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| Yup, he dropped the Hammer on him Photo Credit: WWE.com |
Poor Justin Gabriel.
You get done juggling fire and taunting gravity for a day, only to be launched into a battle royal with some tag teams, the Great Khali, and the starting roster of the These Guys Didn't Get Future Endeavored Last Year? All-Stars. In a battle royal that'd warm the heart of any longtime Wrestling Challenge or WCW Saturday Night watcher you (and everybody else) overcome the Great Khali eventually. When Drew McIntyre tries to bounce you you skin the cat and turn it into a headscissor to take him out before backdropping out a conniving Primo. Your reward is an immediate shot at the Intercontinental Championship against your old best friend (really? Best friend? Really? Oh, that's right, that slick of AXE isn't doing the commentary anymore). And things're going so well.
Flash pins get him offguard. You survive him working over your ribs like a 9 to 5 and him kicking you in the face. The drop toe hold into the turnbuckle opens the door a crack and you see gold in the house, so you open the door. Kicks land. Crossbodies connect. You manage to narrowly avoid a countout, too, and connect with a springboard top-rope moonsault.
And in the blink of an eye rake you get laid out with a Bullhammer.
Doomed to be in the shadow of Part XIII of the Wade Barrett Rebuilding Project -- no matter how hard I laughed at Wade calling out Striker backstage for failing at schoolteaching, wrestling, interviewing, and life in general.
Maybe we're on the road to REAL MEN DON'T SKYJUMP, REAL MEN FOREARM YOU IN THE MOUTH shirts.
Well, probably not.
But away from the brightest lights, the Englishman proves himself to be a big fish in the small ponds--a veritable Mr. Wednesday Night.
BOOM!
You get done juggling fire and taunting gravity for a day, only to be launched into a battle royal with some tag teams, the Great Khali, and the starting roster of the These Guys Didn't Get Future Endeavored Last Year? All-Stars. In a battle royal that'd warm the heart of any longtime Wrestling Challenge or WCW Saturday Night watcher you (and everybody else) overcome the Great Khali eventually. When Drew McIntyre tries to bounce you you skin the cat and turn it into a headscissor to take him out before backdropping out a conniving Primo. Your reward is an immediate shot at the Intercontinental Championship against your old best friend (really? Best friend? Really? Oh, that's right, that slick of AXE isn't doing the commentary anymore). And things're going so well.
Flash pins get him offguard. You survive him working over your ribs like a 9 to 5 and him kicking you in the face. The drop toe hold into the turnbuckle opens the door a crack and you see gold in the house, so you open the door. Kicks land. Crossbodies connect. You manage to narrowly avoid a countout, too, and connect with a springboard top-rope moonsault.
And in the blink of an eye rake you get laid out with a Bullhammer.
Doomed to be in the shadow of Part XIII of the Wade Barrett Rebuilding Project -- no matter how hard I laughed at Wade calling out Striker backstage for failing at schoolteaching, wrestling, interviewing, and life in general.
Maybe we're on the road to REAL MEN DON'T SKYJUMP, REAL MEN FOREARM YOU IN THE MOUTH shirts.
Well, probably not.
But away from the brightest lights, the Englishman proves himself to be a big fish in the small ponds--a veritable Mr. Wednesday Night.
BOOM!