Hey guys, welcome to my latest Smackdown review! I uh, I didn’t like this one so much.
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Worst: That’s Not How Real Estate Works. This Isn’t How Anything Works.
Smackdown kicked things off with some hot moping action with Big Show quiver-chinning through a recap of his woeful last month, and then Triple H came out and revealed he had bought Big Show’s house, which Big Show responded to with a look of surprise. Uh…what? Listen, I know wrestling exists in a weird little bubble and WWE assumes none of their fans have the smarts or resources to purchase property, but come on, unless you’ve spent your entire life chained under the basement stairs with no knowledge of how human society works, you know you can’t just buy a person’s house without them knowing.