Monday Morning...Columbia, South Carolina...
Vince McMahon: This is amazing. See, Shane? Having all the brands back together is literally the meaning of family reunion.
Shane McMahon: Umm, dad? I’m pretty sure it means having your family - like your family - back together.
Vince: Either way. It’s the season premiere, so shut up. Let’s just get everyone together and try to take this group picture already.
The wrestlers are all standing around waiting for the photo to be taken. DX walks up to King Booker.
Triple H: Hey Booker.
Shawn Michaels: (hopping around and bobbing his head) Hey, hey, hey…Mister Booker! Why I oughta! Yada, yada, yada, homina-homina-homina…
Booker T: Yo, dawg. What’s up with your boy?
Hunter: It’s the new gimmick we’re doing. It’s like the old gimmick, only new. Anyway, I heard Batista saying some things, man. He said that you eat doo-doo for dinner.
Booker: What? Tell me he didn’t say that.
Shawn Michaels: (in a high pitched voice) My name is Batista. Booker T is a booger.
Booker: (throwing down his crown) Son-of-a-bitch!
Booker runs up to Batista, who is eating a snack.
Booker: What the hell did you just say about me?
Batista: (confused) What? Nothing. I’m just standing here eating some Combos. It really cheeses my hunger away.
Booker: (irate) What’s that supposed to mean, you bastard?!

Booker jumps on Batista.
Shawn: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Hunter: Nice. I love it. (turning to the wrestler beside him) . Hey. Look at you. What are you gonna do, Mark Henry? Write a book called "How To Lose 300 Pounds in Four Weeks?"
MVP: Uh, dude, I’m not Mark Henry. I’m M.V.P.
Hunter: (happily) Oh yea! I loved that gimmick! You’re all a bunch of tax cheats! That was awesome, man! Money Inc was the shiznit!
MVP: You're thinking of I.R.S.
Hunter: Yes. Yes I am. (patting MVP on the head) Thank you, Mini-Mark Henry, for invoking treasured memories.

Back at the front, Vince is still trying to get everyone together for the pic.
Vince: Are they all lined up? OK, guys. I need you to…wait. Ric. Ric! Why don’t you have any pants on?
Ric Flair: (dancing) Whooo! Vince - whoooo - Mc - by God - Mahon! The Nature Boy. The Dirtiest Player in the Game. The jet flyin’, limousine riding', wheelin’ dealing, kiss stealing, son of a gun. The 16 Time World Champion Ric Flair is wearing - whoooo, by God - invisible pants.
Vince: (rolling his eyes) Invisible pants?
Ric: Yes. Invisible pants.
Vince: Would it be too much to ask that you go put on visible pants?
William Regal: (unbuckling his belt) Here. He can wear mine.
Vince: No! You keep your pants on too! We’re going to take a nice picture! I just want one nice picture we can hang up on the damn wall! Is that too much to ask?!
Brian Kendrick walks out of the group. He's confused as to where he should be.
Brian Kendrick: Excuse me, Mr. McMahon. Where should I stand?
Vince: I’m sorry, son. This picture is only for WWE performers.
Kendrick: I’m one of the World tag team champions.
Vince: No kidding? Nice. Glad you decided to come to the big time. We could always use a high profile jump. I’m always on the look out for champs from other companies. Ever since that Kurt Angle crap…
Kendrick: No. No, sir. I’m the tag champ on Smackdown.
Vince: (shocked) What the fu…Shane! Damit, Shane! TNA has a show called Smackdown? Why isn’t legal all over that?!
Kendrick: No. No, sir. You don’t get what I’m saying. I’m a WWE Superstar already.
Vince: What a positive way to see it. I like someone with a dream and determination. (looking Kendrick sympathetically in the eyes) Yes, little person. You are a WWE Superstar already. It’s good to dream. Here. Give me a hug.
Vince pulls Kendrick close and wraps his arms around him.
Kendrick: OK. This is awkward.
Vince: Who’s my creampuff?
Kendrick: Please stop, sir. I can’t breathe.
An uninvited guest runs into the room.
Kanyon: Who betta than Vince!?
Everyone stops and stares at Kanyon.
Vince: What the hell are you doing here?
Kanyon: (timidly) Who betta than Kanyon?
Vince: You weren’t invited to the reunion!
Umaga: Yeah! Like the Alanis Morissete song! (singing) You! You’re not a-llowed. You’re un-inviiiiiiit-ed….
All the wrestlers stop looking at Kanyon and look at Umaga.
Umaga: Uh, I mean…Moowawaahahaha! Ooga, ooga, ooga!
Kanyon: So I have to leave because I’m gay?
Vince: No. You have to leave because you weren’t invited.
Kanyon: But it’s really because I’m gay, right?
Triple H: (whispering to Shawn Michaels) Man, that guy is so gay.
Vince: God! That’s it. Sylvan, would you please show this gentleman out?
Sylvan: Viva la Quebec!
Sylvan walks Kanyon out. Viscera grins, adjusts his pants, and goes chasing after them.

Vince: Alright. So let’s just get this picture done.
Spirit Squad Kenny: (raising his hand) Mr. McMahon! JBL keeps licking his finger and sticking in my ear!
Vince: Is that true, John?
JBL: What? No! It’s just a little meet and greet. That’s it. Just a little harmless fun. Just a finger among friends. I like this here cheerleader. It’s not like I’d stick a bar of soap up his can while he’s showering or nothing. Just a friendly finger lick. No, sir. We only do the soap trick to them boys that complain to the management about petty things like wet willies. You know what I mean, Kenny?
JBL glares at Kenny.
Kenny: Yeah, uh. Yes. Yes I do.
JBL: Why don’t ya do a little cheer about it?
Kenny: I don’t want…
JBL: CHEER!
Kenny: (frightened) Rah, rah, sis-boom-ba. Please don’t stick a bar of soap up my ass.
JBL: Yee-haw! Buy! Sell! Ya-hooo!
Bradshaw begins shooting guns in the air like Yosemite Sam.
Vince: Right. On the count of three. Ready? One.
Triple H: Ready?
Shawn: You betcha. You betcha!
Vince: Two…
Triple H: Ready….? GO!
Vince: Three!
CLICK

Vince: DAMNIT!
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That’s right, folks. Miss Mallory’s computer is out of commission for the evening, but she sends her love. In her place, I’ll be compiling the first ever Real Time Raw Insanity. I figured, what better way to try this concept than a three hour broadcast? In other words, I’m jumping head-first into the pool without checking to see if it has water in it…or if it’s even a pool. So join me for the show. We’re either going to have a great swim or we can crack our collective heads open together. Aw. Muffin.
Tonight’s show is coming to you live from the land of Hootie and the Blowfish. Columbia, South Cackalacky. With so many questions left unanswered, what will tonight bring? Will the Big Red No-Evil Seer Kane hold on to his Raw career in spite of the savage challenge from Umaga? Can the Monster send the Islander off the brand in their epic Loser-Leaves-Monday match? What about the fallout from No Mercy? Can the cocky William Regal find the testicular fortitude to stand up to King Booker again or will he apologize for being hard on his former King? What about DX? What about Lashley? What about Ken Kennedy? What about…well, you get the idea. Everyone’s here to rock the house on the USA Network. So grab your favorite drink and a bag of combos, people. It’s time for three hours of friggin’ Raw!
New Raw Theme Plays. Makes me kinda sad. I was sort of hoping against hope that they would use Jive Soul Bro by Slick.
Raw has a new slick logo that looks like the old logo only, uh, slick. Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler are freaking out from the University of South Carolina and we have a crazy night of action ahead. We shoot down to JBL and his little friend, Michael Cole. They freak out and go to team #3 ECW’s #1 sports entertainment storyteller, Joey Styles, and his partner “The Human Commentary Machine” Tazz. Then John Cena shows up.
We rewatch his steel cage victory from last week and applaud DX saving the day. John Cena is still champion and you have Triple H to thank for that. Wow. Bizarre-o world. The Champ is here and he gets his pop by saying that we’re at the season premiere of Raw. Jim Ross adds, “All three hours of it.” Ugh. John says that it’s the 697th Raw and "we’re strong as ever." (JG Note: Ever? Come awn.)
Before leaving, John tells Edge that he has a message for him. Listen up, TLC Boy. Through thick and through thin, it feels good to be able to say, “The Champ is still here.” On that note, Cena prepares to take his leave…
All Hail King Booker!
Alright, baby. I’ve been waiting for this. Stuck on Raw, I never got a chance to thrust me the Five Time WCW Champion.
No, Viscera. I said “hail,” not “hump.”
Oh…can I hump him anyway?
King Booker arrives and the commentary quickly switches from two men to four men and then back to two men as Cole and Bradshaw jump in on broadcast duties. Booker corrects the fair peasant Cena that he is not a champion because, well, he’s not on Smackdown. There's only one World Champion on Smackdown! That man is King Bookaaah and he is thy champion of champions. Don’t believe it? Did you see No Mercy? (JG Note: Most likely not.) Book beat three men. Even better, remember the last time the King was on Raw? He made you kiss his royal feet, you Vanilla Rogue!
The WWE Champion quickly jumps into a British accent and tells his evil aggressor that the last time he was on Smackdown, he vanquished the Champ and his Knights. He smolted you, bee-otch! Johnny tells the man in the cape that he’s not at a “Renaissance Fair.” He’s on Raw. Wanna talk about Champions of Champions? Well, screw the talk. “Let’s be about it.” With that, the champion hath been besmirched! But before they could tie it up, the Big Show arrived with his teeny weeny title.
We then go from two men on commentary to six men in no time flat. Ross, Cole, Bradshaw, Styles, Taz, Lawler, Cousin Oliver, and Craig DeGeorge all comment on the size of the Big Show. Biggie immediately targets Cena and calls him a white guy who’s trying to be black. Mocking his own character, J.C. says “What you talking about, Willis?” Splendid. Biggie looks over at Booker and calls him a “black guy talking like Prince Charles.” Biggz then calls himself WWE’s dominant giant, but the WWE Champion scoffs at the notion. Hey ECDub Boy, you ain’t as good as… Andre. Word life!
“Andre’s not here. If he was, I’d kick his ass too.”
- Big Show, 8:11pm
(JG Note: I guess he’s not his son anymore.) The Giant continues on and mocks John Cena’s movie career. Remember a little movie called Waterboy? Huh? It grossed mad money! Big Show was in that film! Booker T laughs at Show’s time in the Waterboy, claiming to have bowel movements that last longer. The Harlem Heater tells his fellow movie stars to go and rent a copy of…Ready to Ruuuuummmmble! That's the movie that made your King a star! John and Show immediately burst into laughter.
Cena brings it all back to base one. Screw movies. We have three champions here in the ring. Let’s do a little something. Let’s have ourselves a little brawl. And with that, the brawl commences.
The volatile situation is extinguished but we have more on the way! Rey Mysterio teams up with Bobby Lashley and the Man They Call Batista against Chavo Guerrero, Fit Finlay, and Little Willie Regal. Also, it’s a Cackalacky Street Fight between the team of Cade and Murdoch and DeGeneration X. Plus we have Loser Leaves Raw Match. It’s Umaga vs. Kane! Who will win? No one knows. Feed the hungry hip-hippos.
In the leather couch room, Paul Heyman, John Coachman, and Teddy Long are arguing. What could this be about? Stay tuned.
Commercial Break. Taste the Rainbow. Kill the Rainbow. Bury the Rainbow in your backyard under the shed then cover it with cement.
Surprise, surprise, surprise. Paul Heyman is selling something to his fellow GMs backstage. Did you see Big Show? He’s bad ass! He can’t be beat. (JG Note: You know, besides the hundreds of times he was beaten before winning the ECW Title. But those times don’t count.) Coachman calls him out and books a match for the night. How about Big Show against Raw's Jeff Hardy tonight? Huh? Sound good? Heyman agrees, but books a champion of his own. It’s gonna be King Booker of Smackdown versus ECW Extremist Rob Van Dam! How’s that? Oh, oh, and Coachman has an idea for John Cena. How about putting Raw’s Champ against Smackdown's resident tool, The Miz? Huh? Good? Teddy don’t play that. Peanuthead shoots down the plan and instead books Cena against a man who lost last night. Oh yeah. It’s John Cena against The Undertaker! Holla….in peace.
Dad. I’m just so worried about tonight’s match. I was just hoping you could give me some words of encouragement. Dad? Dad? WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME!?
Kane, what’s wrong? Who were you talking to on your cell phone?
It was my dad. He’s such a jerk though. Ever since my brother buried him in concrete, he barely talks to me.
Well, he was buried in cement. That would stop anyone from talking.
NO! Screw that noise! Screw that noise! I fell into a burning dumpster, but I still called people! I was in a limo that drove straight into a truck. I still talked to my family. He’s just a selfish jerk! He acts like he‘s the only person in the family that my brother ever buried alive. Hello?!!
So this is it. As a whole, this feud has been OK. It’s nothing epic that you’re going to remember for years, but at least they gave it this major showdown pay-off match. Having the loser-leaves-the-red-and-black show match at the Family Reunion adds to it too. Taking away from it is Jerry Lawler, who actually wonders if Umaga was born with his face tattooed. That’s sad, Jerry. If you’re going to try to sell me something, make it a pay-per-view. Don’t try to sell things that don’t exist like birth-tattoos. This match was a brawl from the start with Maga knocking The Big Red Machine from the ring and sending us to a commercial halfway through. The Samoan Bulldozer bulldozes over Kane-o and seems to have the upperhand for most of the contest. Taker’s little bro gets in an occasional choke slam tease, but ultimately fails to turn the tables. Umy hits a spectacular top rope splash and, following orders from Armando Estrada, goes for Fonzie’s patterned thumbs up…your throat. He swings, but is caught in a choke. Big Red grabs the wild Samoan, takes him down with sideslam, and then hits a top rope clothesline. However, when Mando made the distraction and used his cigar box as a weapon, the plan was clear. Kane was distracted, attacked, and he eventually ate a thumb to the throat. One, two, three. Oooooooomaga.
After the bell, Dr. Yankum grimaced while the audience chanted his name. He paced around for a bit before finally deciding to walk up the aisle and out of our Monday Night Lives. Godspeed, young necrophiliac. Godspeed. Jim Ross wonders where we'll ever see Kane again. (JG Note: I'm guessing Smackdown, Jim. I mean. Duh.)
Commercial Break. Be sure to listen to this week’s edition of JG‘s Radio Free Insanity featuring Bull Buchanan.. What? It’s a commercial break. What did you expect?
Rip 'em up. Tear 'em up. Let's go Gamecocks! Lillian Garcia introduces the Gamecocks head coach and somewhere in the back, Triple H laughed his ass off.
Still to come: Cena vs. Undertaker. RVD vs. Booker. Show vs. Hardy. For free. In other words, if you paid for No Mercy, you should hit yourself in the head now.
Backstage, Kane is sad, but the Highlanders are happy. They tell him how great he is and he responds by beating them silly. Who knew Kane had such a temper?
We quickly go to HBK and HHH. Guess what. Go on. Guess. Yup. DeGeneration X is redoing their podium skit from 1997. Apparently, the duo have been ordered to issue formal apologies to:
The Tag Team Division - for single-handedly decimating them.
Triple H laughs and says that there barely was a tag team division before they decimated them. Ouch.
Spirit Squad - for dressing them up like girls.
Again, Hunter laughs and says they were already girls. 2,4,6,8, Ouch.
As Shawn goes through the list of names including Chris Masters and Edge, Hunt chuckles at them all. When HBK fastforwards to the end, he names Cade and Murdoch. He wants to apologize for beating them in the street fight tonight. The King of Kings corrects him and says that the mach hasn’t even happened yet! This show isn't taped! HHH points to the camera and says, "We’re on Live TV." Suddenly they both clam up and stand silently for a minute before grabbing their merchandise and selling it. They close out with the “suck it” line and run off camera. Poor tag team division.
Jeff Hardy is walking to the ring. He's not glowing either. That must mean he's not happy or something.
Commercial Break. Tomorrow night, catch ECW. Then on Friday, watch Smackdown. Between those two shows, tonight’s Raw, and last night’s PPV, that’s nine hours of WWE wrestling on TV! Hooray! Who says WWE has too much TV? Bah humbug. I could go another nine. Bring it on!