Pre show notes:
– For those of you that may not know me, my name is Danny Boy Downes (not actual legal name). I’m a college graduate turned UFC fighter turned UFC writer turned back up blogger for pro wrestling. While it’s been a hell of an adventure, it does mean that my parents fail to acknowledge anything I’ve done since I won the 8th grade spelling bee.
For the record, I want everyone to know my commitment to deliver you fine people the Best and Worst of Money in the Bank. This weekend was my bachelor party trip down to Kansas City and despite a massive hangover, I still decided to get things done. Some of highlights include: explaining to someone that you’re not really supposed to call the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum the “Negro Museum.” and my drunken best man decided to yelling at 4:30am that, “Bob Backlund would chicken wing the shit out of Verne Gagne.”
– Be sure to leave a comment on the report and click the “like” button. Not only does it help the people at With Leather, but it will make up for the lack of love I get from my family
– Thanks to Casey for the pics and gifs.
On to the wrestling!
Best: Money In The Bank Matches Make Everyone Look Good
I can’t remember any MITB match that’s sucked (then again, I did get punched in the head for a living). Even with a few botched moves this match still set the tone for a great PPV. I know the majority of the readers enjoy anything that begins with Vickie Guerrerro and a Dolph Ziggler butt wiggle, but I do have one complaint. What’s up with the hair? Johnny Lawrence wouldn’t have been the same with dark hair, and neither is the Zig Zag man. Is there a peroxide shortage I haven’t been informed of?
What pleased me the most was how the “lesser knowns” performed. Not only did Tyson Kidd have the move of the match with his ladder transfer power bomb, this was his breakout match as a whole.
Also, I’m a big Damien Sandow fan so it was nice to see him get some PPV time. It’ll be interesting to see if these solid performances translate into a bigger push, but at least they’ll always have this one magical night. I hope to make my future wife’s wedding night that magical, but I don’t think the ladder would fit in the honeymoon suite
Best: Tensai Throwing Ziggler
Another best has to go to the former daimyo known as Tensai. Partly because he had an overall solid performance, but most because he almost hit Booker T with Dolph Ziggler. It more than made He turned in a solid performance and almost hit Booker T with a Ziggler. It more than made up for DZ underselling Santino’s cobra strike. Which brings us to
Mostly Worst: Santino’s Cobra (not a euphemism)
I’ll be honest, Santino jumping for the briefcase at the beginning of the match was funny. Especially once Jerry Lawler explained that Santino needs a ladder to win the match. Even the way he fell down the ladder towards the end hitting his face on every rung on the way down was solid physical comedy. What’s starting to bother me, though, is the gradual evolution of the Cobra into an actual being. A few weeks ago Santino himself told Ricardo Rodriguez that it’s actually only a sock, but that comment seems to be lost.
Santino is scared of heights! Don’t worry, the magical sock of doom will give him the courage to continue! It’s like the sock is starting to become its own character. Even Mr. Socko didn’t get this much anthropomorphism. How long until the cobra goes the way of Moppy?
Worst: Car Metaphors!
Sheamus is related to my cousin’s future wife, so I’ll try to be careful here so I don’t get smacked during the cake cutting ceremony. This promo sucked. Sure that doesn’t sound diplomatic, but internet diplomacy qualifies as anything that doesn’t use racial and/or homophobic slurs. While I was impressed at The Great White’s level of car knowledge, the whole metaphor just seemed forced. Also, it kind of hard to feel bad for the guy that sneak attacks people for getting sneak attacked. On the bright side, if this wrestling thing doesn’t work out for him, Sheamus could make a lot of money with a auto garage and Irish pub hybrid business.