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| I can see Zeb Coulter flipping out from my house! Photo Credit: WWE.com |
Everything that was supposed to happen happen: there was a Cesaro Lift, and a viciously harsh uppercut to stem the potential dive Sin Cara was going for. Sure, Sin Cara had pulled off a slingshot to a rana on the floor, a Code Red, and an around the world headscissors but even with a fine gamengiri this was still my man crush Uberamerican International Superpower Antonio Cesaro we're talking about--even wobbling on the middle rope, he was fine, right?
Right?
Nein, because something happened that most fans would say wasn't going to happen, and a super rana and a three-count later, Sin Cara had the biggest win of his career and Antonio Cesaro seemed to be dangerously close to being hoisted on his petard by his own words: no American has been able to best him for the strap since last summer(Slam), sure.
But that designation skips luchadors. I would rather see the Generic Luchador they have toiling down Florida way do the honors if that's the story running forward but there's nothing wrong with another Sin Cara/Cesaro match getting 10 minutes with Antonio doing his usual rock steady work and the faceless one putting on his best match in his run.
And poor Zack Ryder before that: couldn't even get a Broski Boot off. Last week Cody Rhodes said it, this week it came true, and the Lovestache Struck Back. Fighting the human slumpbuster will do that, sure. But whither Kaitlyn, alluded to on commentary but unseen on the show? Didn't her encouraging words set this in motion? What sort of woman leaves a guy before he gets the chance to turn things around? (Not his girlfriend, he said hopefully.)
And before that, "Hollywood" Wade Barrett, Spider-sense apparently tingling that I was going to put up a column that was a wordy picture on the side of a milk carton, came back to do what he does best: lose to Randy Orton. Cue the now mandatory "why have secondary titles if this how they're to be treated?" rant, especially in light of the final match of the evening. Internet cognosceti love to talk about unifying the titles, but at this point they might as well merge the Internet, United States, and Intercontinental championships (possibly listed in order of importance) into a single Television Title that gets defended on every show and if a champion can make [x] number of defenses he can get a shot at one of the big 2 belts. Anyhow, Orton/Barrett had a perfectly acceptable but never scintillating back and forth that took up the brunt of the show's beginning and culminated in the RKO. I'm beginning to subscribe to the Borsuk theorem that the finisher is more over than the man who delivers it, but to be fair that finisher is mad over. When he called for it and the moment it hit, the monkeys in the back were able to push the Splenda aside for a few beats. I'm interested in seeing if he ends up with Show & Sheamus against the Shield at WM29--though given recent events we may have to watch that on WWE's app rather than see it in the normal manner.
[The show began, sadly, with a RIP William Moody graphic. Sad that it went up, but props to the production team for putting it together and it going up so quick to his passing.]
Right?
Nein, because something happened that most fans would say wasn't going to happen, and a super rana and a three-count later, Sin Cara had the biggest win of his career and Antonio Cesaro seemed to be dangerously close to being hoisted on his petard by his own words: no American has been able to best him for the strap since last summer(Slam), sure.
But that designation skips luchadors. I would rather see the Generic Luchador they have toiling down Florida way do the honors if that's the story running forward but there's nothing wrong with another Sin Cara/Cesaro match getting 10 minutes with Antonio doing his usual rock steady work and the faceless one putting on his best match in his run.
And poor Zack Ryder before that: couldn't even get a Broski Boot off. Last week Cody Rhodes said it, this week it came true, and the Lovestache Struck Back. Fighting the human slumpbuster will do that, sure. But whither Kaitlyn, alluded to on commentary but unseen on the show? Didn't her encouraging words set this in motion? What sort of woman leaves a guy before he gets the chance to turn things around? (Not his girlfriend, he said hopefully.)
And before that, "Hollywood" Wade Barrett, Spider-sense apparently tingling that I was going to put up a column that was a wordy picture on the side of a milk carton, came back to do what he does best: lose to Randy Orton. Cue the now mandatory "why have secondary titles if this how they're to be treated?" rant, especially in light of the final match of the evening. Internet cognosceti love to talk about unifying the titles, but at this point they might as well merge the Internet, United States, and Intercontinental championships (possibly listed in order of importance) into a single Television Title that gets defended on every show and if a champion can make [x] number of defenses he can get a shot at one of the big 2 belts. Anyhow, Orton/Barrett had a perfectly acceptable but never scintillating back and forth that took up the brunt of the show's beginning and culminated in the RKO. I'm beginning to subscribe to the Borsuk theorem that the finisher is more over than the man who delivers it, but to be fair that finisher is mad over. When he called for it and the moment it hit, the monkeys in the back were able to push the Splenda aside for a few beats. I'm interested in seeing if he ends up with Show & Sheamus against the Shield at WM29--though given recent events we may have to watch that on WWE's app rather than see it in the normal manner.
[The show began, sadly, with a RIP William Moody graphic. Sad that it went up, but props to the production team for putting it together and it going up so quick to his passing.]