Emilio Sparks - The Charlie Rose of Hip Hop

Monday Night RAW reminds me of my pervious relationship a FUCKEN LET DOWN. If you’re already lost stay with me, there will be a tie in. Think about it. We have a relationship with this program and with the WWE, I know the WWE has been my main squeeze since I was 4 years old. Thats a long time and I’m emotionally invested with this product. There is anticipation to the build up then its the honeymoon stage where they can do no wrong. When things are great things are comfortable, after a while that comfortably turns into irritability. So every little thing they don’t do is note worthy, another con on an ever growing list of shit.

When you’re in a relationship sometimes you need a kick in the ass to realize shit isn’t as sweet as you think. Maybe sensing the audience’s disappointment with the current product WWE decided to change for a while. WWE was on their toes with the Punk promo. The walkout had us wanting more, but then they reverted back to their comfortable ways.

Like most who avoid confrontation in a relationship I wasn’t going to talk about the on going problems with the program, I was going to say nothing in hopes that it would go away. I wasn’t in the most healthy relationship, I dated someone who had the communication skills of a snow pea. Fortunately, Kaz reminded me of my due diligence. So here is my review of the Monday Night RAW before the Pay-Per-View Vengeance.

John Laurinaitis starts the program off. The crowd boos as Ace introduces himself to the crowd. He says tonight marks the return of Rey Mysterio and the crowd pops. Returning to San Diego to see his doctor, Laurinaitis says. He won’t be here tonight. The crowd boo’s and Laurinaitis says he was just kidding. Ace talks about firing Jim Ross last week. Laurinaitis introduces Ross and out he comes we see footage from last week where Michael Cole led Alberto Del Rio and Ricardo Rodriguez in singing goodbye to Ross. Laurinaitis announces Cole and Del Rio vs. Ross and John Cena for tonight.

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