But I'm getting ahead of myself here. All I'm trying to get at is that, it has been a hell of a two day wrastlin' stretch and quite frankly, I'm "wrastled" out. So what do I do with my first moments of free time?
Write about wrestling.
In the past few months, the WrestleMania hangover has hit to the two brands hard. Ratings have been down thanks in no small part to the lack of cohesive story telling, incessant injuries and mind boggling booking of Vince and his crew. They've tried to rectify this through the heavy bleeding of
Raw over into Smackdown and vice versa but for the most part, the WWE is spinning its wheels right now with tons of top notch talent left to scratch their heads while the Funkasaurus rips off his pants and Aww Funk's the Funkadactyls live in front of your children, on the USA Network.
There have been other things that the WWE has going for them. We have seen a glimmer of the future of the WWE throughout this time. Besides the NOS-induced rise in superstardom of DB, Dolph Ziggler has day in and day out shined as one of the brightest stars in the WWE's future. After getting buried following his brief feud with CM Punk, Dolph has slowly but surely made his way to the forefront once more at No Way Out, albeit largely being due to Alberto Del Rio getting a concussion.
At both shows, Dolph was hands down the most over guy in the roster. "Let's go Ziggler" chants were almost as deafening at the "Daniel Bryan" chants. Its nice to see that the hardcore wrestling fans out there appreciate just how good Dolph is. Though, I worry that with this amount of enthusiasm coming from the crowd could potentially turn
him face in the near future. Now, we know Dolph would straight up kill it at anything he does, but his #heel run has been stellar and a face turn would suck all the life out of his character and put him in the "buried pile" along with Sheamus.
No Way Out's crowd tore Sheamus a new arse hole with boos and rightfully so. Not only did he steal the World Heavyweight championship from the hardest working guy in the WWE in Daniel Brian at Wrestlemania, but since then his turn from hot headed Irishman to translucent softie has really taken away from his brand. At this point, the only way I can see him winning us back would be for him Celtic Cross Hornswoggle off the Titantron. Or maybe eat Heath Slater.
Speaking of Heath, I hope Cindy Lauper's Gold Record smash to the head imbedded shards of glass and hit songs into his frontal lobe. His involvement almost caused a riot at the Nassau Coliseum, and
rightfully so. The thousands of bros in attendance were foaming at the mouth when he told the crowd to shut up. The guy is terrible and he has boobs bigger than Cindy Lauper's. He seriously needs to go
somewhere and die.
But if I had to pick the one thing that the WWE has done right (or should I say HAD) was the rise of Executive VP of Talent Relations and the General Manager of Raw and Smackdown, Mr. John Laurinitis. His reign as the top heel in the company has had the nostalgic factor of Stone Cold vs Vinny Mac with Big Johnny and CM Punk constantly feuding. And even throughout all the contradictory decision making, flubbed up lines, broken motorized scooters and all, John has maintained a level of entertainment that the brands were seriously lacking.
But alas all things must come to an end and I must say that I am sad to see him "leave". Raw turned to a new chapter in the WWE while giving John a proper send off...by beating the hell out of him. I can't say it wasn't entertaining to see them finally beat the piss out of Johnny but I also can't help but feel that the guy got an undeserved smackdown.
www.youtube.com. This site should have documentation of what I speak. Worst. Pedigree. Ever.
But that's our Johnny. He wasn't polished, he wasn't fit, he wasn't well spoken, and he had the voice of a 70 year old chain smoker. He was everything that wrestling wasn't and that's why it worked. Even after Triple H lifted Johnny's shirt to show off the 37 welted hand prints on his back there were still boos pelted Johnny's way. You can't knock him for what he did with the little he had to do it with. People hated him because they were supposed to hate him, and that is why we loved him. So I tip my Forty to you John, and as the beer trickles to the curb and I say, "One for my homey".
Thank you, Johnny.
To People Power!