I'm organizing a "Donate ALL The Crack" drive to insure that Charlie's Tweets will be worth logging on for.
We returned to a gushing Michael Cole telling us how “the WWE hopes he has his “Anger Management” under control in three weeks, because Charlie Sheen is our social media ambassador and will be live tweeting to his seven-gabillion followers all throughout the celebration!” I truly hope Charlie gets distracted by cocaine and porn stars and starts tweeting insanity to the “universe”. It would serve them right.
So they decide to put a match together for us. It’s an 8-Man Tag Team Match! I don’t think Teddy realizes you can have singles matches. And here’s your teams:
Who's that guy with Zeus and John Cena's photo-negative?
The Prime Time Players (Titus O’Neil and Darren Young) along with Cody Rhodes and David Otunga facing Kofi, R-Truth, Santino and Christian. ”Oh wow, Cole, FOUR CHAMPIONS in the ring??!!” – Lawler is an ass.
And this match sucks. The only talent on the bad guys team is Cody. The crowd was absolutely silent during this match and for some reason they “Mic’ed up” AW so we could hear him say nothing to an absolutely silent audience. Everyone was confused as to where that “voice” was coming from. Maybe it’s a haunted arena?
Anyhow, they take a commercial two minutes into this match with the good guys in control. As is always the case, when they returned, the bad guys were in control. Magical commercials.
Finally, the Prime Time Players leave, Cody leaves and Otunga is all by his lonesome. Brodus Clay comes out to insure Otunga can’t leave, everybody kills Otunga and we dance off into another commercial. I have no idea what I just witnessed, but it damn sure wasn’t wrestling.
Commercials? Nope. Backstage Teddy Long is talking with Alberto. Alberto insists he deserves his title match that he never got. Teddy agrees, but first, Teddy has a “lil’ surprise, playah” and ADR will be in action next!
Commercials. Finally.
