WWE SmackDown! - 06/03/04
by Tom Feely
It's been a long day for waking up at 3:30 PM, so my apologies if this isn't up to my usual standards.
We kick off with a video package for Jim Dudley (1910-2004), narrated by Vince. His WWE family will miss him. Probably his real one, too!
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Last Thursday, Paul Heyman smacked D-Von Dudley for exposing his man-titty, so the Dudleyz subsequently made an impact, attacking Eddy Guerrero during his main event match with Booker T. Wait, no, that wasn't them. The Dudleyz kidnapped Paul Bearer, yeah.
hey yo it's my life my time my Spike Dudley beating his chest
We aren't LIVE FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA, and this is WWE SmackDown! Your announcers: TAZZ and MICHAEL COLE
TONIGHT!: Undertaker vs. Booker T in a Judgment Day rematch
TONIGHT!: Eddy Guerrero in action against an opponent not worthy of a graphic!
TONIGHT!: Summer Break Out Bikini Contest: Torrie vs. Miss Jackie vs. Dawn Marie vs. Sable!
TONIGHT!: Coming out to the ring is BOOKER T. Can he in fact "shock the world" and beat the Undertaker!? He has a mic: "Yo check it out, check it out. I know I don't have to justify myself to the Undertaker, and I DAMN SURE don't have to justify myself to you people." booooo "But I wanna make something absolutely clear. Last week, I had nothing to do with the abduction of Paul Bearer. Cuz man it don't make me no different if Paul Bearer is here or not. NOTHING is gonna stop me from beating the Undertaker tonight." boooooo "But um, in fact, you wanna know who I think the real culprit was? I think it was the Undertaker. You know why? You know, I bet that sucka had D-Von Dudley and Bubba Ray snatch that sucka just so he'll have an excuse not to make it here tonight. But it ain't gonna happen. See tonight, I'm gonna get the job done. And all your little power, it ain't gonna make no difference. You know why? Because you're dealin wit' BOOKER T, THE FIVE-TIME WCW CHAMPION. NOW CAN YOU DIG THAT--" Oh no, word life it appears to be basic thuganomics. It's JOHN CENA, wearing the #23 of the Toronto Blue Jays' Cecil Fielder. "Hey pump-pump-pump-pump-pump the BRAKES, brah." Cena chants "I hate to interrupt your little celebration, but uh--bro, last week, you was all over me, man. Pulled the top rope down, beat me like I owed ya money. You almost cost me my title, Book. Well I settle my beef face-to-face, man-to-man. You got a issue with me, we gonna settle it, right here, right now." Cena enters his fighting stance, Booker...talks: "Yo, look man, I ain't got no problem with you, dawg. That, last week, that was business, man. You know what, in fact, I feel sorry for you, man. These people came to see me beat up on the Undertaker tonight." booooo "And you come out here, you got your little sayin', you got your little ['you can't see me' hand wave] hand sign..." Cena Cena Cena Cena "...you got your catchphrase, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, you know what? Who does that remind you of? Uh, let me see...ME. Yeah, that's right, the five-time, the can't see me, you know what, man? It's obvious, you're just a Booker T wannabe." booo and yeah really, Cena acts much more steriotypically black than Booker T. HIYO "WHOAAAA. Whoa, genius. I ain't no Booker T, imitation. If I wanted to imitate Booker T, I'd have to get the voice." DANGER DANGER DANGER HE'S SLIPPING INTO A BAD IMPRESSION "Like I been eatin' out of an ashtray or somethin'. Then I, I'd have to get the leg back 'cuz Booker T got problems, he got problems with the equilibrium. I'd have to start shakin' like I got a problem with my nervous system. [stares at shaking hand] Is it cold in here? And then to top it all off, you can't imitate Booker T without the face. Bro, you do it, hey you do it all the time, I seen it, all these people seen it-- you got that look, that face, that [bugs out his eyes and stares at his hand] --like, like you just pooped your pants. I mean you, you cruisin', you doin' your thing then [fart noise]. [stares at hand] I think I just had an accident. I--" Cena Cena Cena Cena "I think the five-time got a little number two in the tail end. And this ain't no five time, bro. You reachin'. You reachin' for somebody to throw you a baby wipe, a toilet paper, rolled up newspaper, magazine centerfold, anything to get your hands on to stop some trouble. And that's, THAT'S why you do the spinaroonie." "Let me tell you something, man." "Hey nonononono it's cool, man, I understand now, I got it now, bro. You got a load full of trouble goin' on back there. You gotta smooth things out. So you get down and dirty, do your [spins in a circle while making a fart noise, then stares at hand] -- I can dig that, sucka." cheers "You didn't say that. Tell me -- you didn't just say that." Cena and Booker go nose-to-nose as a third voice enters: "Hold it, hold it, stop right there, hold it. Whoa, whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second." It's KURT ANGLE (w/Luther Rains), crippled. "Cena, I'll agree with you on one thing -- you are NOT a Booker T wannabe. Because unlike Booker, you have no respect for authority, you have no regard for other people's feelings, and above all else, Cena -- you have no class." boos as Rains parks Angle at the bottom of the entrance ramp "And if you have a problem with Booker T, that's one thing, but I will not, I will NOT let you come out here and jeopardize MY main event, you SELFISH, SELFISH MAN. Cena, every week I have a board of directors, not to mention the President of UPN, BREATHING DOWN MY NECK because they have NO IDEA what you're gonna do next. LOOK AT ME. I'll tell you what you're gonna do, you're gonna apologize to Booker T, you're gonna your tail OUT of that ring, you're gonna grab your things and get the HECK out of this arena, that's what you're gonna do next." boooooo "When I DON'T, what are you gonna do, [Rumpy?]?" And Booker blindsides Cena for using what was surely a lame nickname for Luther Rains. Booker with rights, then exchanging until Cena wins the battle. However, Booker throws Cena to the outside. Booker right blocked, Cena unloads with a few of his own. Booker in control now as the fight heads over towards Angle, with Rains trying to direct traffic. Cena to the steps, he rebounds backwards and falls onto Kurt Angle, whose wheelchair tips over. Here's Booker with a chair, about to hit Cena, who moves so Booker hits Angle's injured leg. Oh no, now he'll be crippled! Rains throws Cena back in the ring, but Angle prevents him from entering it himself, as he wants a mic: "Cena, you attacked me! I'm the General Manager, dammit! You attacked a man in a wheelchair! I'm a handicap, for God's sake! I can't wait to tell the Board of Directors about this, 'cuz I'm gonna make sure they strip you of the U.S. title! I HATE YOU! NOW GET THE HELL OFF MY SHOW! GET OUT OF HERE!" Angle doubles over in pain, Cena chants, and now
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Smack of the Night: Kurt Angle asks Eddy Guerrero to sign a hold-harmless release, which he has. Hence:
WWE Champion EDDY GUERRERO (228, El Paso, TX) vs. DANNY BASHAM (w/ Doug Basham, 245, Columbus, OH) in a non-title match Eddy with the phat ride, as always. Cole reminds us about Eddy vs. JBL at the Great American Bash with a stipulation to be announced later tonight! He also tells us that John Cena has been thrown out of the building. Bell rings, Eddy chants, circle and lockup. Eddy with a headlock, shoved off the ropes, Eddy shoulderblock. Another headlock. Again off the ropes, another shoulderblock. Eddy off the ropes again, Danny hits the mat, back off the ropes, Danny leapfrogs but Eddy stops, Danny turns around into a dropkick. Picks him up, irish whip, baaaack body drop. Eddy does a bit of dancing, and goes to pick up Danny, who lifts him over the top and out of the ring near Doug. Doug with a big right, knocking Eddy into the timekeepers' area, then some dancing of his own. Outraged, Eddy picks up a chair and...throws it to Doug, then gets the attention of the referee, who ejects Doug for trying to hit Eddy with a chair. As Danny argues with the ref, Eddy schoolboys him for two. Irish whip, reversed, back body drop. Right, right, right, lick that palm, right, two count. Blatant chokehold until the four count. Spinning back body drop, victory roll cover for two. Goes...for a snapmare? Cranking on the neck? This submission hold looks fucked up. Eddy up, then spins out with a belly-to-belly suplex. ...okay, that was odd. Danny up first, right hand, another. Grabs his head, a third, no effect as Eddy beats his chest. Danny right blocked, Eddy right right right dance big right. Irish whip, reversed, Eddy flying headscissors. Vertical suplex #1, #2, goes for the third but Danny knees Eddy in the gut and throws him into the referee. Danny sees his opening, then rolls outside and grabs the belt as Eddy checks the ref. Danny goes to hit Eddy with the belt as he turns around, but that gets blocked with a kick to the crotch. Eddy grabs the belt, hits Danny with it, then throws it outside and plays possum. Cole tries to sell it as Eddy maybe blacking out, and Cole is a dumbass. Cole points out the glassy look in Eddy's eyes, then says the same about Danny. Tazz then points out that Danny Basham is holding his face, and you can't see his eyes. You go Tazz. Both men down, ref counts to seven, and Eddy pops up quickly. Up top, frog splash, that's all. (05'26") Eddy climbs the turnbuckle and holds the belt aloft for the crowd. Replays of Eddy framing Doug, the belt shot, and the frog splash.
The Raw Diva Search has begun!
commercials -- I recognized the fat chick from that "Dodgeball" movie as Lori Beth Denberg, I'm so proud of myself. But not as much as when I recognized a girl from the movie "Saved!" as one of the Nightcrawlers from "Pete and Pete". gooooo me
shots of THECN Tower, clips of EARLIER THIS WEEK, where the announcement was made that Toronto will host Summerslam 2004. Angle guarantees that SmackDown! will make this the biggest PPV of the year. HHH says the same about himself. John Cena is representing for his fans in Toronto. Eddy Guerrero knows nobody will yell more than Toronto, orale. Vince wants us all to have fun.
Tazz and Cole talk about Summerslam, but WHAT it's MORDECAI, sans robe but with cross, wait, symbol. Walking veeeery slowly to the ring, puts his symbol thing in its magical appearing stand. Yep. He enters the ring, and says something to TONY CHIMEL. Chimel: "Ladies and gentlemen, bow your heads and close your eyes, Mordecai has demanded a moment of silence so that he may pray for your sins." The crowd boos for prayer. Mordecai gets on one knee, the lights go dim, and he speaks: "Almighty father, I kneel in this ring, in a cesspool of a country. In a city where the children are nothing more than spoiled brats. And the women, the wives, the daughters, the mothers, and the grandmothers, are no better than the harlots that sell themselves on these city streets." boooo "Where weak-minded men are cowardly and corrupt. Father, you forgive them, but I will not. I cannot. I will punish each and everyone one of them, and they will hear me and fear me. For I HAVE DAMNED THEM TO HELL." Torchlike flames from the turnbuckles. Cole: "Mordecai has damned this audience to Hell." Mordecai kneels in front of his symbol, and we cut to
RICO and CHARLIE HAAS sitting backstage. Haas: "Miss Jackie, you ready yet?" Stripper music as we shift over to the silhouette of Miss Jackie, changing. "Hold on one sec." "This summer break out bikini contest is gonna be exciting." "Divas in bikinis..." Miss Jackie comes out from behind the screen, wearing her bikini underneath a towel. "Guys, ready to see the other one?" "Yes we are." "You sure?" "Mmm hmm." "Well, here it is." We don't get to see, of course. "Last week's was good..." "But this week's is GREAT!"
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FUNAKI (already in ring) vs. WWE Cruiserweight Champion CHAVO CLASSIC (w/Chavo Guerrero, 220, El Paso, TX) for the WWE Cruiserweight Championship Sign: "In Mexico, don't drink the water, drink CHAVO CLASSIC." Maybe a contender for #3 sign of the year. "JBL RULES?" is still king, however. Classic forces Chavo to hold the ropes open for him, and he does so. Chavo appeals to the crowd, but gets tapped on the shoulder by Classic, who wants his son to take off his robe. Chavo joins us for commentary. Circle, lockup, go behind by Funaki, reversed, Funaki shoves into the ropes. We cut to the commentary table, and when we come back, Funaki has Classic in a headlock. Chavo: "Look at him, he's the champion, he's got the speed, the agility of Rey Mysterio, he's got the strength of the Undertaker, he's got the style of a John Cena..." Funaki thrown off the ropes, but shoulderblocks Classic down. Funaki off the ropes, Classic hits the mat, but Funaki stops and armdrags Classic once he gets up. Another armdrag, picked up, arm wringer. Classic pulls Funaki down by the hair, irish whip, gut wrench suplex! That's old school. Classic has Funaki in a headlock, runs over the corner, off the second rope with a tornado headlock takeover! Chavo Classic is awesome. Classic plays to the crowd, and then his son, who applauds him in return. However, Funaki comes up behind Classic and dropkicks him out of the ring. Funaki goes out, throws Classic back in, and watches Chavo as he enters the ring. So Classic knees him in the head. Headlock, punch to the forehead. Irish whip, reversed, Funaki dropkick but Classic holds onto the ropes. Classic struts around the ring, and Funaki kicks him in the head. Cole: "So he's Chavo Classic, then what are you, Chavo Lite?" Chavo: "I'm all the taste with half the fat. Diet Chavo." Funaki right, right, chop, right, chop, right, irish whip to the corner. Charge, back body dropped but Funaki lands on the apron. Chavo turns around, Funaki shoulder to the stomach, then up to the tope rope. Classic distracts the referee, and Diet Chavo relieves himself of commentating duties long enough to shove Funaki off the rope. Classic covers him, 1, 2, champ retains. (02'21") Classic celebrates, and four smoking babes, well...three and a fourth who appears to be older than the others, mob Classic, who plants a kiss on the strawberry blonde. Tazz says these women have more miles on them than Rand McNally. Chavo goes to join him, Cole asks to go too, but refuses. Chavo offers Tazz to come along, but Tazz declines since he has to carry the show.
UP NEXT!: tits!
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Backstage, Classic is still celebrating with the foxy bitches (and his son). "See son, this is what you call a real sex symbol. And these girls from north of the border, these women like some of that southern border style, if you know what I mean." "I know what you mean dad, I know what you mean. I had no idea, you're not only classic -- you're a sex symbol." "Without a doubt, without a doubt." "I gotta roll, brother, I'll talk to you later." Chavo leaves, and Classic looks to make sure. "Hey, you guys did a great job, you did a beautiful job." He pulls out a wad of cash, and divides it amongst the women. He gets to the fourth, the older one -- "And here's a little extra, and I'll see you [something in Spanish], okay?" He gets a kiss on the cheek, and we cut to the ring
where there's JAMIE NOBLE, in a tux, surrounded by assorted summer paraphernalia. They're from Jamie Noble's briefcase full of his pool oils and pool toys. Or maybe not. He has a mic, and talks in his hilarious real speaking voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jamie Noble has been hand-picked to emcee this summer breakout bikini contest. I know, I know, this tuxedo ain't exactly summerlike, but I've gone all out -- Jamie Noble is dressed to impress. Okay okay okay, I know you people din't come here to see Jamie Noble in a speedo, that you come here to see the BEAUTIFUL DIVAS OF SMACKDOWN!" yaaaay "And I wanna start you off with TORRIE WILSON!" And here she is, almost wearing a blue robe. "MISS JACKIE!" There she is, in a pink robe will all sorts of feathers and crap. "DAWN MARIE!" She's in pink, showing surprisingly little cleavage compared to Torrie. Tazz rightfully points out she has nice earrings. "SABLE!" And here she is in a short flower-print robe, looking less happy to be here than Lita before a match she knows she's going to lose. And okay here's
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"Okay ladies, this is how this contest works. You see all these items in the ring, well, each of you will have 20 seconds to dance with one of these items and show THE WHOLE WORLD who's gonna be the hottest Diva on the beach this summer." Torrie and Jackie say something to each other, Dawn says something to Sable, who just kind of gives her a courtesy smile. "AND YOU, THE PEOPLE, THE AUDIENCE GET TO THE PICK THE WINNER! And to show that there's no hard feelings between me and Torrie Wilson for that smack last week, you gonna go first. And I pick....mmm...your item will be, this sandbox right here." Torrie takes off her robe (fleshtone bikini), kicks off her heels, gets in, and then pours sand on herself, and rubs it on...places. Gratuitous bending over to pick it up, but only about a third of it in the direction of the camera. I don't get people who say she looks plastic or whatever, she's a very attractive women. Yep. rowr. "Whoa, ho, I'd love to play in the sand with you, HEY! I gotta keep this contest going, and next up is DAWN MARIE. HEY! And your item, this beach chair. Whoa whoa whoa hold on, wait one second, baby, I think I'm gonna sit down and, uh, enjoy this one." He sits in the chair. Dawn takes out some sunglasses and puts them on Jamie, then...disrobes. Dark red with a little bit of sparkles. And uh, a lot of ass? She dances a little for Noble, then comes up behind and either...whispers something in his ear or kisses him high up on the cheek. Jamie gets up (not like that) "WHOA-HO, HO, WHOO, whoa, hey [dries off his forehead with a beach towel], I TELL YOU WHAT, whoo, it's gettin' hot in here. Speakin' of hot, SABLE, I think you can be next, and uh, your item I think will be, uh, this here, uh, beach towel. So uh, why don't you uh, go ahead and uh, take that robe off, girl." He holds the towel in front of her as she does so. "That's it." She wraps it onto herself. Then she...slowly takes if off. Black one piece. Shakes her ass slowly below the camera, how hot. "OH MAN, and everybody knows, the best thing about summer, other than dryin' off, is gettin' wet. So, LAST, but not LEAST, MISS JACKIE. And your item is this nice little bucket of water. Hahaha that one right thar. There you go, girl." Pink, yellow, and bright green patterned, probably the skimpiest of any of the four. Shovels up some water, drinks it but OH it goes down her chin. Okay, yes, this is the skimpiest. Pouring the water all over herself, Dawn and Torrie laugh and applaud, Sable...kind of does so too in an attempt to be one of the girls. Noble applauding as well. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is gonna be a hard decision, but it's time for YOU to pick a winner. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO." The following is amusing because Noble is shorter than all of these women, although they have their heels on. Except for Torrie, who's still taller than him. Noble puts his hand over the head of "is it gonna be TORRIE WILSON?" lots of cheers "MISS JACKIE?" slightly more "DAWN MARIE?" decent sized, but still third "SABLE?" the least reaction, actually even some boos "ALRIGHT, and your winner, without a doubt, is MISS JACKIE!" She poses and blows kisses to the audience. "HEY HEYHEYHEY and your, and your surprise is, you get to give Jamie Noble a big ol' hug and kiss, girl. Yeah, that's right. Yeah. Okay okay, c'mere baby. C'mere, c'mere girl. Oh, you want me to shut my eyes? Oh, okay baby. Here we go, on three. One, two, three." Oh no, Jamie Noble has seemed to have been doused with buckets of water from the four women. How madcap. "THIS IS A RENTAL. I RENTED THIS. I GOTTA HAVE THIS BACK IN THE MORNING. THIS COST ME $29.99, I'M GONNA HAVE TO BUY IT. YOU'RE TRYIN' TO MESS MY SUIT UP." Torrie pushes Jamie into the sandbox, where the girls begin to pour sand on him. Sable adds insult to injury by pouring more water on him. Replay of the dousing.
TONIGHT!: The Undertaker vs. Booker T!
LAST THURSDAY: The same stuff that was covered in the opening package
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THE TIME HAS COME. A FORCE OF VENGEANCE IS UPON OUR SHORES, READY TO EXPLODE. BORN WITH AN UNCONTROLLABLE FURY. RAISED WITH A THIRST FOR REVENGE. HUNGRY FOR REDEMPTION. UNSTOPPABLE. UNMERCIFUL. HE IS KENZO SUZUKI. "America, [Japanese] I WILL BE VICTORIOUS." KENZO SUZUKI NEXT THURSDAY
RENE DUPREE (w/Fifi, 263, Paris, France) vs. REY MYSTERIO (175, San Diego, CA) Sign: RENE DUPREE IS A FIFI. What. Circle, lockup, Dupree pushes Rey to the corner. Clean break? No, Rene tries to get a big right, but Mysterio ducks out of the corner and kicks Rene in the side of the leg. Dupree charges, drop toe hold. Up, dropkick to the leg. More kicks to the leg, irish whip to the corner, reversed. Dupree charges, meets boot. Mysterio slides between Rene's legs, then mule kicks him into the corner. Up onto him, punches get to six, shoved off. Dupree tries a clothesline, ducked, another kick to the leg. Rey off the ropes, clotheslined. On top of him now, four rights to the head. Picks him up, irish whip, lifted up and then driven down. Off the ropes with an elbowdrop, but grabbing the leg Rey worked over. Hobbles over, two count. Picks him up, puts him backwards on the top. Up himself, but Mysterio with rights, then elbows Dupree off. Dupree up, Rey with the seated senton from the top. Off the ropes, ducked, Rey with a spinning headscissors, and then the ocean cyclone bulldog for two. Rey with his own version of the French Tickler, so Rey punches him in the stomach. Goes for the Michinoku Driver, but Rey slips out. Dupree turns around and charges into a drop toe hold, and winds up on the second rope. Rey going for the 619, but Dupree stands up and hits him with a running knee to the gut. Still favoring that leg, but he breaks out the French Tickler himself. Kick to the gut, going for the powerbomb. Rey punches out, sunset flips...for three? (03'03") Rey does Rene's dance on the entrance ramp as Dupree stews. Okay.
RAW REBOUND: Chris Benoit loses to The Tandem Move! Eugene gets way too much airtime!
Booker T is shadowboxing backstage! Can he beat the Undertaker!?
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EARLIER TONIGHT: John Cena further crippled Kurt Angle, and the crowd laughed. How dare those Canadians disrespect a great American hero.
ding ding ding ding ding it's JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD. He has a bullrope with him. HMMM I WONDER WHAT STIPULATION HE CHOSE. Cole: "Bradshaw has his own radio show." Tazz: "Yeah, I watch it all the time." Bradshaw sadly seems not over with this crowd. "I'm from America, you treat me with just a little bit of respect." boooo "On May 16th, 2004, John Bradshaw Layfield defeated Eddy Guerrero at Judgment Day. I SHOULD BE WWE CHAMPION. The only reason, THE ONLY REASON I AM NOT, is because Eddy Guerrero is a lying, cheating coward. A coward that got himself intentionally disqualified because he knew that I had him beat. You know, this was just business. It's now become personal. And personal's okay with me. You see, Kurt Angle has allowed me, John Bradshaw Layfield, to name the kind of match that Eddy and I will have for the WWE Championship at the Great American Bash. And I promise you, the match I have chose Eddy Guerrero will not like, because the match I've chose, Eddy Guerrero cannot run, he cannot hide. Eddy cannot get disqualified, because there are no disqualifications. This match is personal to me, because I grew up with this match -- the Texas bullrope match." and the crowd goes mild "You think Judgment Day was brutal? When Eddy Guerrero bled his little Latino blood all over the Staples Center? When I put Eddy Guerrero in the hospital? That is a walk in the park, a picnic to what's gonna happen at the Texas bullrope match at the Great American Bash. You see, it's real simple. Even you simple-minded Canadians can understand this. I told you, I'm from America, WE PROTECT YOU, YOU TREAT ME WITH RESPECT. One man ties his hand to one end of the rope, the other man ties his hand to the other. And from there, it's fair game. Anything goes. You can use the cowbell, which is sharp, and Eddy is a bleeder. And Eddy is a bleeder, but blood won't stop this match. You see, what stops this match, is when you got a man beat senseless, and you wrap the rope around his neck, you wrap the rope around his legs, or you just drag his unconscious carcass from pillar to post, until you touch all four corners, and that is when the person who does that becomes WWE Champion. To drag a man that far means that you have beat him senseless. There will be a clear and decisive winner in this match, and there will be a DEFINITE loser. And that will be you Eddy Guerrero, because I am not just gonna beat you, I AM GONNA HUMILIATE YOU. MY DESTINY AWAITS ME AT THE GREAT AMERICAN BASH, BECAUSE THAT IS THE DAY THAT JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD BECOMES WWE CHAMPION." I hope Eddy consults Carribean Legend Savio Vega how to win this match against Bradshaw, because he's done it.
UP NEXT: A Special Treat The Undertaker vs. Booker T
Slam of the Week: Booker T is not scared of all the Undertaker's little power
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LAST THURSDAY: The Dudleyz threw Paul Bearer in a trunk
BOOKER T (256, Houston, TX) vs. THE UNDERTAKER (305, Death Valley) Booker jumps Taker to start, raining rights, now in the corner, kicking the right knee repeatedly, big right. The ref gets Booker off him, but the Undertaker just comes right back, throwing Booker in the corner, raining rights and lefts, bright elbow, stomp, big right, irish whip to another corner, clothesline. Off the ropes, elbowdrop for two. Taker stalking Booker, who hits him with a thrust kick. Right, right, irish whip reversed, back elbow. Picks him up, arm wringer, pulls him forward and rams the shoulder, then pulls it towards the mat. Wringing the arm again, going for the ropewalk, but Booker kicks him in the gut before he gets up. Right, right, right, irish whip reversed. Big boot, ATOMIC LEGDROP for...only two. Puts on a keylock, puts on the ground again for a two count. Picks Booker up, holds his arms out then drops an elbow on it. Standing, uppercut to the arm. Knucklelock, picks him up by the arm and throws him down. Draping the arm over the rope, and cranking on it. Right, Booker now in the corner, Taker drapes the arm back over, puts his boot against the top rope, and pulls on the arm further until the ref makes him break. Back elbow, arm wringer again. Pulling it towards the mat, wrings it again, and going for the ropewalk. Walking the ropes, but Booker kicks the top rope. Taker doesn't get crotched, but instead falls backwards to the outside in a bump that could've been a lot worse. Since the Undertaker might be dead...er, we cut to commercials at (03'59")
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We come back with Booker perched on the top rope, missile dropkick for two! Replay of Taker being kicked off the ropewalk. Booker with an arm wringer and thrust kick to the face for two. And Booker with the rear chinlock with the right arm locked in. Taker gets up, kicks Booker in the leg a few times. Taker off the ropes, right into a Harlem Side Kick for two. Taker with an uppercut, three rights to the jaw, one to the face, but Booker comes off the ropes with a big clothesline. Taker getting up, Booker tries a suplex, blocked, again, Taker with a vertical suplex of his own. Taker up first by a bit, but Booker gets a right. Exchanging rights now, Taker gets the advantage. Irish whip, reversed, Taker gets a shoulderblock. Headbutt, Booker in the corner, Taker charges with a clothesline. Kick to the stomach, going for the Last Ride. Booker slides out, but...there's the chokeslam. High sign, "WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA -- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA." Whoa, it's PAUL HEYMAN. "You're WAY too concerned with what you're doing to other people, you should be far more concerned, sir, with what other people are doing to Paul Bearer. Now wait a minute, before you even think of coming down here to confront me, I want you to stay exactly where you are, because I'm coming down to that ring to confront YOU." And...he's doing so. "Now, I have to tell you, when I decided to motivate the Dudley Boyz, I had no idea how far they would go. I mean, to abduct Paul Bearer? To take control of the urn? I gotta admit, I'm impressed. NOW WAIT A MINUTE--" Taker has the goozle on Heyman. "HEY! COME ON!" And now THE DUDLEY BOYZ are on the TitanTron. Bubba Ray: "Taker! You gonna do it or not? I wouldn't. If I were you, I'd listen to the man." Hey, D-Von has the urn. "But again, you do what you wanna do. Paul Bearer's right behind this door. And if you ever wanna see him again, I'd listen to Heyman. Choice is yours." Bubba pats the urn. Taker still has Heyman in his grip, and...lets him go. "You don't want anything to happen to Paul Bearer. And neither do I! Which is why, I'm gonna give you a week, a week to make a decision, a decision that will affect the well-being of Paul Bearer. JOIN ME. JOIN ME, UNDERTAKER. JOIN US. Even in your cold, dark heart, you HAVE to know, that with you, and the Dudleyz and me together, we'd be unstoppable, which is why, I'm gonna give you a week to make the right decision. JOIN US or you will never see Paul Bearer again. HEY! Think of it this way-- after all these years, the Undertaker doesn't have Paul Heyman by the throat, Paul Heyman has...YOU by the throat." Heyman leaves and Taker looks distressed as we fade to black.
...yep. Oh, Heyman came out at (03'42") into the segment for reference. 'til whenever.