Short and Snappy Tales of Greatness

by Katie Lea

So.  Another disastrous episode of ECW.  

Sorely missed:   Abraham Washington and his critically acclaimed show- which meant ECW was off to a bad start before it had even started.  Although, luckily, Christian had the presence of mind (well everyone has to have one good thing right..?) to bring Tony Atlas out onto the stage so we could at least feast our ears on that ridiculous chuckle.

Sorely missed:  Yours Truly.  Which meant ECW went from bad to worse...

We began our dizzy stumble down the slippery slope of awfulness with the big return of our bimbo airhead GM Tiff Tiff.  Mistake number one.  Here we have somebody whom I have witnessed even before her accident struggling with the concept of a simple crossword puzzle- now, just one week after getting her pretty little head knocked all silly, she is let back into the high-powered job of running one of the most exciting,  action-packed shows on TV today, ECW!  Does anyone else see a problem with that..?  It would be better if she had stayed home nursing her injuries and her poor little clouded brain and left the important decisions to someone with class, intelligence, integrity...  someone like William Regal for example who after all has plenty of experience filling that role.

To add insult to injury the shocker of the night came when Tiff Tiff a.k.a. Sparrow Brain decided that Regal (probably in a fit of jealousy over his formidable performance in her stead last week) should face that little Japanese guy, Mr. Thank-You-Very-Much.  Bile collected in my stomach as I watched him happily jump up and down following his big 'win'- what injustice, what a perfect horror, what a scam!  Now I know that I was not the only one to notice that Mr. Regal's foot was clearly underneath the rope as he was 'pinned' for the final '1-2-3'...  I can only assume that the referee was bribed by the little cretin.  Disgusting.

The only saving grace was Ezekiel Jackson and Vladimir Kolslov a.k.a. the Human Tanks winning their match against Goldust and Dreamer...  But even that small triumph was later ruined for me when the two big Dumbos took it upon themselves to cost Zach Ryder the win against Christian. 

And so the moral of the story is:  don't let a blonde bimbo airhead extraordinaire behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle!  Things will turn sour in an instant.

Goodbye my loyal minions...  until next time...

Live the beautiful nightmare.

Katie Lea.

P.S.  Yoshi Tatsu- quit constantly thanking everyone already!!  It's not cute.