#sorry this is one hell of a rant I went bar hopping with buddies and have some Big Emotions Today

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My favorite thing is seeing notes on the one post that brought back my chronic pain resurface. I’m so so proud of it but it’s been six months to a year since I made it and the repercussions of it is still biting me in the ass.

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A True Wesson. Part 5

Summary: You are a prodigy hunter that recently lost her father on a hunt after you decided to retire from the hunting life. You run into the Winchesters when a case comes up in your town. Along the way you realize something that you always felt but never truly understood about yourself.

Chapter Summary: You go to the bar and handle the drunk. You give Dean a little taste of how you can “take care” of yourself. A couple of looks into the characters powers as well.

Warning: Cussing.

Word Count: 3379

Pairing: Eventual Dean x (Hunter/ Supernatural) Reader, Sam.

AUTHOR NOTES: This is my first writing ever so there may be a mistake here and there. Give me all the thoughts, comments, and questions! I love all feedback! ENJOY YA’LL!!!

MASTERLIST

Part 5:

The bar was about 10 minutes out from your house. Once you hopped in the car and started heading out you turned on the radio to keep the talking to a minimum. That only worked for two seconds since Dean had other plans.

He leaned over and turned the radio down. “So explain to me how your what 20? 21? And the head chief at the police station.”

“First off I’m 24 about to turn 25, and I’m good at the job. Therefore, when you’re good at the job people tend to promote you,” you said, going to turn the volume back up since Rich Girl, by Hall & Oates was playing. You started humming and getting into it when Dean reached over turned it back down again. “Hey!” you exclaimed.

“Nope. No way. You don’t get to just say that and think the conversation is done. I want details. Even if your dad was the Chief before you, and gave you an “in”, you still have to have a pretty hefty resume to get that high a job.” 

Dean really wanted to know more about you, and this was one way of getting some answers.

“Fine. I graduated high school. Went to college and only hunted here and there to focus on my class work. Majored in Forensic Science with a minor in Psychology to get into people’s head. It works wonders in this job. Later got accepted into the FBI. Became top of my class & actually graduated 2 years early since I excelled in the work. Got a job in the field for a year and was moving up on the ladder. Everything was going great until I got a call from my dad asking for help on a case. I retired from hunting once I got my job in the FBI, and I didn’t want back in. Somehow my dad convinced me to come back and help him. He passed away 5 months ago. I moved back to town around that time, and they offered me the job. Haven’t been on a hunt since then until now.”

You wanted to keep it short and sweet and not get too detailed because you didn’t want to talk about your dad’s death considering it was still a healing wound. 

“The town knows me, I had hours out in the field, and had actually lead multiple investigations within the FBI so I am qualified for this position. Even if I am young for a Chief.” 

You looked over and gave him a sassy smile and went back to turn on the radio. The rest of the ride you sat in silence other than the radio playing at a moderate level. You were getting lost in your own thoughts after bringing up old memories.

Dean on the other hand was watching you in amazement. How the hell was someone so young able to do all that? He realized he might have pushed some buttons and that the ride would be over soon, so he went ahead and joined you in the silence listening to the radio. He didn’t realize you had pulled up to the bar because of how far in his thoughts he was, trying to wrap his head around you.

“We’re here,” you said, turning your body towards Dean and pulling your leg up to make the position more comfortable. “Listen you don’t have to come in if you don’t want to. It probably will be a quick trip of me yelling at an old man to get his act together and go home.”

“Well on the off chance that it escalates to more than that, I think I’ll come on in and get a drink since your driving anyway.” He turned to you and gave you a big cheesy grin.

“Suit yourself,” you shrugged, getting out of the truck walking to the bar. Before you reached the door you turned back to Dean almost making him run into you with how close he was following you from behind and said, “Don’t interfere unless I really need help. Which won’t be the case. I can handle myself.” You patted his chest. “Promise.”

He put his hands up in surrender and motioned to the doors. You turned around and walked in immediately picking up on which guy was causing the scene. 

He was a hefty guy, older probably late 40’s early 50’s. Balding with a white beard, and tattoos up both arms. Everyone was staying clear of the dude because he was shouting some type of nonsense.

Benny was behind the counter and as soon as he saw you, a sigh of relief left his mouth. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle the situation himself, but the guy did want to talk to the Chief apparently. Therefore, Benny knew you could take care of the issue.

You walked over to the area. 

“I got a call that there was a gentleman here that wanted to see the Police Chief,” you sighed toward the man who was hugging a beer bottle with one hand and throwing his other hand into a fist onto the counter, which caused others in the bar to jump and turn their attention your direction. “Why don’t you take it down a couple of levels there, bud?”

“I’mmm fine, little miss. I was the one who needed to talk to the Chief. Where’s he at?” The man was clearly disoriented and drunk as can be. He was slurring all his word and they were taking forever to fully form and leave his lips.

“I’m right here sir. What is it you need to talk about, so we can get it over with and get you home,” you said, annoyed with him taking up your time. He clearly thought he was going to see your dad tonight, and was not happy when you announced your position as the Chief.

“You ain’t him!” 

Anger was rising to the surface and you could tell something bad might go down tonight if he didn’t calm down soon. Even though Dean said he was going to let you handle this and go get a drink, he hadn’t left your side. He was right next to you ready to step in if needed. The drunk continued ranting. 

“I want to speak to Chief Carpenter! That man put me in jail for no reason, and I had to waste a year of my life in a cell all because he wanted to be a piece of SHIT BASTARD!

Your dad was the kindest, most hardworking, selfless man you had ever met, and you were not about to let his name get dragged in the dirt. But you took a deep breath and pushed back your own anger knowing fire fighting fire wasn’t going to defuse the situation.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to lower your voice. Let’s not forget we are in a public establishment. There are people trying to-” before you could finish the sentence he was standing up shouting in your face.

“I DON’T CARE BITCH! I WANT to talk to the Chief! Let him know what’s on my mind!” He was getting too close for Dean’s liking, and Dean went to step in front of you.

You put a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further. 

“Hey Dean. Remember what we said? I don’t want to put your ass in a jail cell too for intervening.” He was still standing in fight stance. Chest puffed out and all. “Dean come on. Go sit down, I got this.” 

You knew the only way to get him away from the situation was to guide him and walk with him yourself to a spot at the bar.

As you were walking, you motioned to Benny to get Dean a drink. As Dean was going to sit down, very hesitant at that, he was still watching over your shoulder. 

In that instant your senses heightened. 

The only time they did this was when a fight was coming, danger was near, or when you focused on them enough to zero in on certain stuff. It’s like you can tell what’s about to happen before it does every time.

Before Dean could even say your name and warn you about what was happening behind you, you turned around in what was literally an eighth of a second. You grasped on to the wrist that was coming at you. You pulled and tweaked the arm that was inches from your face until it was wrapped around the back of the man that was attempting to “attack” you. If that’s what you want to call it. 

You turned so you were behind him, and knocked his back knee out causing him to crumple to the ground. You had the upper hand the whole time, but it helped he was drunk off his ass. 

You pushed him down to the ground to where he was laying completely on the disgusting floor. He attempted to get up with his free hand, but you already had mapped out his next actions. His arm was pinned behind him by you and you were grabbing his other one to put next it so his chances of standing were a lot harder.

“Benny, call the station and see if Slater is still on duty. Have him bring a patrol car if he is. This new buddy of ours gets to be mad at me too for putting him in a cell,” you instructed, putting your weight on him. You rested your knee in his lower back as you put handcuffs that you had grabbed out of your truck on your way in on his wrist.

You looked around and realize all eyes were on you. 

“Sorry folks, didn’t mean to ruin your night. Please carry on with your evenings.” You knew most of the people, so you just smiled and gave a casual wave. They were still all looking at you more is shock than annoyance. Then a couple of drunks started clapping in a corner.

“Yeah! KICKASS MAN!” a college frat boy with a group of his friends started yelling. “That was AWESOME!”

You rolled your eyes, but were still smiling, and waved them off. The guy was struggling under you, but was too scattered from all the alcohol to really do anything effective. You leaned down and whispered in his ear. 

“The Chief your looking for was my dad. Probably wasn’t smart to bad mouth him to me. Also any fight that you even thought about breaking out, was never going to work out for you buddy.” After that you read him his rights and waited patiently for backup.

You looked up and saw Dean was in a pure state of awe at what just prevailed before him. You want to talk about Badass Wesson’s. Just look at this woman.

“You going to keep staring, or are you going to help me get him up and situated somewhere outside of the bar?” you asked smiling.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” He got up from his seat that he really wasn’t sitting on, and ran over to you to get this 300lb  man of the ground.

Once the man was secured and outside. He was hitting that drowsy part of drunk where he wasn’t really fighting his restraints, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t talking up a storm about what a bitch you were.

“You little bitch. I’m gonna get you back for making me look like a FuCKING FOOL in there! Fuck you and everything you stand for you piece of shit,”  he said as you waited outside for the squad car as it came around the corner.

“Oh honey, I wasn’t the one making you look like the fool in there. You had that handled all by yourself. But if that’s what helps you sleep at night...” You handed him off to your subordinate, as you finished your little speech. “Keep him in a cell for tonight. I’ll go over his records and deal with him in the morning. Thanks, Slater.”

He nodded and did as asked. You watched him take off down the road, and took a deep breath once the car was no longer in sight. You looked down, hands in your pockets, and kicked at the dirt then turned on your heel back to the bar where Dean was on the porch, sitting on the steps.

“This happen often?” Dean asked. His hands were clasped together, elbows on his knees, and he was looking you straight in the eyes. He had been watching your every move ever since they put that jack ass in the car.

“HA. Yeah well, handling drunks in this small town does happen more than murders, break ins, or any other crimes.” You chuckled under your breath and took a seat next to him. “I usually know their spouse or someone one that can come pick them up, so it’s nothing compared to what you saw in there.”

Suddenly your body had registered how long and stressful the day had truly been. You slumped over and started rubbing your temples. After your senses kick in, it causes a headache sometimes. You think it has something to do with the fact you don’t fully understand your gifts so you strain yourself when you do use them.

“You good?” Dean had a hand on your back and was leaning over to try to see your face with the angle you were in. Concern laced his voice.

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine. Just,” you let out a sigh “one of those really long days, you know?”

“Ha Ha. Yeah, I definitely know those type of days.” Dean said. He was still worried there was something more than that, but didn’t push. “You ready to head back to the house? I bet Sam and Rosie are having a blast with all that research without us.” He was back to a calm and joking matter. It was a nice shift out of the thoughts that were going through your head, and you let out a chuckle.

“Honestly, they probably are. Those two nerds love research! Heck, maybe they will hit it off themselves��” you turned your head towards him and wiggled your eyebrows. He gave you a smile and let out a small laugh. Then he got up, and turned lending you his hand to help you up. You grabbed it and stood up next to him. “Let me just go check in with Benny and we can head out.”

You went inside and had a brief conversation about what went down, and let him know the jackass of a man was staying at the station for the rest of the night. You told him to call if he needed anything else, and walked back out to the car with Dean right behind you.

You drove on the way back home in a comfortable silence with a comment or little chit chat here and there, but nothing of importance. Dean was still trying to figure out how you reacted so fast. Let alone the fact you had your back towards the dude, and still managed to do what you did.

Once you got home you pulled into the garage and closed up. You walked inside and saw Sam and Rosie sitting on the couch with coffees in hands. Rosie was curled up with her feet tucked under her, her body completely facing Sam, and her free hand was resting on the back of the couch holding her head up. Sam was also facing Rosie relaxing into the couch with one leg resting on top of the other. You could tell by the body language and the energy they were emitting they were extremely comfortable with one another.

You cleared your throat the same time as Dean, causing you both to look at each other and grin. Both of your attentions went right back to the two people on the couch to see them shoot up noticing your presence.

“Hey!” Rosie cleared her throat, “Hey, so how did it go? Did you get the guy home and safe?” She clearly was trying to turn the attention away from them.

As much as you wanted to torment them, you went with the change of subject. “I wouldn’t say we got him home, but safe? Yes. He will be spending the night at the station tonight as well as waking up to me in the morning” You told her giving her a wink.

“I wouldn’t mind waking up to that in the morning. Maybe I should have taken you up on that threat of being thrown into a cell myself.” Dean said with that dang smirk again.

You just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile that made its way on your face. You shook your head and walked over to put your wallet, phone, and badge on the end table.

“How did things go here? Find anything that points us towards the right direction?” Now it was your turn to change the subject.

“Uhm we did I think, but um Dean and I should be heading out.” Sam got up gathering all the papers in front of him, and put them in a folder. “Rosie can brief you on our research and I’ll let catch Dean up myself.”

“Oh. O-Ok. Yeah, sure.” You were a little taken aback by how in a rush he seemed all of a sudden. What were they talking about before Dean and you walked in? “Are you guys sure you don’t want to stay and talk about it or heck even stay for a drink or two? It’s only a little after 10.”

“I’ll take you up on a drink after tonight.” Dean said walking over to a chair, but not getting too close before Sam was putting a hand on his shoulder. “What dude?”

“We really should be going. I’m exhausted and by the sound of it, it sounds like you had a pretty eventful night yourselves.” Sam was radiating an energy of urgency to get out of there. “Plus like you said earlier, the motel is kind of a drives away.”

“Uh ok. Yeah go get your rest. I’ll just have Rosie let me know what you guys found.” You said trying to figure out what was causing that energy around him. “Do you guys want to meet at the station tomorrow morning to form a plan or look more into the hunt? Say 9 am?” You added as Sam was practically pushing Dean out of the front door.

“Um Yeah sounds good! See you tomorrow!” Sam said shoving Dean down the steps then going around him to get to the car.

“Ok. Well bye! Drive Safe.” You shouted from the entry way with the door open all the way.

You watched Dean who walked over to the driver side with a look of pure confusion on his face, and before he slid into the car he stopped and looked up to you. He shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head to the side. He waved, and then jumped in the car himself starting the drive to the hotel.

“What the heck was that?” you said.

“No idea.” Rosie said as she started to walk to her room in a hurry.

“What happened while we were gone?” a pause. “Were you guys getting naughty?” you said in a joking voice.

“WHAT? NO! We just talked.” She said. You just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Listen I’m extremely tired too, and I have work tomorrow so I’m headed to bed. I’ll let you in all the details for the case tomorrow before you head to work.”

“Hmm Mmm those aren’t going to be the only details you tell me…” you said in a quiet, but loud enough voice for her to hear.

You just heard and scoff and then a shoe came flying at you. You caught it, held it out, and dropped it like it was a mike and smirked at her.

“Go to bed you loon!” Rosie said laughing as she finally went down the hall to her room.

What the heck happened while you were gone? Why did Sam’s aura change from cool and comfortable to frantic in a matter of minutes? You were going to do some investigation.

Part 6

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*** Scott & JT’s Vintage Vault Refresh reviews are a chronological look back at WWE PPV and TV history that began with a review of WrestleMania I. The PICs have revisited these events and refreshed all of their fun facts that provide insight into the match, competitors and state of the company as well as their overviews of the match action and opinions and thoughts on the outcomes. In addition, Jeff Jarvis assists in compiling historical information and the Fun Facts in each of the reviews. Also, be sure to leave feedback on the reviews at our Facebook page. Enjoy! ***

Monday Night Raw #117

June 26, 1995 Danville High School Danville, PA Announcers: Vince McMahon & Shawn Michaels

1) Smoking Gunns defeat Jason Ahrndt & Black Phantom when Billy pins Ahrndt with the Sidewinder at  2:15

Scott: So, after… well whatever the hell happened last night in Philly we open with the Smoking Gunns. I’m still trying to wrap my head around what pile of crap I watched last night. Of all the talent in that tournament, MABEL WON? Seriously? Then Mo mush-mouthed his way through reading the scroll as Shawn Michaels just alluded to on commentary. I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed that. At least Bret Hart won and we don’t have to deal with all this foot nonsense. The Gunns win in a pretty quick squash here, but as we continue I will delve more into last night. Grade: DUD

JT: Hey! We are finally back live here on Monday Night Raw and we are less than 24 hours removed from a very bizarre night in Philadelphia as the third annual King of the Ring is in the books. Vince McMahon and his old commentary buddy Shawn Michaels have the call for us here tonight. Michaels flamed out quickly last night, wrestling Kama to a draw and bowing out in the first round of the tournament. I would ask why they even bothered having him in it just to go that route, but whatever at this point. Vince notes that Michaels is here because the King is still cleaning out his mouth after the foot fiasco following his loss to Bret Hart last night. The Smoking Gunns head out to the ring for our opening bout as they look to rebuild their credibility and relevance a bit in the tag division. Vince and Shawn talk about Mabel shocking the world and winning the KOTR crown while Michaels quips about not realizing Mo could read. The Gunns make really swift work of these bums and pick up the win. Grade: DUD

*** Jerry Lawler joins us from the office of his personal dentist Isaac Yankem, DDS. He is there trying to get the brutal stench and smell out of his mouth after his tough loss in Philadelphia last night. Lawler vows that Hart will pay for what he did and that their issue isn’t over yet. He also mentions that Yankem, a former great wrestler, is promising to extract some revenge as well. ***

*** Barry Didinsky is in the aisle shilling the official King of the Ring shirt and hat as well as a Bret Hart hat and sunglasses combo. Order now! ***

2) Skip defeats Scott Taylor with a Frankensteiner off the top rope at 2:00

Scott: Ah Sunny…oh sorry. As I was saying, last night’s show was trash. They just had a recap to shill tomorrow’s Encore Plus of the show. Who would buy that? Anyway, Skip and my girl Sunny are here to pretty things up. I love how even Shawn rips Vince’s hair, even while a babyface. So it appears Sid begged off during last night’s tag team match. That’s an abomination. Even as a heel, Sid’s not a coward. They are totally ruining his character, turning into a typical WWF heel and not the heel he should be. Skip is getting roughed up by these jobbers before he wins matches, which isn’t helping his character in my opinion. Grade: DUD

JT: We head back down to the ring as Skip and Sunny hop on down to the ring to both fat shame the fans and beat down Scott Taylor. Michaels brags about his skills with the ladies as the Bodydonnas rant in the ring. Taylor actually starts off hot with a flurry until Skip drops him with an enziguri to take over. Vince and Shawn talk more about Jerry Lawler in the feud that just won’t ever go away. Taylor dropkicks Skip outside, where he stooges around a bit before turning the tide again. Skip chewing gum during these matches is pretty funny, as is Shawn’s clear disdain for his name. Skip hits a pretty crazy splash off the top rope to the floor and then wins with a top rope Frankensteiner, busting out the high spots in this throwaway bout. Even though he probably gives a bit too much to the jobbers, Skip has a really unique arsenal, even impressing Michaels in the end. If only he had a better name, maybe he could be a legit player, as he has really looked good in limited action thus far. Oh, and Sunny. He has her too. Grade: 1/2*

*** We check out footage from a celebrity softball game in Oklahoma City. Diesel took part of the game and all proceeds went to the families affected by the Oklahoma City bombing from earlier in the year. ***

*** We then join Todd Pettengill for a report filed last night from the Corestates Spectrum. Todd recaps all of the results from King of the Ring. He also reveals that Diesel will face Sid in a WWF Title Lumberjack Match at In Your House #2. ***

3) Man Mountain Rock defeats Phil Apollo via submission with the Whammy Bar at 1:00

Fun Fact: Tonight we say goodbye to Man Mountain Rock after a short stay in the Federation. He had asked to be an announcer when he came into the WWF, but his request was denied. During his run, he had several injuries, including a serious hernia. He also became addicted to pain pills and downers along with smoking marijuana. His substance abuse issues led to his release.

Scott: Wow, I thought they had shit canned Phil Apollo by now. Before this match we had Todd Pettengill doing a KOTR wrap-up and he announced the main event for next month’s IYH #2 from Nashville. It will be Diesel vs. Sid for the WWF Title, in a lumberjack match. That will likely be better than that snorefest they had in May. Man Mountain Rock has a cool WWF guitar, but that’s about as much as his charisma goes. He’s a mediocre worker at best, and poor Phil Apollo has to job to him. Grade: DUD

JT: Back to the ring we go as Man Mountain Rock is shredding his guitar in the middle of the ring for his prematch concert. Michaels takes shots at Bob Backlund for his stance on rock ‘n’ roll and then makes me chuckle when he says Phil Apollo has a big movie coming out: Apollo 13. Vince plugs the Superstar Line, where Jim Ross has more updates on the health of Razor Ramon. MMR picks up the layup win with the Whammy Bar. Too bad this is the last time we see the big guy because I felt like he was actually gaining some momentum and starting to establish himself a bit. The gimmick and look was pretty good, too bad he ended up flaming out so fast. Looks like Bob Backlund will win the war. Grade: DUD

4) King Mabel defeats Kenny Kendall with a belly-to-belly suplex at 1:45

Scott: So here we are. With all that talent in the tournament, they give the KOTR to this talentless hunk. I’m getting a sinking feeling that this guy is going to get a mega push over the next few months and that means…GULP… a WWF Title match. Ugh. This is an ugly squash to continue to push. Grade: DUD

JT: We waste no time getting to our next match and it is a big one as it is the first bout for Mabel as the new King of the WWF. In a nice touch, he is decked out in full royal regalia and is carried to the ring on a throne by some scrubs. That certainly adds to his presence. That said, he was clearly a very questionable and controversial choice to win the tournament, especially when you consider the other talent that filled it up. However, on the other hand they took it as an opportunity to make a new star, someone they have clearly been interested in pushing for a while now. Michaels calls “Mack Daddy Mo” the biggest piece of luggage you will ever see and jokes about his reading again, so I guess he isn’t a fan. Vince puts over the efforts of Savio Vega from last night as Mabel mows through Kenny Kendall, grabbing his first win as King. Grade: DUD

*** We pay a visit to the beach to check in on Waylon Mercy, who will make his official debut next week on Raw. He says that his opponents’ lives are going to be in his hands, you know what he means? ***

*** Todd Pettengill narrates us through a video package recapping this past weekend’s WWF Hall of Fame ceremony. ***

5) Savio Vega defeats Jeff Jarrett via disqualification at 4:45; Jarrett retains WWF Intercontinental Title

Scott: At least one positive came out of last night’s PPV, and that’s Savio Vega’s performance. He wrestled four times and almost won the tournament, and with that he’s earned an IC Title match against Jarrett, who for some bizarre reason didn’t wrestle last night. We had NO TITLE MATCHES last night. That’s bullshit. What color is Jarrett wearing? Looks like some kind of brown velour. It looks like it came off someone’s couch from 1978. Savio is taking full control and even caused some heel miscommunication with Jarrett decking the Roadie instead of the challenger. Jarrett eventually took control as Savio’s ribs are sore after Mabel’s post match beatdown, in which he also ended up attacking Savio’s friend Razor Ramon. Vega tries to make a comeback, however the Roadie trips him, and as a result Savio kicks him into Shawn Michaels at the broadcast table. Shawn and Roadie start jawing, then Jarrett tries to go after Shawn and Michaels starts throwing bombs. Roadie then ends the match by going into the ring and clotheslining Savio to force the DQ. The match really didn’t get going but it looks like we may have Shawn Michaels’ next feud. Grade: *1/2

JT: We head down to the ring for our main event of the evening as the Caribbean Legend Savio Vega is set to challenge Jeff Jarrett for the Intercontinental Title. As Jarrett and the Roadie strut out, Vince tells us that the premier of Jarrett’s music video “With My Baby Tonight” will air on Superstars this weekend. Vega had a monster night last night, winning three matches before falling to Mabel in the KOTR finals. It was a night that certainly put him on the WWF map as a threat. Not sure what the hell is going on with Jarrett’s tights this week. They are shiny plush shit brown. Roadie tries to jump Savio at the bell but Vega catches him and then works over Jarrett to compliments from Michaels, who is shocked he is a step ahead despite all his work last night. Jarrett turns the tide by slinging Vega into the corner but Savio came right back with a clothesline and right hands. Roadie gets involved again but Vega dodges a Jarrett charge and the two buddies collide on the apron. Michaels messes with Roadie’s hair and that draws Jarrett over to get in Shawn’s face. After a break, Savio pitches Jarrett back inside but Roadie punches the challenger and Jarrett gets to work with some kicks. The champ follows with a swinging neckbreaker and a nice suplex for two. Roadie got involved again but Savio fended him off and turned the tide, picking up a close near fall and then dropping Jarrett with a big uranage. Roadie again made his presence known, this time tripping Savio, who then dropkicked him right into the announce table. Michaels got in Roadie’s face again and Jarrett came to assist, leading to a brawl. Once the champ got back inside, Vega rolled him up but Roadie pounced and clotheslined Savio for the DQ and to save the belt for his pal. After the bell, Michaels got in the ring and he and Vega eventually ran off Double J and the Road Dog. This was a spirited match as Savio continues to impress, however it was all about getting Michaels into the path of Jarrett as it looks like these two will now start to feud. Roadie was real good here too, doing everything he could to help Jarrett retain and I also liked the psychology of Vega being a bit tired and Jarrett fresh after not competing last night. Grade: *1/2

Final Analysis

Scott: After the F-quality PPV last night, our episode tonight has the aforementioned King of the Shit Mabel, which at least means they’re going to strap the mini rocket ship on him. The Gunns get a win and perhaps can finally be the top babyface team they’re meant to be. We get an IC Title match which is nice, and then probably Shawn’s next feud is for the IC Title, which means he will probably win it because, well he’s Shawn. How did Undertaker lose to Mabel by the way? How did Mabel beat anybody? These next few Raws are going to be like a car accident. You probably know it’s going to suck but you can’t turn away. I won’t trash this Raw because they’re trying but there’s no light in this tunnel right now. FINAL GRADE: C-

JT: We bounce back from a tough night in Philadelphia with a pretty energetic night of Raw as they start to steer the course for the rest of the summer. We still have way too much damn focus on Jerry Lawler and his mouth issues and not as much mention or even appearance from Bret Hart. Also, I will say it was a treat having Shawn Michaels back in the booth after weeks of foot jokes from the King. Mabel is our King and we will see if the push works at all, but again at least they are trying to mix things up a bit up and down the card. The best course would be a slow burn push to build credibility but we will see. With Michaels on the face side, bumping him down to an IC Title feud makes sense because he can’t be in the main event picture with Diesel still there. It also helps elevate Jarrett and that strap a bit too. Over the course of 24 hours, Savio Vega is suddenly a reliable workhorse star for the company, and that is a good thing. Despite the grim night in Philly, I thought they actually rebounded well enough here with very focused stories and a quick paced show. We just didn’t really get a strong anchor match to really make it stand out. Final Grade: C