Another week - or, for some reason, ten days - and another review. We're into the second week of poorly scripted storylines now, and I'm internally screaming "WHHHHAAAAAAAAATTT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK" every second. Not only that, but I'm currently being hunted by a hyper tabby cat [Update: I kicked that fucker out of the room]. So yeah, I'm really disgruntled.
Now, to refer to my notes:
We open with a rather impressive match - the Motor City Machine Guns vs. Generation Me. Before we get into it, what sort of names are Max and, uh, I forgot other name. Larry? It was probably Larry. Stupid names, anyway - that's my point. They also look like hobos. The Guns get snazzy matching outfits and these guys come out dressed like a couple of - oh, what's the word? - *****. Yeah, that's the word. Other than the stupid tag team name, the stupid ring names and the stupid outfits, I reckon they're pretty good though.
Anyway, pretty good match. For an X Division spotfest, it came across as pretty fluid; there was a reason for every spot and nothing came across as overly scripted. Midway through we get a nice splitscreen of Kevin Nash, Scott Hall and Sean "in human terms, worse than Joseph Stalin" Waltman, who we are informed are now referred to as - wait for it - "The Band". This revelation gives me an aneurysm. Anyway, back into the action and the Motor City Machine Guns lose to the rookies. Why? Fuck it, why not - it's TNA. They haven't made sense since, well, ever. Every decision they make is made by pulling pieces of paper out of a hat.
Then the Nasty Boys are doing... something. I was honestly so disinterested I briefly drifted into a coma. They tease a feud with Team 3D, I think. I guess the reasoning is that The Nasty Boys are so irrelevant, they'll actually be able to make 3D look relevant again.
They promote Angle/Styles some more. This is apparently Angle's last shot at AJ for the entire year - which was ingenuously announced off-screen, unless I just wasn't listening, which is equally plausible - and, well, what? Looks like AJ's title reign will be ending as prematurely as I do - i.e. laughably premature.
AJ and Angle do a little back-and-forth. It's good, I don't have to tell you that - they're both very good at cutting promos. I will later look back at this as "much better than all of that other shit".
The masked man that's been attacking AJ for months is revealed. It's none other than Tomko! Y'know, Tyson Tomko? Used to team with AJ Styles? Won the titles at Bound For Glory 2007? Was part of the Christian Coalition? Bald guy, beard, lots of tatoos, kinda big? Yeah, me neither. I just anti-climaxed in my pants.
My notes then read "'The Band' promo - fucking abysmal". I'll take my own word on that.
Lethal Consequences get squashed by Bobby Lashely on their way to the ring for, uh, no reason. Again - put slips of paper in a hat, shove your hand in and book that motherfucker. Three black wrestlers and none of them are Elijah Burke or Orlando Jordon. What are the odds!?
3D (who, news to me, were Lethal Consequences' opponents) pin Lethal Consequences, then cut a promo on the Nasty Boys. Ray has an axe. Oddly, the only thing I would ever like to see the Nasty Boys as is as the victims of a brutal axe murder, so I pay attention. No luck, 3D axe down the door and the Nasty Boys jump them from behind. One fat cunt knocks another fat cunt unconscious with a fucking framed picture. Losing the will to live.
Then we have Val Venis; now known as Sean Morley. He cuts a promo and, being a mark for Val Venis, I have no problem with this. Unfortunately, a smaller, skinnier version of Val Venis (apparently known as Christopher Daniels) interrupts him. Which one's Val Venis? Which one's Christopher Daniels? Which one's Elijah Burke? The gay one? Really? Anyway, yeah, they fight. Venis wins. I think. In your face, skinnier version! Another example of TNA's "from the hat" booking.
Matt Morgan and Hernandez have a match against Beer Money. Beer Money, having been put over as "the best tag team in the world" several times already during the night, get dominated by Morgan and Hernandez in what I believe is at most their third match together. Luckily for the "elite tag team" that is Beer Money, Rob Terry interferes. Then 'The Band' interfere. Sean Waltman runs ahead and gets beat up, I perk up a little. Then Beer Money get beat up and my heart sinks again.
Bischoff comes out and cuts a promo. Hall keeps trying to fuck it up by making random comments. He's clearly out of it - he's been at the cocaine-coated donuts again, obviously. Something comes of it. I'm not sure what. I honestly don't give a shit.
Next match is Desmond Wolfe vs. Samoa Joe. Looks better on paper than it actually was. It was OK. So yes, possibly the best thing of the night. It's brightened up by The Pope (who is probably Elijah Burke, but may be Orlando Jordon) stealing the show on commentary. Wolfe wins the match and he and Pope almost come to fisticuffs. "Come Sunday, we gon' get funkay like ah donkay", promises Pope. SHIT JUST GOT REAL.
Another snippet of terrible Tomko promos that we've been seeing throughout the night. He claims he "came up with the idea of wearing a mask and paying AJ some little visits". Tomko a gimp CONFIRMED. It's time for Tomko/Styles for the title.
"Bring out the gimp!" says the ring announcer.
"The gimp's sleepin'" answers Zed.
"Well then wake 'im up" responds the ring announcer.
Out comes Tomko with a sleepy yawn. Look, I could describe the match but I'd rather do this:
AJ Styles is the best thing ever. He is so good that I would sit through two hours of the worse quality programming imaginable just to watch a ten minute match of his. He is so good that I would sit through the Nasty Boys and Sean Waltman. He is really, really good.
Anyway, Ric Flair commentates in a manner that indicates he's lost his soul. AJ wins the match but Tomko beats him up afterwards. Angle chases him off and offers to shake AJ's hand. AJ refuses and heads for the back. Ric Flair smiles. THE HAT KNOWS ALL AND SEES ALL.
Verdict: I'd rather continuously punch myself in the balls for two hours straight but hey, it had AJ Styles. AJ Styles.
Edit: Oh, I almost forgot. This week, Jeff Jarrett (supposed heel) managed to cut a clumsy tweener promo. Last week, he cut a babyface promo. Progress, Jeff, progress.