Chris (Y2J) Jericho opened the show, talking a lot of smack about Cena’s performance in the Battle of the Bands last week, saying, “That wasn’t rap, that was crap.” Obviously pleased with his mad mic skillz, Jericho added, “That wasn’t hip-hop, that was hop on pop,” and “That wasn’t phat, that was scat, as in animal doodie, like from the tail of a rat.” This is why Jericho’s band never lets him write his own lyrics.

Next up was Shelton Benjamin and the Big Show versus Snitsky and Chris “The Masterpiece” Masters. I think both Jerry “The King” Lawler and The Coach have serious man-crushes on Masters, as it was a verbal sparring match to see who could get their tongue further down the back of Masters’ trunks. The King took the lead by saying Masters’ is “more magnificent than the smile on the Mona Lisa.” But Coach took the gold outright by saying he couldn’t wait to unlock Masters’ heart and give him the happy ending he so rightfully deserved, despite losing the match.

Prior to the match, rumors were swirling as to the identity of Eugene’s first “special” opponent in the Eugene Invitational. Names mentioned most often included a handicap match featuring “The Sunshine Strikers” from The Surreal Life, Constantine Maroulis, and, not surprisingly, based on her performance in Riding the Bus with My Sister, Rosie O’Donnell. But when Angle’s music kicked in, we knew Eugene was in for a very special ass-beating. Proving he’s not as dumb as his storyline, however, Eugene refused to fight Angle because he knew he was actually from Pittsburgh. Angle pointed out that the Mohegan Sun was on an Indian Reservation, and asked what hometown hero could possibly be from there, “Tonto?” Faster than you could say “Hi Ho Silver, bitches!” Tatanka’s music kicked in, and he war-danced his way down to the ring. Tatanka’s costume consisted of a headdress and a loincloth, so you know he’s an authentic Native American. I’ve never seen Tatanka wrestle before, but I hear he was popular many moons ago, before the white man introduced the “two-firewater minimum” to the casinos. The match ended, however, when Angle interfered, and vowed to make Eugene’s trip to Pittsburgh next week a “very special one indeed.”

Next, we were treated to a backstage powwow (ah, more Indian humor) between Y2J, Carlito and Eric Bischoff about how the three of them will ensure Cena loses his title tonight. Jericho’s foolproof plan? He’ll count really, really fast. As Carlito would say, that’s cool.

Vince McMahon came out to make his very special announcement: Wrestling is fake! He also revealed Julie Chen is a robot, OJ is guilty and Hulk Hogan didn’t really play guitar in the video for “I Am A Real American.” (Nor is he as big as the St. Louis Arch, despite photographic evidence to the contrary.)

Actually, his special announcement was twofold: One, tonight was the 636th episode of Monday Night RAW, making it the longest-running weekly entertainment show in history. He wanted to thank the fans, but decided instead to thank himself instead. “It’s alright to thank yourself every now and then,” he told the crowd. “It actually feels pretty good.” He went on to add that it’s alright to spank yourself every now and then as well, and that sometimes that actually felt pretty good too. Although not as good as having one’s grapefruit-sized cojones massaged by an underage illegal Haitian hermaphrodite. (As if there were any other kind.)

The second part of his special announcement was that Matt Hardy is coming back to the WWE. This was somewhat of a letdown, as Matt Hardy is to excitement what Janice Dickinson is to super-modeling.

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