Drew McIntyre and Sheamus deserve to get punched in their babyfaces

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I don't know what's happening in the creative meetings at their headquarters in Stamford, but the presentation of WWE's alleged good guys has been off-putting and perplexing in recent months. Heroes are often brave and noble, which makes them likable. But the onscreen behavior of WWE's white knights makes me wonder why fans cheer any of them.

First, there's noted conman and self-proclaimed master strategist Sami Zayn, who continues to strike at the Bloodline from behind. Next is Cody Rhodes, who previously chose not to engage in "reckless negotiations" with Roman Reigns but was eager to attack Reigns' cousins following a cowardly diversion by Zayn.

We also have the case of a gutless father who won't discipline his son, the same kid Pops once pimped out as a prize in a ladder match, but the less said about that, the better.

And then there's Drew McIntyre and Sheamus.

For the last several months, the Scottish Superman and the Celtic Warrior have been yucking it up as friends and brothers, battling the likes of the Viking Raiders and challenging the Usos for the tag team titles.

All seemed well until McIntyre, without notice to his partner, challenged GUNTHER for the Intercontinental title at WrestleMania. Sheamus, who made his intentions clear about wanting one more crack at the Intercontinental Kingpin, was not pleased with this, and rightfully so.

Sheamus put his singles career on hold to team with McIntyre, and this is the thanks he gets? Sure, McIntyre doesn't have to ask for Sheamus' permission, but what kind of person hijacks a friend's dream? I haven't seen a more disgusting betrayal since Zack Morris stabbed Screech Powers in the back to hook up with the iconic nerd's longtime crush, Lisa Turtle.

However, unlike Screech, who always supported his scheming blond-hair buddy through thick and thin, Sheamus is a fair-weather friend who deserves to get double-crossed. Once "Sheamlus" got cozy with Drew ZackIntyre, he forgot his old pals Ridge Holland and Pete "I Changed My Name to Butch Because I Thought We Were Buds" Dunne. That these guys came to pull their Brawling Brute brother away from McIntyre is a testament to their loyalty.

Or their stupidity.

Regardless, McIntyre and Sheamus are now on a collision course to decide who will challenge GUNTHER for the Intercontinental strap on the Grandest Stage of All. And while I was resistant to the idea of a possible triple threat match for the Ring General, I hope it happens.

As it relates to WWE's longest-reigning IC Champ of the last thirty years, I'm not shy about expressing my admiration for the Austrian Oak. If wrestling were sustenance, the man formerly known as WALTER is the organic, free-range, grass-fed, non-GMO, gluten-free meal that nourishes my fandom.

Initially, I was disappointed to learn that GUNTHER wouldn't be mixing it up with Brock Lesnar at WrestleMania. But with another set of goody-two-shoe simps with fragile egos and questionable loyalties running amok, I look forward to GUNTHER jamming his fist straight through two of WWE's most punchable (baby)faces.

What do you make of WWE's cowardly and wishy-washy superheroes, Cagesiders?

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