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See this? This is the Main Event this week. Yeah, three matches. You want to touch it? You can, it's cool by me. Go ahead. Reach out.
You know what that's made of?
Filler material.
Hey, it happens, especially on the last C-G show before a pay-per-view. No disgustingly gross lows where one facepalms and struggles to explain to their significant other that this is one of their preferred method of diversion, but no del Rio/Ziggler or Cesaro/Kingston, either. No, what ensued was something in the neighborhood of 45 minutes of Perfectly Acceptable Wrestling that didn't stimulate or suffocate a pulse.
It should be noted that Wade Barrett and Josh Matthews were behind the desk this week with Miz opening things up in an eventual victory via figure four over Cody Rhodes. The former is a lot better than being a commentator than he is the Intercontinental Champion - small surprise to those of us who heard him try his hand at this way back pre-Nexus days in FCW. Whether he was putting over Miz's C.V., Damien Sandow's intellect, Sin Cara's luchador style, or how awesome a him-and-JBL commentary team would be, he shone behind the mic. I'd much rather have him in this role than the Clevelandite. It also helps he's in agreement with me that Brodus needs to stop the Michigan J. Frog act and start busting dudes in the face. But that's for later.
Here, Miz survived an arm injury incurred by Rhodes swinging his left arm into the post that probably won't exist come the pay-per-view to strap him down and win via submission. You know, Cody, Kaitlyn's still single. I'm just saying, maybe you were being hasty in ditching her. Then again maybe I'm just playing into every single stereotype in the history of Information Age mankind by being a black metafan with a wrestling column into a cute blonde girl with a big ass who's down with the swirl, likes the pro graps and vintage Simpsons eps.
We all have our roles to play, I suppose.
Damien Sandow's is to be the smartest man in the room, to hate the room for the ignorance therein, and to have the room hate him when he openly condescends to them to "get down to their level". Regardless, in order to set up his getting Brogue Kicked right in the beard come the pre-game show Sunday, he put away Sin Cara (doesn't Barrett owe him a title shot?) with a weird Side-Effect looking thing instead of the usual Terminus. Christ Possible, I miss Hunico. The only way I can reason Sandow winning like that is a botch fixed in post.
I showed up for the backup programming and Soul Train broke out; the concluding part of this week's triad featured a rare face-face So You Four Think You Can Dance tag match between Tons of Funk and the Usos. Brodus got in more offense than usual, but eventually fell prey to a double superkick and Superfly splash. In between there was dancing, and hard-hitting. Not for me (or Barrett for that matter) but the kids were into it all the way around. And the twin brothers seem to be dancing ever closer to a date with destiny, the tag belts, and the Shield. That'll probably be interesting and compelling.
Unlike this week.
You know what that's made of?
Filler material.
Hey, it happens, especially on the last C-G show before a pay-per-view. No disgustingly gross lows where one facepalms and struggles to explain to their significant other that this is one of their preferred method of diversion, but no del Rio/Ziggler or Cesaro/Kingston, either. No, what ensued was something in the neighborhood of 45 minutes of Perfectly Acceptable Wrestling that didn't stimulate or suffocate a pulse.
It should be noted that Wade Barrett and Josh Matthews were behind the desk this week with Miz opening things up in an eventual victory via figure four over Cody Rhodes. The former is a lot better than being a commentator than he is the Intercontinental Champion - small surprise to those of us who heard him try his hand at this way back pre-Nexus days in FCW. Whether he was putting over Miz's C.V., Damien Sandow's intellect, Sin Cara's luchador style, or how awesome a him-and-JBL commentary team would be, he shone behind the mic. I'd much rather have him in this role than the Clevelandite. It also helps he's in agreement with me that Brodus needs to stop the Michigan J. Frog act and start busting dudes in the face. But that's for later.
Here, Miz survived an arm injury incurred by Rhodes swinging his left arm into the post that probably won't exist come the pay-per-view to strap him down and win via submission. You know, Cody, Kaitlyn's still single. I'm just saying, maybe you were being hasty in ditching her. Then again maybe I'm just playing into every single stereotype in the history of Information Age mankind by being a black metafan with a wrestling column into a cute blonde girl with a big ass who's down with the swirl, likes the pro graps and vintage Simpsons eps.
We all have our roles to play, I suppose.
Damien Sandow's is to be the smartest man in the room, to hate the room for the ignorance therein, and to have the room hate him when he openly condescends to them to "get down to their level". Regardless, in order to set up his getting Brogue Kicked right in the beard come the pre-game show Sunday, he put away Sin Cara (doesn't Barrett owe him a title shot?) with a weird Side-Effect looking thing instead of the usual Terminus. Christ Possible, I miss Hunico. The only way I can reason Sandow winning like that is a botch fixed in post.
I showed up for the backup programming and Soul Train broke out; the concluding part of this week's triad featured a rare face-face So You Four Think You Can Dance tag match between Tons of Funk and the Usos. Brodus got in more offense than usual, but eventually fell prey to a double superkick and Superfly splash. In between there was dancing, and hard-hitting. Not for me (or Barrett for that matter) but the kids were into it all the way around. And the twin brothers seem to be dancing ever closer to a date with destiny, the tag belts, and the Shield. That'll probably be interesting and compelling.
Unlike this week.