So Stephanie’s upset, apparently. It seems as though the “Bullada Wooooooods”, Dusty Rhodes, cut her off with an improvisational offering Monday night during the hard sell for the Battleground six man tag. Stephanie’s anger would seem to stem from not being able to deliver her pre-planned, well-crafted, linguistically-orgasmic line (so they’d have you believe).
Seems to be part of a greater issue here. Kevin Nash, in WCW, cut some of the funniest and most compelling promos as a jockular douchenugget who lazed with prestige and power at his side. In 2011, when Nash had his oh-so-memorable feud with CM Punk, that first promo after SummerSlam was more splintered than Pinocchio after Bondage Night at Rick James’ house. Because Nash had to memorize lines, rather than cut from the hip.
Therein lies the problem: outside of guys like Rhodes, Punk, Jericho, Undertaker, Rock, and even Cena to a high degree, a lot of the promos lack personal touch, because Stephanie and her menagerie of SoapNet writer rejects decide what a rising star like Dolph Ziggler or Alberto Del Rio or Wade Barrett says.
And who would be angrier about this than the pen-wielding puppetmaster herself, who’s sucked the life out of what should be a fun, compelling show with her ‘personal’ touch. (Though I’m certain she delegated the Braden Walker knock-knock joke to Brian Gewirtz or something).
Of course, Dusty is to Colin Mochrie what Stephanie is to a sack of nails when it comes to improvisation, so no wonder Stephers is mad: she got exposed as less than sharp.
If only Dusty had blurted out a non-sequitir like “HE GAWT A BAH-THICKLE”, just to watch Stephanie go cross-eyed and melt under the lights. I may even skip football to watch that. You think I’m kidding?