Mark my words, Cagesiders, I won't file a single complaint about WWE booking for the rest of the year.
That's because WWE Chairman Vince McMahon and his creative team look like the Magnificent Seven compared to Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC) President Dana White and the Apple Dumpling Gang he's charged with matchmaking, who in the past several months, have been guilty of some truly awful pairings.
UFC Light Heavyweight Champion Jon Jones is defending his title against Chael Sonnen, a middleweight coming off a crushing technical knockout loss at 185 pounds. That's just a few months after "Bones" fought another middleweight, Vitor Belfort, in Toronto.
That's only because a former middleweight champion named Dan Henderson got hurt.
UFC 185-pound titleholder Anderson Silva decided to put his division on hold to beat the brakes off a jacked-up roid bag in Brazil, before calling out a fighter in a lower weight class. Yes, I'm talking about welterweight kingpin Georges St. Pierre, who according to Dana White, now wants to fight Nick Diaz, who just so happens to be coming off a loss AND a drug suspension.
Oh, and Liz Carmouche is suddenly a UFC pay-per-view headliner, willing to be fed to undefeated UFC Women's Bantamweight Champion Ronda Rousey in "Rowdy's" backyard of Anaheim. That's not a typo and do not check the calendar, because it's not April 1.
Maybe Impact Wrestling can send over two of its "TNA Knockouts" to headline the TLC pay-per-view in Brooklyn, which no longer has CM Punk wrestling in the main event, because Ryback saw Punk's injured knee and decided to FINISH IT on Monday Night Raw.
I ain't mad atcha.
It's not that I had a huge problem with the bout. Ryback, for as one-dimensional as he is, can effectively paint-by-numbers when he needs to. I just didn't have any desire to see them square off (again) because this program is like the Greek yogurt I bought earlier today.
Best used by Jan. 27, 2013.
That's when the Royal Rumble paves the "Road to WrestleMania," though I didn't find anything royal about that creepy event poster featuring The Rock, other than it royally sucks. He looks like an experiment gone wrong in the basement of Madame Tussauds' wax museum.
Must be one of the side effects of turning green.
Speaking of muscular "Great Ones," I know Antonio Cesaro isn't going to win the Rumble (too soon), but I'd really like to see him draw early and have a Kanesque run where he eliminates a dozen superstars and uncorks a few of his patented power spots.
Yes, my man-crush on Claudio Castagnoli continues.
I enjoy the way he works and he's got a great in-ring presence. His strong style of wrestling is like a throwback to the old days -- sans 100 rest holds. Cesaro can give you a highlight-reel finish, too, as evidenced by the ridiculous "Swiss Death" uppercut he landed on Kofi Kingston during their fatal four-way match on this week's Raw.
He's ready for the Main Event.
Speaking of, I hope the rest of you are making time to watch ION's Wednesday night program, or at the very least, are recording it for future viewing. The emphasis is on what transpires inside the ring (go figure) and it's not bogged down by all the filler or long-winded promos needed to kill three hours.
And you really get to see guys at their very best when they have time to work.
That's not the fault of the talent, as there is only so much you can do on Raw and SmackDown when you have to shoehorn all the top guys into prime spots. That's why it's nice to have a smaller show on free TV to give the mid-card guys (and gals) a chance to shine and build themselves up before hitting the pay-per-view circuit.
Take notes, UFC.