The show opens with their standard Memorial Day observation video package. It’s nice. I like that WWE respects our soldiers and they always treat them well. From here, it goes downhill quick. On the upside? No Nickelback tonight. On the downside? Well….
Big show comes out and we notice the Cole and Lawler have traded seats at the announce table. I’m not sure what that means, but hell, it’s change like Obama promised us. I’ll take it.
Big show goes into a long, mocking diatribe about how he’s tired of making “you people” smile. He’s tired of being a sell out to make “you people” happy. He only did it because he was a business man. Now he’s an angry business man. You can tell by the suit he’s stuffed into.
He bitches that nobody came to his defense when Big Johnny fired him. He complains that we were just as happy to forget him when Brodus Clay came out with his Funkettes and we all started dancing.
He “you peoples” us about two dozen more times, and let’s us know that at No Way Out, he’s going to destroy John Cena worse than the Rock, The Brock and The Big Johnny did altogether. So that’s nice. He’s got goals clearly defined.
Anyways, this turd lasts 15 minutes and I’m starting to get a sick feeling that tonight is going to be one endless promo after another. Luckily enough, they actually put wrestlers on the show tonight. Imagine.
We break for our first of three hundred commercial breaks.