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Just thinking back on this rivalry gives me a crippling headache. This monstrosity should have never happened, let alone for almost six whole months.
It all started with Cole's little man-crush for The Miz, which forced him to interfere in Lawler's title match against The Awesome One back in November. After Cole apologized the next week, many people thought that would be the last of their little tiff and they would just go back and announce, like they always had.
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning for Cole and the King. Their feud continued to consume a time slot every week on Raw, in what I can only assume was a way for the creative team to punish the fans for something we did. I'm still not sure what it was, though.
Throughout the next few months we watched Cole make fun of Lawler for having a dead mother, then get put into a weird glass announcer's box to protect him from the King's wrath, then to top it all off, we finally got to see a fat, old Grandmaster Sexay back in the ring. Even Jack Swagger got dragged into this as Cole's personal trainer for their upcoming match, at freakin' Wrestlemania.
After months of arguing, we had the most unanticipated Wrestlemania match in history. Even Stone Cold as a special guest referee couldn't save this ridiculous excuse for a wrestling match. Cole walked down the ramp looking like a deformed clone of Rick Steiner, except with way more random tattoos. At that moment, I realized how bad of a purchase Wrestlemania 27 actually was.
After Cole tapped, I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping this whole thing was over. Then, out of nowhere, the Raw GM reversed the decision because Stone Cold had gotten involved. Cole left Wrestlemania with a win and I was furious. Not because I hate Cole, but because I knew I would have to actually sit through another match between him and Lawler.
My nightmare came true at Extreme Rules. Only this time it was the always popular Country Whippin' Match, and it became a tag match with Lawler and Jim Ross in one corner, and Cole and Swagger in the other. I'm sure Swagger, a former champion, was thrilled to see the direction in which his career was heading at this point.
Cole won again that night, catching good ol' J.R. off guard and rolling him up for the pin. This had to be the end of this rivalry right?
Nope. This money train rolled right into the next PPV, Over the Limit. This time we all were lucky enough to see a Kiss My Foot match. And like every other match these two were in together, it was absolutely horrendous. By the end of it, J.R. had covered Cole in barbeque sauce, a random Eve Torres hit Cole with a moonsault and Cole was forced to kiss Lawler's foot while in a sharpshooter, from the one and only Bret Hart.
What an absolute mess of a match—and a feud. At least it was officially over.
The next night, Lawler actually ended up forgiving Cole for everything, making every single moment in this rivalry a complete waste of time. They both went back announcing like nothing ever happened.
I wish I could have forgotten this feud as quickly and as easily as Cole and Lawler did