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| Victim to one of the all-time classic blunders Photo Credit: WWE.com |
MISSING: Prestige of Intercontinental Championship. If found, please return it and mojo to Wade B.
Things were going so well. Sin Cara had made his return, and the Barrage was in E F F ECT to the point where he was borderline giggling after his Yakuza sent the luchador from hanging between the ropes to splutified on the floor with a little "oooooh, I really tagged him with that one, didn't I?" look on his face. Unfortunately for a guy on this show a lot Wade failed at doing his homework and fell victim to the out-of-nowhere huracanrollup that gave the faceless wonder the duke in his first win back. It's like the Mexican equivalent of the RKO, it is. Sin Cara for some reason wants the cursed thing, and if I was Barrett I'd let him have it and move on up Mayfield-style.
Speaking of moving on up, the Usos took a step forward closer to relevancy in the opening third of the show. With MY MAIN MAN D-BRY RIGHT THERE tragically "away doing a promotional appearance" it was a door wide opened to the Shield eventually mollywhomping his hetero lifemate Kane. Rollins inexplicably caught a beating for the better part of 15 minutes up to and including the chokeslam, but then he "lost" and the [insert trope of wild animals descended onto] the ring and proceeded to set up the dominos, as Roman Reigns speared Kane yet again. The triplebomb was imminent, but out came Jimmy and Jey to send the Chiklis acolytes scurrying for higher ground and a tag match between them and R and R on Big Blue Friday night. Anything that gets the Usos more screen time, even if it is likely to be in a losing effort, can only help establish them.
And it's a good thing Justin Gabriel isn't actually the Television champion of WWE despite his becoming Mr. Wednesday Night over the past few weeks. He should've prayed should've prayed should've prayed should've prayed every day every day every day every day as the man who would be Mr. Kaitlyn sent him to tha CrossRhodes where he won't be lonely. Back on commentary, Miz said Justin Gabriel was one of his dad's favorite superstars due in part to the Ten To Five, and there were flashes of the Capetown Werewolf's Wednesday dominance. But Cody v. Miz is on the pregame this SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY at X-Rules, so things ended with glaring and harsh words before the moustache had to go see a hatmaker and catch up on his Simpsons reference. (I will go down with that 'ship. I won't throw my hands up and surrender.)
They may be branding this to Ionites as "Wednesday night's hottest show" and occasionally it is. But having the destination programming of the midweek's evening is like having Taylor Swift writing a song about you after you break up.
SEE ALSO: victory, Pyrrhic.
Things were going so well. Sin Cara had made his return, and the Barrage was in E F F ECT to the point where he was borderline giggling after his Yakuza sent the luchador from hanging between the ropes to splutified on the floor with a little "oooooh, I really tagged him with that one, didn't I?" look on his face. Unfortunately for a guy on this show a lot Wade failed at doing his homework and fell victim to the out-of-nowhere huracanrollup that gave the faceless wonder the duke in his first win back. It's like the Mexican equivalent of the RKO, it is. Sin Cara for some reason wants the cursed thing, and if I was Barrett I'd let him have it and move on up Mayfield-style.
Speaking of moving on up, the Usos took a step forward closer to relevancy in the opening third of the show. With MY MAIN MAN D-BRY RIGHT THERE tragically "away doing a promotional appearance" it was a door wide opened to the Shield eventually mollywhomping his hetero lifemate Kane. Rollins inexplicably caught a beating for the better part of 15 minutes up to and including the chokeslam, but then he "lost" and the [insert trope of wild animals descended onto] the ring and proceeded to set up the dominos, as Roman Reigns speared Kane yet again. The triplebomb was imminent, but out came Jimmy and Jey to send the Chiklis acolytes scurrying for higher ground and a tag match between them and R and R on Big Blue Friday night. Anything that gets the Usos more screen time, even if it is likely to be in a losing effort, can only help establish them.
And it's a good thing Justin Gabriel isn't actually the Television champion of WWE despite his becoming Mr. Wednesday Night over the past few weeks. He should've prayed should've prayed should've prayed should've prayed every day every day every day every day as the man who would be Mr. Kaitlyn sent him to tha CrossRhodes where he won't be lonely. Back on commentary, Miz said Justin Gabriel was one of his dad's favorite superstars due in part to the Ten To Five, and there were flashes of the Capetown Werewolf's Wednesday dominance. But Cody v. Miz is on the pregame this SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY at X-Rules, so things ended with glaring and harsh words before the moustache had to go see a hatmaker and catch up on his Simpsons reference. (I will go down with that 'ship. I won't throw my hands up and surrender.)
They may be branding this to Ionites as "Wednesday night's hottest show" and occasionally it is. But having the destination programming of the midweek's evening is like having Taylor Swift writing a song about you after you break up.
SEE ALSO: victory, Pyrrhic.