Extreme Expose

After watching ECW tonight, I've come to a few realizations.

First, the extreme expose is neither extreme nor is it an expose. At least it used to be intertwined with a story line with Mike Knox or something. Now it's just dancing...or something. And it used to be just a minute or two of a rap song, now it's the entire song. It's absurd at best.

Second, Snitsky is a joke. Do the writers think we really forget that he was on RAW two months ago fighting Eugene? They're trying to turn him into some sort of Psycho Sid type character, but it just isn't selling. I cringed tonight after hearing Joey Styles (whom I love) utter the phrase "Snitsky can take you down at any time!" Those words should be reserved for The Undertaker, The Big Show, and maybe The Great Khali, if he promises to take a lesson from a high school wrestling coach.

Third, they made a Lashley t-shirt. If anyone other than Lashley's mother buys it, I am going to cut off my hand.

Fourth, Tazz just called the Money in the Bank match "the greatest concept the WWE has ever come up with." Not the idea for The Rock, not the Attitude Era, not the TLC match, not Hell in a Cell...but a briefcase Ladder Match. I'm convinced now more than ever that Tazz has writers.

Finally, it is clear that ECW isn't really ECW. It's become a third brand, SMACKDOWN's retarded little brother, if you will. I know, I thought SMACKDOWN was the retard too. Turns out that they could do worse...and they have.