Edge's range was amazing, too. From the
frothing-at-the-mouth-anticipation of JR screaming "Edge wins! Edge wins! Edge
wins!" to the envisioned-orgasm as he described "the love of my life" - dramatic
pause, then emphasis - "Vickie Guerrero," Edge's promo was, as they say, one for
the ages.
He had such heel heat by the time he punked out everyone
from Ross to Undertaker to the Raw program itself, people were salivating at the
mere thought that someone, somehow, someday would just smash this bastard.
Batista came out and delivered a ferocious beating to
Edge, and the live audience came unglued.
No amount of punishment would truly serve justice. Edge
deserved a heinous beating, and that's exactly what Big Dave delivered.
Only one Terry Funk-like swing and a miss from Edge, and
the rest of the physicality was Batista annihilating the world champion.
So when Batista drove Edge's battered body into the
canvas with the Batista Bomb, the audience was satisfied, right? The desire to
see Edge get his due, suffer his fate, was fulfilled, of course. Wasn't it?
Not a chance. Edge's heat was still intact. That says
something about the way he set that heat, the intensity with which he got the
audience to believe in his character, to live that moment with him.
Edge, barely conscious, a pulverized quivering lump
lying on the canvas, was still worthy of the audience's desire to see something
bad happen to that character.
And for that character, things went from bad to worse
when " Mr Money in the Bank" CM Punk came out, and hoisted Edge up on his
shoulders for that fateful moment before hitting the GTS.
You could see live crowd going nuts not only because
they knew history was about to be made, but because they simply wanted to see
Edge get smashed in the face again. For Adam Copeland, this is everything he
worked for.
This is when the heel gives of himself and MAKES a
babyface.
Punk wins! Punk wins! Punk wins!
And just as importantly, Edge loses. See, that's the
part that Adam Copeland understands better than anyone else in the industry
today.
He's the best heel in the world, because even though he
didn't touch one person, he had scorching heat on Monday night.
He didn't slap JR. He didn't shove down Lilian Garcia.
He didn't set fire to a Sooners flag. He didn't do anything but deliver a heel
promo like a true villain should.
And he had such heat for his words and the manner in
which he presented them, that a beating from Batista, and the subsequent loss of
his world title didn't even begin to take that heat off of him.
The beaten, battered, humiliated, and no-longer-champion
Edge is still the main event heel on Smackdown, and he should be.
People are still clamoring for him to get beat ... or
beat up.
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