brothers, this is my family. Yeah yeah, I was friends with you at one point, same way I was friends with Rey Mysterio. Where'd that ever get me? Nowhere. Only thing that's changed about me, is now I'm the cruiserweight champion. As long as I got this title, and my brothers, who needs friends?" ohhhhh slap. Scotty goes to retaliate but Bubba grabs his shoulder. "Oh whatcha gonna do Scotty? Whatcha gonna do, tough guy? C'mon, whataya gonna do? I'll tell you what you're gonna do?" pieface "YOU'RE NOT GONNA DO NOTHIN'. Just like Rey Mysterio, and just like everybody else. C'mon guys." Dudleys leave. Notable in the background: Funaki in pants and t-shirt, and Shannon Moore in ring gear, still hopeful he may in fact wrestle on tonight's show.

THEODORE R. LONG is in his office, reading a magazine, when somebody loudly barges in off-camera. Why, that's KURT ANGLE! Hmmmm, the camera is positioned so that a picture of MLK again hangs across from one of Vince. Anyway: "Whataya doin' in my office again? Do I have to get a restraining order to keep you outta here?" "What am I doing? I'll tell you what I'm doin'. Eddy Guerrero stole my possessions. My shadow box, my wheelchair, everything I own, my gold medals. He stole them and pawned them off on WWE.com. And he made a lot of money, and I want that money, because it's mine." "Lemme tell you somethin', Kurt. That stuff was auctioned off, yeah, it made a lot of money. But that money went to a good cause, that money helped charity, and that money helped tomorrow's children, are ya feelin' dat?" "I don't give a damn what it helped. Theodore, that was my money. It was my stuff, it's my money. Eddy Guerrero owes me that money, I don't care how he gets it, but he BETTER get it. Eddy Guerrero's nothing but a lying, cheating, no good s--" "HEY! I've heard enough outta you. Now, lemme tell you something, Kurt. I'm about opportunity, I'm about givin' people a chance, so you know what I'm gonna do for you?" "What?" "I'm gonna give you an opportunity. I'm gonna give you a chance, yeah, Eddy Guerrero is here tonight." "Oh, he's here?" "Yeah. So what I'm gonna have you do is to go out there tonight and let everybody know, all these people, just how you feel about Eddy Guerrero." "Ohohalright okay, I'm supposed to go out there, right? I'm gonna go out there in front of ALLLL these people. How do I know Eddy Guerrero ain't gonna jump me from behind?" "Lemme say this, Kurt, I'm the General Manager, you've got my word on it. I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Oh and by the way I wanna know one thing, Kurt, are you man enough to go out there in front'a all these people and let 'em know how you feel?" "Am I man enough?" "Yeah, are you truly man enough to go out there and speak your mind?" "You're damn right I'm man enough." "Well GET TO STEPPIN'." "I'm gonna do just that, Theodore." "Kurt? Be a man, playa."

MR. JL and GOOD OL' J.R. are still sitting at the Raw announce table to hype their part of the SummerSlam card: HHH/Eugene, Edge/Batista/Jericho, Kane/Matt for the rights to Lita's vagina, aaand Benoit/Orton. What, no mention of Diva Dodgeball?

Cole and Tazz run down the SmackDown side: Eddy/Angle, Mysterio/London/Kidman vs. Dudley/Dudley/Dudley, Booker/Cena aaaand Taker/JBL

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CHAVO GUERRERO (213, El Paso, TX) vs. NUNZIO (w/Johnny Stamboli, 201)
No Mercy tickets go on sale Saturday morning at the Meadowlands. What, no 1/4 pound? Nunzio boxes onto Stamboli's palms to warm up. Circle, lockup, Nunzio gets a waistlock. Chavo awkwards gets an armwringer, Nunzio reverses, Chavo reverses THAT and tries a clothesline, but Nunzio ducks and goes back to the waistlock. Chavo elbows out, off the ropes, Nunzio leapfrogs and comes off the ropes with a flying headscissors. Chavo charges, Nunzio gets a drop toehold and then reverses to a front facelock. Chavo reverses into an armbar, and reaches out to slap Stamboli in the face. Chavo with a kick to the ribs, another, choking Nunzio against the bottom rope with his knee. European uppercut, Nunzio rebounds with a forearm, forearm, off the ropes, huracanarana! Wow. Nunzio charges in the corner, boot caught, clothesline ducked and Chavo gets an...inverted exploder for two. Going for the Gori Bomb, Nunzio tries to...sunset flip? kind of, Chavo covers and grabs the ropes, and Stamboli knocks the arm off and Nunzio rolls him up for three at (02'18"). Uh...that wasn't...THAT bad? Let's not replay that.

UP NEXT!: Insert joke about OJ and dead people here

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Rewind: OJ saves JBL

TONIGHT!: Summer Games Relay match! Team Cena's order: RVD, Haas, Cena

ORLANDO JORDAN (w/WWE Champion John Bradshaw Layfield, 247, Miami, FL) vs. THE UNDERTAKER (305, Death Valley)
Orlando not only has the WWE Champion with him, but also his music and TitanTron. Whoa WTF Tazz. He brings up Taker taking Orlando under his wing when OJ first entered the WWE, which I completely forgot about. Circle, lockup, Taker shoves Jordan down and into the corner. Another lockup, Taker with a headlock. Jordan irish whips him off, but Taker shoulderblocks him down. Jordan backs into the corner, irish whip into the ropes, baaaaack body drop. Armwringer, driving the arm into the mat. Elbow to the shoulder, uppercut to the arm. Armwringer again, staring at JBL, going for Old School but Jordan stops him with a knee to the gut. In the corner, shoulder to the gut, another, a third, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. Taker grabs Jordan by the throat, throws HIM in the corner, right, right, right. Irish whip to the opposite corner, charge hits boot and floors Taker. Kick to the ribs, knee to the head, choking him against the bottom rope. Standing now, right to the head, Taker retaliates with two of his own. Jordan with a knee to the gut, elbow to the neck, irish whip, clothesline ducked, CHOKESLAM. JBL on the apron, Taker eyes him and JBL drops down. Jordan rolls out of the ring, but Taker takes his arm into the steps. Throws him back in, another armwringer, and now he gets the Old School. Jordan slowly up, STO? What the hell. STO gets two. Taker picks him up, but JBL distracts the ref and Jordan punches him in the nuts. Stomp, stomp, choking him with his boot. Right to the back, now to the face. In the corner, shoulder, shoulder, shoulder, elbow to the head. Taker on his knees, Jordan with a right, another, another, off the ropes and Taker hits him with a back elbow. Jordan's head to the turnbuckle, right hand. Throws Jordan out of the ring and follows. Taker irish whips him, reversed and Taker goes knee-first into the steps. Taker up against the barricade, Jordan with a kick to the chest and another. Rolled in the ring, elbowdrop, another, cover, two count. Both men up, right, right, left jab, left jab, left jab, shuffle, SOUPBONE and Jordan goes down. Big right, irish whip reversed, clothesline ducked, Taker with the flying clothesline. Jordan up in the corner, Taker avalanches him. And again. Scoops him up, Snake Eyes and here's JBL with the Clothesline From Hell for the DQ at (06'47"). Man, what the hell, that was actually good. Taker's down, and JBL is celebrating. Jordan lays in a stomp on the way out. Replay of JBL running in. JBL and Jordan walk to the back triumphant but...uh-oh, zombie sit-up. JBL, suitably frightened.

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SmackDown GM Peanuthead R. Long is in the ring, with a mic: "LEMME HOLLA ATCHA PLAYA! Y'see, we're just three days away from SummerSlam! We're three days away from one of the biggest promotions of my career as General Manager! We're three days away from one of the biggest matches to ever happen in the history of SmackDown! It's gonna be Kurt Angle versus Eddy Guerrero! Now, you see, this will be the first time that these two men have met since their big match at Wrestlemania XX. Now this match has taken five months in the making, so y'know what I feel like doing right now? I feel like hearing from one of the competitors. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Kurt Angle, get him out here."

Kurt Angle is in fact out here, looking quite dapper in a suit and being told that he sucks. He grabs a mic, then VIVA LA RASA, yes, that is EDDY GUERRERO in a low-rider. Staredown as Eddy enters the ring. Eddy chants as he gets first mic time: "Whatsa matter homes, no wheelchair? No cast? No Luther Reigns? Orale vato, I guess there's nowhere to hide tonight. So whatever you have to say, say it to my face." Staredown again, Angle speaks: "I don't hide from anyone or anything, Eddy Guerrero. I had a legitimate injury that kept me from doing what I love to do most. Wrestling. Do you know what that feels like, Eddy? Do you have any idea what that feels like? To love something SO MUCH, it's taken away from you right before your very eyes? Do you ha--" "YOU MEAN LIKE WHEN YOU SCREWED ME OVER FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP? I BLED, I GAVE MY HEART and my SOUL for that championship, and you STOLE it away from me in the cage match. I promise you, esse, you're gonna pay back everything that you have taken from me. If I got--" "Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa. Hold on a second. You're accusing me of stealing? Well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black. Wasn't it you that stole my memorabilia--" "THAT WAS FOR A GOOD CAUSE, THAT WAS FOR CHARITY!" "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT IT WAS FOR, THAT WAS MINE! And how about that little victory you had over, over me at Wrestlemania XX? You remember, Eddy?" "Oh, I remember." "You showed the footage of it last week on SmackDown? You faked an injury, Eddy. YOU CHEATED and you STOLE your way to victory. Well you know something, Eddy? I take that as a compliment. Because you know, deep down inside, you can't beat me. You have to CHEAT to beat me." Eddy chants "Oh, make no mistake about it, homes, I'll do whatever it takes to win. I lie, I steal, and I cheat, orale. Maybe you're right. Maybe I can't beat you without cheating, esse. But, what if I can? Orale homes, that's the question that burns inside of both of us, esse. As a matter of fact, esse vato, that's what I believe is behind all your hiding, homes. You've been hiding behind your General Manager position, you've been hiding behind a fake injury, esse, making my life a living hell, and WHY? Because way deep down inside, you don't know if you can BEAT me, homes." staredown "You don't know who the better WRESTLER is. Is it you...or is it me? Orale vato, frankly, I CAN'T WAIT to find out." Hey, here's Long again: "Lemme handle this a minute, playa, I can't hardly wait either, and I know these people can't hardly wait, everybody HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA! But y'see, what I'm gonna do right now, is I'd like to see something right here tonight that everybody won't get a chance to see at SummerSlam. And y'know what that is, in the name of the spirit of the Summer Games, I'd like to see a handshake from both of you two. IF ya man enough." Staredown...Eddy offers his hand. Angle stares at it....then accepts. And then they pull each other closer, go nose-to-nose and jaw at each other. PLAY RUSH'S MUSIC!

UP NEXT!: Summer Games Relay match!

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TEAM CENA: ROB VAN DAM, CHARLIE HAAS and JOHN CENA (w/Miss Jackie, 719) vs.
Wow, Haas almost seems charismatic. Hey, here's Cena to rap: "Yo yo YO YO YO YO. THE CHAMP IS HERE. THE CHAMP IS HERE. THE CHAMP IS HERE IN DEEEE-TROIT. So tonight on SmackDown, we sposeda have this little relay. Booker T's team backed out, they'd rather have a three-way. My team's ready to rock, I got Mr. Thursday Night." ROB-VAN-DAM "Jumpin' froggy with five stars, gettin' higher than a kite. And Charlie Haas is tough, but I'ma make it no surprise. You on my team becaus'a Jackie, she got them real...big...EYES. EYES, MAN. EYES. And the-HAHA, YEAH. And the franchise is doin' BIG business at SummaSlam. In a best of five series, I got Booker T's number, man. 'Cuz John Cena is a one-man (ass)-kickin' committie. And we 'BOUT to ROCK THE HOUSE right here in the MOTOR CITY."

TEAM CENA: ROB VAN DAM, CHARLIE HAAS and JOHN CENA (w/Miss Jackie, 719) vs. TEAM BOOKER T: BOOKER T, LUTHER REIGNS and RENE DUPREE (w/Fifi, 806)
Dupree coming out to Booker's music? Awesome. Booker's pyro apparently scared Fifi. AHHHH THIS WILL NEVER START

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We start with Booker and RVD, as stated before. 5 minutes on the clock. Circle, lockup, Booker with a headlock. Into a hammerlock, RVD reverses to one of his own and then to a headlock. Booker whips RVD off and goes to duck down, but RVD backflips over and armdrags Booker when he gets up. Another armdrag, holding on with an armbar. Booker up now, takes RVD into the corner. Knee to the gut, right upside the head. Another clubbing blow, right to the head, chop. Irish whip, Booker charges into an elbow, RVD with a right, another, irish whip reversed, hotshot onto the top rope. Harlem Side Kick, two count. Picks RVD up, armwringer into a back thrust kick for two. Now that chickenwing Barry Darsow used to use as a finisher. RVD fights out but Booker clubs him down. Right knocks RVD into the corner, and now a big chop. Another. Irish whip to the corner, Booker charges with a forearm, another, head to the corner blocked and RVD kicks him in the head. Both men staggering up, RVD with a kick to the gut. Right, right, off the second rope, crossbody for two. Right, irish whip reversed, RVD backflips off of a back body drop attempt and clothesline Booker down. A second ducked, Booker kick caught and RVD spinkicks him down for two. Kick to the gut, right, right, irish whip held onto, Booker knees RVD in the gut. Scissor kick ducked, and RVD roundhouse kicks him flush in the face. Up top, five star frog splash! Can he make the cover before time runs out? No. And at (05'00"), here's Luther. Clubbing left, another, another. Stomp, stomp, stomp, double axehandle for two. Another cover, another two. Choking RVD against the ropes, and at (05'29") we're going to commercial.

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We come back at (09'00") into the match, with RVD taking over with a kick to the chest, right, right, right. Irish whip to the corner reversed, Luther charges into a boot. Onto the second rope, backwards thrust kick. Spinning legdrop, Rolling Thunder for two. RVD picks Luther up, but Luther throws him off the ropes, big spinebuster. Off the ropes, big kneedrop misses, and here's Haas at (10'00", 06'29" total aired). Haas off the ropes, Luther clothesline ducked, but Luther catches him with an inverted atomic drop. Luther tries a running kick, but Haas dodges and Luther gets nothing but rope. Kick to the leg, clubbing right, kick to the leg, another, another, another, Luther shoves him off. Another kick to the leg, anklelock in the ropes! Luther limping, Haas takes him down by the leg, Indian Deathlock! Kicking the inside of the knee, again, standing anklelock now. Luther shoves him off, but Haas goes back to the leg and takes him down. Elbowdrop on the leg, another, now puts his leg on the knee and pulls the leg up. Haas keeps getting two counts as Luther falls to the mat. Luther finally sits up into a double choke, which Haas kicks out of. Kick to the gut, another, another, irish whip reversed, Luther with a kick to the gut and a butterfly suplex. Luther limps over but Haas kicks him in the gut and fireman carries him for two. Haas goes for the leg again but Luther catches him in a headlock and knees him with the good leg, again, again. Big clothesline, both men down. Luther crawls over and gets a two count. Luther picks him up, big back suplex for two. Luther plants a knee in Haas's back and pulls back with a chinlock as we go to break at (13'54", 10'23" total aired).

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And we're back with Dupree and Haas in at (17'16") in. Dupree covers after something for two. Dupree picks Haas up, into the corner, chop. Haas with a right, Dupree with one of his own. Haas with a knee, Dupree with a right to the gut. Dupree irish whip reversed, but Haas charges and runs into a TNA Phantom Boot. Dupree...up top? Posing and Haas does a pop-up armdrag. Shades of his mentor, Kurt Angle. Both men down, Haas up first and gets a German suplex for two. Dupree doesn't surrender to a German? Highly unrealistic. Haas hangs on, gets another! Again for two. WRESTLING ISN'T REAL. Third attempt blocked, Dupree elbow ducked, Exploder for two. Another cover, another two. Haas regaining his second wind, off the ropes, Luther distracts the ref and Booker nails Haas with his belt. Dupree puts Haas in...an STF? as Miss Jackie distracts the ref herself. Twenty seconds left, the ref now checking Haas. Cena yelling at Haas to stay in there and...he does! Here's Cena at (20'00", 13'07" total aired). Cena checks on Haas, and now Cena and Dupree stare down. Jawing at one another, U Cant See Me. Dupree tries a kick to the gut, caught, Cena takes him down and punches him in the head many times. Charge, just throwing him to the ground and punching him in the head some more. Irish whip to the corner, Dupree falls to the ground. Dupree begs off, Cena walks into a shot to the gut. Head to the turnbuckle, blocked, Dupree eats turnbuckle himself. Irish whip to the corner, Cena charges but Dupree flips over and comes off the ropes with a nice neckbreaker for two. Dupree with a camel clutch! Cena tries to stand up but collapses. Cena tries it again but gets the MIKE ENOS as Dupree lets go. Both men up, Dupree right, right, right, snap suplex for two. Now a chinlock. Cena stands up out of this, however, and jawbreakers Dupree down. Dupree clothesline ducked, Cena clothesline not. Cena back elbow, flying shoulderblock misses and Cena stands up into a spinebuster. French Tickler, off the ropes, elbowdrop misses. Cena with a flapjack, pops up, U Cant C Me. Off the ropes, Five Knuckle Shuffle amazingly only gets two. Pumping up the sneakers, F U! Wait, Dupree slides out and rolls him for two. Dupree off the ropes, Cena has him up for the F U again! Dupree grabs the ropes as Booker slides in, and time runs out at (25'00", 18'07" total aired). Now it's Cena and Booker, who blindsides Cena right away. Stomp, stomp, running stomp, another. Picks him up, right, chop, right, irish whip, clothesline ducked, Booker flying clothesline gets two. Armwringer, back thrust kick, Booker with the U Cant C Me. Picks Cena up, snapmare, off the ropes, U Can't C Me, kneedrop to the head gets two. Chinlock! Cena elbows out, irish whip, telegraphs the back body drop and gets kicked in the head. Irish whip, Cena holds on, Booker tries to Harlem Side Kick him but Cena dodges and Booker falls outside. RVD peppers him with rights and throws him in, and Cena rolls him up for three at (27'06", 20'13" total aired). Booker tries to ambush Cena, and a pier-six brawl breaks out with Team Cena throwing Team Booker outside. And they celebrate as we fade to black. BUY SUMMERSLAM!

Well, that was a fun main event. Angle/Eddy interview ruled hard too. All in all I'd say it did a way better job of hyping the PPV than Raw on Monday. Jordan looked better than he ever has, and Dupree looked slightly better as well. Though, lemme tell you what, Charlie Haas? That dude, he's a pretty awesome dude. Yeah. So, all in all I'd say good show, Chavo/Nunzio trainwreck notwithstanding. Until next time! And the time after that! After that, ehhhh not so sure. We'll see.

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