Matt Striker. Quite good, isn't he? If you're going to take anything from this post, let it be that Sam thinks Matt Striker is quite good. As a commentator, I mean. Never bothered to watch any of his stuff as a wrestler. I'm now under the impression that his teacher gimmick might have actually been somewhat entertaining.
Like I said in some NXT thread criticising Striker, he's the best colour commentator I've listened to since, well, Jerry Lawler used to be any good. It's primarily because he understands the role of a colour commentator. The two roles - though discernible - have blurred together considerably in the last ten years. Basically:
Just to emphasise: he's actually quite funny. Funnier than a thousand Santino promos, in fact. And less grating than a twentieth of a second of Cole's fake laugh. And not, "Hmm, yes, how droll" funny - where I polish my monocle, twirl my moustache, smoke my pipe and *********e furiously - but actually broadly funny; without coming over as Seinfeld on ecstasy.
Like I said in some NXT thread criticising Striker, he's the best colour commentator I've listened to since, well, Jerry Lawler used to be any good. It's primarily because he understands the role of a colour commentator. The two roles - though discernible - have blurred together considerably in the last ten years. Basically:
Matt Striker right now is the only good commentator in the WWE. No, he doesn't focus on the matches. Yes, he does spend most of his time coming up with nicknames, talking about the back stories of characters and all that sort of thing. So yes, finally, a colour commentator that understands the distinction between colour and play-by-play. Not to mention the guy is genuinely humorous.
Compare him with other commentators. Taz, who loved (or, indeed, loves) charging headlong into play-by-play territory, talking about the proper application of moves and so on despite, presumably, being a colour commentator. Also, yelling "FUUUUUUCK" on live TV. Nice one, champ.
King, whose vanilla face gimmick is enough to put you into a coma. Not to mention that, these days, he knows less than the viewer. This week's classic: "I think Edge's rope came loose herp derp." No, Jerry. No. I just saw him untie himself. It took him about a minute, you blind cunt.
Cole, who's only interesting when Daniel Bryan is about.
Todd Grisham. Whenever there's someone on the news who's done something unspeakably heinous, I'll say, "Wow, that guy's a real Todd Grisham."
And "How dare he speak like he knows what he's talking about!"? My hypothesis, unorthodox as it may be, is that he actually knows what he's talking about. His holier-than-thou attitude? Textbook heel persona.
Just to emphasise: he's actually quite funny. Funnier than a thousand Santino promos, in fact. And less grating than a twentieth of a second of Cole's fake laugh. And not, "Hmm, yes, how droll" funny - where I polish my monocle, twirl my moustache, smoke my pipe and *********e furiously - but actually broadly funny; without coming over as Seinfeld on ecstasy.