The Best And Worst Of WWE Extreme Rules '12

04.30.12 5 years ago 80 Comments

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Best In Show: The Biggest +Rhodes Ever Awarded

Aside from the whole “my favorite wrestler having a 20-minute match of the year candidate” thing, this was my favorite part of the show. I love you for doing this, and you are now my shoot best friend.

Best: YouTube Pre-Shows

I mentioned it in last week’s Best And Worst Of Raw report, but on the list of things pro wrestling should borrow from UFC, “pre-show fights for free on YouTube” is at the top of the list. “Threat-kissing during staredowns” and “Davey Richards” are at the bottom.

It’s just good business. You’ve got a live event happening and you’ve got a pre-show set up anyway, so why not give it a loose purpose and broadcast it on a site you want your fans to visit? It gives two (or more) wrestlers a chance to be on the show, it gives you an extra, not-necessarily-important time slot for something like a United States Championship match and it reminds cheaper wrestling fans that tentpole wrestling is about to happen and they should consider buying it. It beats the hell out of Justin Roberts or whoever yelling YOU DON’T WANNA MISS EXTREME RULES over video packages for half an hour.

Worst: If You’ve Got 30 Minutes Of Pre-Show, You Can Have More Than 4 Minutes Of Wrestling

Unfortunately most of the pre-show was YOU DON’T WANNA MISS EXTREME RULES over video packages.

Miz versus Santino wasn’t ever going to be a barnburner, but if you’ve got half an hour to convince people that the wrestling is gonna be SUPER GREAT and they should pay for it, why are you selling it with four-ish minutes of Miz duckflopping around while Santino pretends to jab him with a snake sleeve? The old Sunday Night Heat method was Rock promos and 15 minutes of TAKA Michinoku and the pre-vampire, post-daisy pants Hardy Boyz jumping at each other and falling off the top rope.

And if you only want the Santino match to go four minutes, why not move some of the unimportant pay-per-view stuff like Brodus Clay versus Dolph Ziggler and the Ryback handicap match to the pre-show? We only need so many pee breaks per three hours and it’d allow you to make a 23-minute Daniel Bryan/Sheamus match a flat 30. The way you have it set up now is just gonna make people go “lol Ryback is on this show?” when they pick up the DVD at Buyback$ five years from now.

Worst: So Hey Miz, You Gonna Say F**k It And Go Sell eBay With Your Amazing Girlfriend Or What

I don’t want to keep making duck jokes about the guy, but this f**ker’s goose is cooked.

I’d like to believe WWE Creative has a ‘The Wire’-esque bulletin board with Miz at the top with a “PLANS” index card under him, and right under that is a card that says “lose really sadly to the Rock” and then 40-50 cards under that that all read “complain about how worthless he is”. The post Hell In A Cell PPV Miz has got to be the saddest and least enjoyable to watch character in modern WWE history, partially because of how static his act is and partially because it’s like watching your f**king grandfather get Alzheimer’s. He used to be a thing, but now he just lies there looking out of the window, mumbling about how he’s the most must-see something something.

I don’t know how wrestling works in real life, so maybe Miz is fine and just wanted to spend a year or two losing in a few minutes to a cloth-poke because he’s sick of getting concussions and going on Conan. Maybe he’ll get back the spark soon and improve upon what he already worked so hard to improve upon. Maybe he should start thinking of an exit strategy and thank Christ that his supermodel French girlfriend got sh*tcanned and shipped off to his parents’ house in Parma before he did so he didn’t have to do a Morrison/Melina, Lawler/Stacy thing.

Best: Jill Thompson’s Signs

According to her Twitter she was sitting beside the camera and had no hope of getting her signs on screen, but Jill Thompson (who you may know from her work on comics like Sandman, Scary Godmother and motherf**king Swamp Thing … or as the person responsible for Daniel Bryan’s awesome ring gear) does some fantastic posterboard work that deserves to be showcased:

Best: The Other Best Sign Of The Night

By way of @LyricalThreat:

Batman would hate Cena, wouldn’t he? He’d also have a plan for beating Cena ready to go in the Bat-computer, which hopefully reads “move out of the way of the jumping shoulderblocks … if shoulderblock connects, don’t just get up and throw wild punches … do not lie on the ground and let him dance punch you … if dance punching connects, don’t stand up and walk toward him with your hand over your face”.

The lesson here is that you should never be afraid to put a little effort into your signs, because they are a true niche artform and the wrestlers deserve something better than “RVD” and a yin yang in thin-ass green on yellow.

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Best: Zack Ryder Encapsulated By His Own Sneak Attack

Friend of the column/gif and screen-grab specialist THESTINGER said it best when he mentioned how Zack Ryder attacked Kane “like a child trying to stop his father from beating up his mother”, and how Kane no-selling Ryder’s punches was hilarious. I can’t come up with a more appropriate description than that. As disappointing and uncomfortably unimportant as The Miz can be, Zack Ryder’s utter futility and helplessness is starting to go past bad and back around to good. On any upcoming Raw we run the risk of Ryder’s dad accidentally walking into the locker room while Zack’s got his dick in a pie. “I just accidentally drank a beer with sperm in it! Woo woo woo, you know it!”

I wish Michael Cole hadn’t spent the last two years screaming about nerds, because a huge group of popular WWE Superstars are turning into sad nerds of such a harsh degree that A GUY WRITING A PRO WRESTLING COLUMN ON A BLOG WHO OWNS TWO DANIEL BRYAN SHIRTS AND GENE SNITSKY’S PROP BABY BLANKET can’t identify. When AJ shows up on Halloween dressed like Kitana from Mortal Kombat, that connects with me. When CM Punk namedrops Volk Han, I nerd out appropriately. Watching Ryder go “daw c’mon” to a girl with no interest in him and getting kicked in the nuts just makes me really happy I’m not Zack Ryder.

Best: Randy Orton Got Back His WrestleMania Win, So No More Supernatural Father Feuding Plz

That’s a wrap, everybody! Randy, great job with the kidnap murder. Kane, see you at Smackdown on Tuesday, we’re gonna do a thing with you where you light Jared from Subway on fire.

That’s where we need to go with this. Randy Orton got a contextually clean victory over The Monster Kane to bring them even, and the worst thing we can do is stretch it out and book the rubber match in four days or whatever at Over The Limit. Kane beat up Randy Orton’s dad, Randy Orton beat up Kane’s dad, they fought with props and now they’re coolsies. That’s how every feud with Kane should happen — he should start the cycle by picking one random person, spend a few weeks moo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha’ing at them, punch their Aunt in the throat in week 3 and finish it off at the pay-per-view. Then, win or lose, he moves on to another person. He should be exactly like Clavicus Vile in ‘Skyrim’ … he’s all “Raaaandyyyy, RKO BARBAS”, and whether Barbas gets R’d-KO or not he becomes a part of the statue and we go finish a different quest somewhere else.

Best: The Teddy Long Nametag

Worst: The Fact That It Doesn’t Say “Hello! My Name Is Peanut Head”

Maybe I’m just an asshole, but I feel like Teddy Long should be emasculated and demeaned by everyone he works with as some sort of penance for all those times the Steiners put him in a shark cage and raised him to the top of the arena only for him to still have a foreign object and throw it down to the Skyscrapers, or Doom or whoever.

Teddy is a great example of WWE telling you to like someone and expecting you to like them. It works, but I hate it. Teddy hasn’t done anything admirable in his entire wrestling career. He was a bad-slash-blind referee, then he became a cheating, jerk manager. When that fell through he went back to being a terrible referee (to date there have been exactly two admirable referees: Mark Curtis and Bryce Remsburg) (maybe Joe Higuchi too if he hadn’t counted so slowly and spent 1972-1984 falling down every time something important happened). When that didn’t work, he became a racist, and somehow parlayed that into running Smackdown. During his era of Smackdown, his only contributions were to make non-stop tag matches and have a heart attack at his own stupid in-ring wedding.

In contrast, John Laurinaitis is responsible for helping sign all of your favorite WWE Superstars to WWE contracts, used to high five kids while holding a skateboard and the worst thing he’s done onscreen since taking the General Manager job is f**k with the success of the one guy who is always purposelessly mean to him. And he fired John Morrison. Boo everyone onscreen but him.

Worst: This Funkasaurus Feud Needs To End With Ziggler Going Figurative Columbine On Somebody

It does.

Ziggler needs to flip the hell out about losing to this fat dancing dinosaur in four minutes and go apesh*t on him, jump him in the parking lot, drive into him with a forklift, get Team Disrespected Widow on the same page and f**k him up. I don’t know, but if I sat through two minutes of dancing, lost immediately and had to sit through two more minutes of dancing I would be Travis Bickle in a goddamn heartbeat.

Kudos to them elevating Brodus Clay, I guess (I would be a total hypocrite if I didn’t celebrate the successes of a super ugly, super fat guy with a dinosaur gimmick … the difference between him and Mantaur is an Earth Science class, but whatever), but I don’t enjoy seeing one of the most talented wrestlers in the company lose so completely to one of 4-5 concurrent squash streak guys. Swagger could’ve just as easily lost this match, and Ziggler could’ve done a thing where he gets to wrestle and we pay to enjoy it.

Of course, if Cameron wakes up at the beginning of Raw and finds Hornswoggle’s head in her bed it’ll be the greatest thing ever.

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