"This debate is completely ridiculous. There's no reason for a debate."

It's an election year. We all know how the McMahon family loves itself an election year. But I think it's fair to say Big Show sufficiently covered all the bases with those two sentences.

On Friday's Smackdown, Big Show defeated Randy Orton to become the No. 1 contender to Sheamus' World Heavyweight Championship. On Raw, the two were engaging in a debate, arguing about the Big Show's body odor and whose finishing move is move devastating.

This segment accomplished nothing that these two couldn't have done in a traditional promo exchange. I'm not one to stifle creativity and stick to the status quo, but this was pretty much a waste of time.

"This isn't funny," Big Show declared as the segment neared its close.

Big Show wins this debate on pure principle of speaking the truth. Sheamus retorted everything saying he beat Daniel Bryan in 18 seconds, when Big Show lost to Bryan in 45 seconds. This only further adds a problem to the situation, as it's reminding fans that one of the tag team champions was made to look like a joke at WrestleMania.

The segment ended with the threat of a fight, but Big Show bailed before it could begin. That's one decision I can agree with, as champions and challengers too frequently have contact before their title match. With this being billed as a first-time-ever match, it's best to keep them separated.

Overall, the segment wasn't overly long, and anyone claiming it ruined or killed the show is over-exaggerating. But one has to question whether a debate - or an arm wrestling competition or dance-off, for that matter - does anything to get fans interested in watching a wrestling match.

It may sound hypocritical to blast a concept like this when fans always clamor for the creative team to do something new or original, but there are ideas that should be ruled out before leaving the conference room.

When promoting a match between a tough Irish brawler and a monster giant with a deadly punch, there are probably better strategies than political satire.


Quick Hits


  • The opening segment was such a train wreck, but it was also highly entertaining. To hit the high points: Vickie Guerrero and Paul Heyman want to be general manager; AJ is under probation as the GM; Kane and Daniel Bryan are individually and jointly the tag team champions; Punk believes Mick Foley disrespected him; and Dolph Ziggler continues to be directionless. Oh yeah, and AJ booked a tag team match for later in the show.


The main event was filled with good action, but that's to be expected with these four individuals. Punk and Bryan have proven what kind of chemistry they have, Kane mixes well with them and Ziggler can work with anyone. There was nice continuity in this, as AJ inserted herself as the special guest referee and ejected both Guerrero and Heyman. Ziggler left with Guerrero, much like Punk and Heyman did to Ziggler a while back. Team Hell No picked up a big win, pinning the WWE Champion. I like the dynamic of that team, as to where they work together during the match and then argue after. It's a refreshing take on the old odd-couple team, and without the overexposure of vignettes, they didn't overstay their welcome tonight.


  • Jim Ross Appreciation Night went better than expected, but it still wasn't a great night for one of wrestling's greatest commentators. Punk interrupted his moment, and the two had a really good verbal exchange, despite a few slip-ups from the champ. At least JR didn't end up covered in barbecue sauce this time. But one glaring flaw seems to be that Mick Foley last week and JR this week seem to indicate that being called the best in the world is more about being thrown off, through or at least around in a cell than holding the WWE's top prize. Punk has beaten Cena in the past; why does he have to do in a cell to prove he's the best? There's certainly some flawed logic there. But as Punk tried to make JR retreat to the back, Ryback came out and had a staredown with Punk, who ultimately backed down. This really seems to be heading in a direction that has me very, very scared.