Sports Talk with MC

By MC

No, the title of this post isn’t suggestive of some inspirational, Oprah Winfrey-be the best you can be sort of talk.

Instead, it basically describes, in the most succinct manner possible, the finish on WWE chairman Vince McMahon’s bit of “crowning glory”, post Wrestlemania 23.

Over 80 thousand rabid WWE fans saw Vince’s “crown” taken away from him, both figuratively, and literally.

For those of you who missed it, ECW champion Bobby Lashley, with the help of the ever anti-establishment rebel in Stone Cold Steve Austin, defeated Intercontinental Champion Umaga in the first hair versus hair match the WWE has seen, since, well, Angle- Jericho (Angle lost that bout and has worn the bald do, proudly, I might add, ever since).

As much as Vinny Mac was totally embarrassed as a result of the “haircut seen ’round the world”, it can be said that both McMahon, AND Trump have gotten the last laugh- in reality.

The little circus act created so much publicity leading up to WM 23 and post WM that it can be said that it is almost certain that ad revenues, for the both the WWE and any Trump venture to come in the conceivable future, will be on the rise.

In the WWE plotline fishbowl, it can be said, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the McMahon-Trump tiff created a nice sidelite as a complementary piece to more high profile rivalries such a Cena-HBK (HBK should be the champion as we speak…if only to shake things up a bit), Undertaker-Batista (it’s about time the Deadman became champion again, and his becoming champion pretty much puts Batista boring on-screen persona in a gawky position), and heck, even Melina-Ashley Mazzaro (I was going to put Benoit-MVP, but well, we all know that either the Rabid Wolverine gets cheated out of the US title, the title for sly, young, up and coming, midcarders, or he gets to keep the US belt forever and ever until everyone forgets about just how great an athlete Benoit is…again).

Amidst failures like the ongoing wars between Kane and the Great” I will eat your planet” Khali, and Deuce and Domino (borrrrringgg), the Battle of the Billionaires provided both wrestling newbies, and old time wrestling fanatics like myself, even for just one second, something to truly chuckle about.

Back to business, then. Back to the equal ratio of “Cena sucks” and “Cena rocks” chants. Back to a once again angst-ridden Shawn Michaels. And once again back to the one man show that is Bobby Lashley on ECW (ps- they reeeeeallly should give an ECW original like Sabu the belt at some point).

Water break’s over. =)