The Best And Worst Of WWE Night Of Champions 2011

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Enjoy the Best and Worst of Night of Champions.

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Best: Tag Teams Matter Again

At least it seems like that’s where this new tag team resurgence is heading. I didn’t give much credence to the rumor that Triple H was legitimately (and when I say legitimately I mean in real life, backstage) trying to make tag teams matter again, but when I saw Kofi Kingston and Evan Bourne walk out with matching green attire I felt hopeful. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a far cry away from The Hart Foundation vs. The British Bulldogs. Hell, it’s a far cry away from the Quebecers vs. Men On A Mission, but it’s a start. For me in order to be a real tag team you have to have matching tights and enter the ring together. Air Fart is halfway there, so they at least get points for trying.

Best: Evan Bourne Is A Dirty Little Cheater

The line between “good guys” and “bad guys” is usually pretty clear; good guys play fair, bad guys cheat. But, every once in a while someone will throw you a curve ball and do something that doesn’t line up with these carefully established perimeters. When Evan Bourne saw that the ref’s back was turned and slapped his hands together to give the impression that the tag was made, I immediately went from “this match is okay” to “this match is awesome”. While that might be an exaggerated reaction, it was definitely something that made me take notice. It was great because it added depth to the story. It showed Evan Bourne wasn’t afraid to get a little dirty to keep his championship, and it added legitimate evidence to all of Miz and R-Truth’s ramblings that there was a conspiracy against them. Miz and Truth were actually trying to play by the rules, and that dirty little star shooter and his jumping non-Jamaican buddy were blatantly breaking them and getting away with it. If Bourne had thrown the tag team belt into Miz’s hands and then flopped on the mat while holding his head I might have cried.

Worst: DQ Finishes Are The Vanilla Sky Of Wrestling

While the match itself wasn’t a classic by any stretch of the imagination, it was a fun little opener for a throwaway PPV. I know that the finish of having the Miz and R-Truth attack the referee that so obviously screwed them over added to the overall story, but I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. Disqualifications are cheap and easy way to keep anyone from getting buried. You can have a match that covers all the so-called stipulations that make something a classic, but if you have a DQ finish the match always ends up feeling like a corporate-controlled dream sequence that makes you kill your girlfriend and forces you to be best friends with Jason Lee. I’m sure there are better analogies out there, but I really can’t think of many things worse than having to be friends with My Name Is Earl.

Bonus Worst: A Non-Big Four PPV Is Forty-Five Dollars

Seriously. I know WWE’s pay-per-views have been expensive for a long time, but I usually don’t buy them because I’m what my brother calls “embarrassingly cheap”. For a show that isn’t one of the “big four” (Royal Rumble, Summerslam, Survivor Series, and WrestleMania) this price almost seems unreasonable. I understand that times are tough and there is inflation to factor in and other big number stuff that I really don’t understand but say I do to sound smart, but forty-five bucks? Yeesh. I was originally planning on streaming this one just like I do the others, but since this was my With Leather debut I got a little overly excited and bought the show without really thinking about it. I get disgusted with myself when I spend nearly fifty bucks on anything. My wife is disgusted because I spent nearly fifty bucks on a wrestling show while I still make her buy the store brand feminine products, and apparently that’s horrible.

Best: Hey, Matt Striker Still Has A Job 

Whenever I see Matt Striker on TV, I always get the feeling that he’s just waiting for someone to hand him a pink slip and pull the lever for the trap door he is conveniently standing on.

Hilarious Best: You Poor Spanish Bastards

They showed the Spanish announce team? Ha ha ha, that table doesn’t stand a chance.

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Best: Cody Rhodes vs. Ted DiBiase

I’ll be honest, I’m surprised how much I liked this match. Not because Cody Rhodes isn’t awesome because he is, but because Ted DiBiase has a habit of being incredibly mediocre. He’s been so disappointing in his role as this generations cocky rich guy, that I think when his dad tells people his son has followed in his footsteps he shows them a picture of Alberto Del Rio. He’s had three years to develop himself as anything other than default Superstar #4, and all he’s accomplished is wearing a dollar store version of the million dollar belt and growing then shaving a beard. He had Maryse on his arm for a while, and even she couldn’t make him stand out. Maryse. And she looks like this.

I don’t know if it’s a credit to Cody’s ability to make something cool out of nothing or Ted finally finding the gene his father passed on that makes him interesting, but these two really have great chemistry together. Everything just seemed to flow. If Ted DiBiase wrestled like this more than once every three years I might stop putting him on my short list when future endeavored season comes around.

Worst: I Guess Buffalo Doesn’t Like Wrestling

Yes the Intercontinental title match was good, but if you paid any attention to the crowd you wouldn’t know it. A crowd can make or break  a show, and it seemed like everyone in the audience decided to check their Facebook accounts at the same time when this match started. They were so quiet it was actually frustrating. Honestly though I couldn’t tell if it was because they were bored with the match, or if they were just upset that they were in Buffalo. My brother lived in that city for a year, and the only activity he could think of for us to do was eating at restaurants. Three days of eating at different restaurants, and it was football season. And they were playing at home. That’s how miserable it is to be in Buffalo. The only way to find any joy in that city is to eat it.

Still, it’s extremely frustrating to watch two guys work their asses off and see a crowd of people just sitting there stroking their chins. People boo John Cena and chant “you can’t wrestle” but fall deafly silent when two guys who can wrestle put on a show. You’re only enforcing the idea that wrestling is secondary to crotch chops and oily fat guys dancing when you don’t react to what’s going on in the ring. God dammit people, this is why we can’t have nice things.

Best: Christian

Anytime Christian decides to show up on TV automatically gets a best from me, even though he was just re-hashing all the stuff he’s been saying for the past two weeks. Hell, he could come out and to tell us cuddly kittens are extinct and Big Bird was charged with selling child pornography and I’d still smile and cheer after he slapped his chest and pointed. His promos are always fun, because unlike a lot of other Superstars his don’t seem like they were memorized from a piece of paper four minutes before he walked through the curtain. I’m not saying they aren’t, it’s just that they don’t seem like they were written by a committee of frustrated soap opera writers. Christian came out, basically said nothing, and still got a better reaction out of the Buffalo crowd than Evan Bourne killing himself with a dive to the outside. He even got them to chant “one more match” and he’s a freaking bad guy. Whoever says Christian doesn’t have what WWE calls the “it” factor is a moron, unless the it factor is two hundred pounds of muscle and the ability to do a lot of body slams.

Also Best: “Sit down, Cole”

At one point during his promo Christian told everyone who thought he deserved one more title shot should stand up. They cut to a crowd shot where about one out of every twenty people were standing, and almost immediately you could hear Jerry Lawler interject with “sit down, Cole.” No cut to Cole standing triumphantly in support of Christian, no response from the guy that holds more WrestleMania victories than the hall of famer sitting next to him. The image I formed in my mind legitimately made me laugh out loud, which is probably the most positive thing Michael Cole has made me do in months.

Also, Also Best: Testicle Jokes Are Back 

I don’t know who gave the green light for Sheamus to make a joke about his uncle Fargus’s lucky green testicle, but whoever it was I would like to kiss them on the head. The last time I remember WWE talking about a man’s ball sack on TV was when Vince McMahon was calling his testicles grapefruits and saying he was going to jack hammer Linda. I know I’m past the age where I should laugh at a grown man claiming his uncle is the luckiest guy in Ireland because of his gangrenous nut, but last night reminded me why it’s awesome to be twelve.

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Worst: The Fatal 4-Way Match

I like to imagine the WWE creative team looking at the card they came up with, and seeing that they put these four guys in a match together while the clock ticked ominously in the background. Nobody wanted to discuss it, they just threw this match together because they forgot that Ziggler and Swagger are both bad guys and thus can’t have a one-on-one match together. Ziggler is great and deserves better than this, Swagger is good despite the ridiculous career he’s had, John Morrison is mediocre at best but capable, and Alex Riley is about two years away from doing local tough man competitions. This match shouldn’t have happened and yet it did, because they literally have no one else to put in those spots. To be fair it wasn’t the worst thing ever, but it certainly wasn’t something I wanted to think about again after it was over. My hope is that with Ziggler getting the cheap win by screwing Swagger out of his pin fall will lead to them finally having their blow off match at Hell In A Cell in two weeks. Of course that’s just wishful thinking, as I’m sure somebody obscure like Yoshi Tatsu will get thrust into the match just to keep two guys who ride the same bus from not being best friends.

Worst: Oh, F**k You Buffalo

The fact that the crowd was dead for the whole Rhodes/Dibease match but acted like someone in the crowd was handing out free iPhones when they thought Alex Riley was going to win the United States Championship is the worst thing ever.

Worst: Vickie Guerrero’s Close-Up In HD


Just… don’t do that again.

Best: “I’m Gonna Whoop Your Ass”

Mark Henry of 2011 has done everything he can to make me forget that he fathered a hand with Mae Young and was given the European title by Jeff Jarrett for being such a swell lacky. He’s been with the WWE for fifteen odd years and for the first time he’s actually shown a convincing mean streak that won’t end with him in Undertaker’s comically large casket. When this version of Mark Henry looks at Randy Orton as he’s posing in the corner and mouths “I’m gonna whoop your ass” I 100% believe that he is going to whoop that ass. Randy Orton could have dressed like a gladiator and carried a broad sword in the match, and all I think it would have done is made Mark animorph into a silver back gorilla.

Worst: Figure Out Mark Henry’s Weight, Cole

I know this it nitpicking, but when the ring announcer says Mark Henry weighs 428 lbs, and then the first chance he gets Michael Cole says he weighs 398 lbs, that’s kind of a problem. I know WWE has selective history but he just said it. You have to give us time to forget stuff before you go changing your continuity around. Who do you think you are, DC comics?

Worst: Just Move, Randy Orton

I love Mark Henry, but his offense has the speed of Bowser in Mario 64. There is no reason why Randy Orton couldn’t just move out of the way every time Mark charged, get behind him, grab his tail, and throw him into a bomb. The most amazing thing about Mark Henry’s 15 year career is the fact that he’s yet to have a heart attack in the middle of a match. The guy sweats gravy for God’s sake, can’t someone get him a brochure for Atkins?

Worst: Standing On The Apron When You’re Wrestling Randy Orton Is Not Wise

Twice during this match Mark Henry went to the apron to avoid Randy Orton’s specials, and twice the announce team said it was a wise move to do so. If you’re wrestling Randy Orton you don’t go to the apron, because he’s going to drop you on your f**king skull. Just go ahead and pretend the apron is lava and you can’t go there, because the only way it will end is with the top of your head on the ground and Randy Orton pounding his fists on the mat like a lunatic.

Best: Mark Henry Is World Heavyweight Champion

Despite the gripes I had about the actual match, I absolutely loved the finish. Randy Orton standing face to face with this behemoth who just won’t go down, and getting flattened after a failed RKO was fantastic. This has been a landmark year for honorary championship wins. First Christian, who nobody ever thought would get a world championship, was given the belt because he’s friends with Edge and I guess Vince McMahon thought they were interchangeable. Rey Mysterio was given a token WWE title win for some reason, I still think that Ziggler’s title win counts, and I can’t see CM Punk’s most recent reign as anything other than a means to an end. I know that this title reign is probably going to have the shelf life of about two weeks because apparently WWE can’t go more than a month without re-touching on the status quo (more on that later) but I’m going to try and enjoy this while I can. Maybe I’m just being negative, but I really think that when WWE sees an unstoppable murder machine their first instinct is to make him lose to a guy pretending to be a snake.

Worst: Mark Henry’s Promo Was Written By Tyler Perry 

When the large black man screamed “Welcome to the hall of pain” into a microphone, I couldn’t help but imagine Madea rushing toward me with a frying pan.

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Worst: Beth Phoenix Buys Her Underwear In 1985

Or she just spent the night with Jimmy Snuka and grabbed the wrong pair on her way out the door.

Surprisingly Best: I Guess These Chicks Can Wrestle

Keep in mind when I say this that I’m not Brandon, and don’t have a thorough knowledge of American women’s wrestling. I’ve been raised on WWE’s version of what women are, and I’m comfortable with what I’ve seen because in all honesty I haven’t seen much. No matter how many mediocre to decent Lita/Trish Stratus matches I’ve watched, they can all be undone with one Eve booty pop. But when I saw Beth Phoenix superplex Kelly Kelly into one of the most awkward landings imaginable, I thought that there might be something more to lady wrestling than glitter boots and hair extensions.

I’m still not going to check out SHIMMER though. If you want someone to take your promotion seriously, don’t name it after a strip club.

Best: Kelly Kelly Is The Shang Tsung of Diva Wrestling

You would think that since Kelly Kelly beat arguably the best Diva on the roster last month that she would fall to her foe in the re-match in Beth’s home town. But what you don’t understand is that every time Kelly defeats someone, she absorbs their life essence and takes on their talents as her own. That’s how she keeps getting better while at the same time still being incredibly average. She’s only going to get the best out of her opponents, and her competition so far has been one really good Glamazon and the Bella Twins. And the Bella’s combined Smackdown vs. Raw ranking is a 52, so it’s not like your going to get much milk from that cow.

Worst: John Cena Is Retarding Before Our Eyes

Brandon has been using a running Truman Show metaphor in his explanation of where John Cena is mentally, and I think he’s pretty on point with that. Except last night Cena didn’t seem to fall deeper down the rabbit hole of real wrestler names and Johnny Ace appearances. In fact, he seemed to fall back into his familiar antics of goofy white rapper who doesn’t rap. Here’s what I think happened; John Cena was living a simplistic life in his black and white world of good versus evil, something he was completely content with and so no reason to change. Then along came CM Punk and he gave John a serious dosage of reality, and Cena spent the last few months exploring this new world where the color grey is everywhere. At first it was exciting because he was able to call people by there real names and tell Alberto Del Rio that the cars he drives don’t belong to him, but it was slowly starting to eat away at his psyche. Eventually the medicine that Punk injected into Cena’s character is going to wear off, and he’s going to go back to living in that world where saluting and bright colored shirts and NEVER GIVING UP EVER makes you the hero, even though none of us are going to go back with him. We have glimpsed past the fourth wall, saw that it was beautiful, and we aren’t going back. Cena however doesn’t belong in this world so he’s going to regress until he’s back to calling the Rock a phony and leaving some flowers on Algernon’s grave.

I’d say at this rate we have until Survivor Series until he’s wearing a bike lock as a necklace and rapping about ice-cream bars.

Best: My Step-Dad Can’t Get Over John Cena’s Jorts

My step-father, who has watched a total of negative three wrestling pay-per-views with me in my entire life, actually sat through all of Night Of Champions, and the only thing he had a hard time believing was that someone wearing jean shorts could be WWE champion. It’s like he was reading the Internet’s mind or something.

Worst: So We’re Back To The Status Quo

I don’t understand everything about wrestling, but I understand racism. I thought once the tour through Mexico ended it wouldn’t be long until the belt was back on someone that didn’t make white people nervous. As a fan this is discouraging, and I don’t like to use that word loosely. I’m used to WWE disappointing me, but I didn’t think it was going to happen this soon. One month ago John Cena was having great matches with CM Punk and Rey Mysterio, and now he’s having slowed down turds with unquestionably one of the best guys on the roster. This match was so boring I started to have Billy Gunn flashbacks. If you don’t understand that reference than consider yourself lucky, because no matter how bad “John Cena is champion, I hate everything now” can get, nothing is worse than watching the Ass Man walk around with a crown embroidered on his butt.

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Worst: CM Punk Ice-Cream Bar T-Shirts

I get it, you’re retro. You like mentioning things that are old. CM Punk is real close to becoming a wrestling version of a hipster, and he doesn’t even need his Jesus beard anymore to pull off the ensemble. You want to impress me with your knowledge Punk? Make a Mantaur reference. Until then, shut up and be great again.

Best: Triple H Is Still Pretty Metal

Say what you want about Triple H, but the guy can go in the ring. Not a lot of people could withstand the tiring position that is COO of a major corporation, but Mr. H has withstood the monotony of devaluing his employees and investigating cell phone records to stay in ring shape. Triple H has always been great at brawling, and he knows how to make things look painful. It makes me think that he would be better suited in a position where he works directly with the talent, and not being groomed to be the next Vince McMahon. I’m not one of those generic Internet haters that doesn’t like anything Hunter does, but I think his talents could be better used else where, like showing Sin Cara how to put together a match that doesn’t end up on Botchamania.

Any crap, I wasn’t very optimistic about this match but I’m glad to say I was pleased with the story they told up until devolved into chaos. There were only two things I wanted to see in this no DQ bout:

  1. Sledge hammer
  2. Spanish announce table destroyed

Done and done.

Best: Curry Man!

But at the same time ugh… Curry Man. 

Worst: Duffle Bags Are Not Anvils

I don’t know why Triple H was selling those dufflebags like Owen Hart selling a bag of popcorn, but you would think they were filled with dumbbells after watching him react to having them tossed gently onto his torso.

Worst: What The Hell Happened

When I saw John Laurinaitis playing with his phone earlier in the evening, I kind of figured he was communicating with Kevin Nash. It’s been several hours since the show went off the air, and for the life of me I can’t really understand why R-Truth and The Miz interfered and started kicking the s**t out of everyone. At one point it looked like they were helping Punk win, but then that fell apart and everyone just started hitting everyone with anything they could find. It was anarchy, and standing at the edge of the entrance ramp was John Laurinaitis, clutching his blackberry as if it were the codes for the nukes.

Speaking of which…

Worst: WE CAN SEE YOU TEXTING

We watched you hit some buttons and suddenly Kevin Nash showed up. Despite the fact that he failed and Triple H is still COOing all over the place, you didn’t have to show your hand. Did you really have to do that from the ramp? Don’t they have monitors in the back for these kinds of things? When Big Boss Man pulled the contract away from Stone Cold he didn’t walk down the ramp with and scream “I did that!” Make them find you, don’t give up so easily. It took the WWE detectives almost a year to figure out Rikishi ran over Steve Austin, I’m sure you could have at least gotten away with it for another couple of weeks.

Wait a second, didn’t Curry Man have a cell phone in that picture? THE INVESTIGATION CONTINUES.

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