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Best: Tell Your Mom I Said Whassup
Okay, normally I wouldn’t be giving something like this a Best. I mean, for one, it’s Miz TV, which ought to be Worsted as a matter of standard practice, and Roman Reigns was in full-blown WWE babyface dickhead mode here. Miz isn’t even being particularly obnoxious or passive-aggressive by Miz standards, he even lets the fact that his mom wants to bone Roman slide and Reigns just coldcocks him out of nowhere. Normal, non-psychotic people don’t do these sort of things, WWE.
On the other hand, it’s The Miz and LOL.
If that doesn’t look like a Best to you, you need to adjust your monitor.
Best: Sh*t Yeah, Burning Hammer!
Dean Ambrose vs. Cesaro started a little slow, but somewhere around the middle of the match Cesaro seemingly decided, “Screw it, what else can they do to me? Let’s have some fun” and started reversing tornado DDTs into uppercuts of death and hitting freakin’ Burning Hammers out of nowhere. On top of that, the finish was great — Cesaro goes for a German suplex, which makes sense given Dean’s perpetually taped shoulder, then Ambrose reverses to a German attempt of his own, then Cesaro reverses again and Dean reverses to the Dirty Deeds. Bam, misdirection! Clever Boy!
Hopefully Cesaro being lost in midcard purgatory leads to him busting out all manner of Japanese deadliness just for the hell of it — randomly hit Kofi Kingston with a Ganso Bomb in the middle of a match on Main Event for a two-count. What the hell, it’s not like anyone in charge will notice.
Worst: I Don’t Think Even He Knows What He’s Going To Do Next
Just a commentary aside, since I haven’t bitched about it for a while — JBL and Cole’s new canned line when talking about crazy wrestlers (which is now half the roster) is that they’re so out of control even they know what they’re going to do next! Hey, you know who else doesn’t know what they’re going to do next in a fight? Every person who’s ever been in a real fight. If we’re pretending this is real, the crazy one would be the guy who thinks he can predict everything that’s going to happen in a fight.
A hellcat with rabies? Sounds, uh, sexy?
I don’t really mind Seth Rollins on the mic — he’s well-spoken, he gets his points across, he just had a natural “Moooo-ooom!” whiny cadence that he can’t help. It actually works for him as a heel, but man, he was dealt some rough material here. Also, Dean Ambrose probably shouldn’t have sold Rollins’ saying they were never friends with a “my high school girlfriend just broke up with me” look of despair.
Best: The World’s Saddest Cake
I didn’t find the birthday fun at the wrestling retirement home segment from Raw to be terribly entertaining, but WWE retroactively redeemed it by showing an after-Raw clip of SLATAH GATA! coming out give Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair et al the most charmingly pathetic cake in wrestling history. Thing looked like they made it in an Easy-Bake oven, but they still needed two men to carry it, and when it ends up on Titus it just kind of looks like he mashed a Twinkie on his chest (sorry Twinkie mashing fetishists, this site probably isn’t what you were searching for). Likely for the best that the cake didn’t make it to the ring — I hear Titus pickled the figs himself…
Oh, there was also a match. Titus/Dolph wasn’t bad and featured Heath doing a doofy white guy version of Titus’ gator bark at ringside, so I was happy. Then of course Titus lost and Heath looked all disappointed, because come on — Heath Slater beat Dolph Ziggler once. How hard could it be?