It’s one of those logic gaps that seems to spit in the face of the very simple, easy to enjoy story they were setting up. Instead, Young’s “crossface chickenwing” is a cobra clutch that he’s only done what, once? And the story is that he’s totally fine, but wants to get wins any way he can, and will cheat to beat Titus. Now, the story pretty much everyone wants to see (and the story we thought they were gonna tell at Battleground) is Darren Young harnessing the power of the crossface chickenwing and going crazy to defeat people, a la Bob Backlund in the ’90s. Young ran in and attacked Titus for bucking up to Backlund, and this week they have a rematch. Backstage, Bob Backlund got in his face about cheating, and Titus was like, “a win is a win.” He knows everything about making wins. Last week, Titus O’Neil grabbed a handful of tights to pin Darren Young. Worst: WWE Not Understanding Its Own Angles “That’s not how you spell that word! That’s not how you spell that word! S-O-F-T. It’s Dario and Matanza Cueto, filtered through a bunch of season two episodes of Jersey Shore. That’s not a terrible thing, either, it’s just perfect for a tag team about a tiny fragile guy who runs his mouth and has a giant, slow monster backing him up. It legit feels like the referee could kick his ass sometimes. Sometimes Enzo’s offense makes Dean Ambrose look like Mike Tyson. Those guys belong as two pieces of one thing, and if Cass hadn’t been at ringside to bang the mat at the right times, I think the match would’ve played out a lot worse. He’s better than he used to be, but he’s in that tag team for a reason, and his physical gifts compliment Cass’ as much as his personality. The match isn’t bad, but shines a pretty bright light on how Enzo Amore shouldn’t be wrestling long singles matches.
The opening segment leads to Owens and Jericho hilariously puffing up to Big Cass and ending up in a match with Enzo, thanks in part to advice from the great Jimmen Marvinluder. They should do a WWE Studios remake of Speed where Cass explodes if he speaks more than one word every three seconds. But yeah, this is the most obvious example in a while of putting something I love in wrestling against something I don’t, then making it impossible for me to explain why people are cheering in the wrong direction.īy the way, I finally figured out who Cass sounds like. Enzo is too talented on the microphone to go that route, especially against characters as routinely broad as Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens. I want Raw to try harder, especially when they’re supposed to be newly refocused.
It’s not about social justice or anything, it’s just lazy writing. But I guess this is the same team that used to call Sylvester LeFort and Marcus Louis “sweet boys” all the time in NXT, so maybe I was just choosing to ignore it. Who does Cass think he is, Kevin Nash? Uh, don’t answer that. Remember what happened with The Miz? Miz was one of the best characters (and at the time, performers) on the show, and they were like, “people like you, tell Damien Sandow and Cody Rhodes you bet they’re buttf*cking.” Enzo’s great, but less so when their material is “man code” jokes and telling his opponents they take baths together. They’ve reached that terrible level of trust in WWE where babyfaces who truly have something to contribute to the show are reduced to these weird, confrontational, homophobic cartoon characters. Anyway, maybe you’ll feel me on this and maybe you won’t, but I’m officially off the Enzo and Cass train.
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