What a way to end last night's Raw, huh? Randy Orton, the son of an Ace Cowboy, reared back and kicked Mr. McMahon's head in. In a stunning move, the Legend Killer had had enough of being told what to do by his bosses.

Too bad that kick was the best part of a pretty terrible segment featuring four stars - two of which couldn't be staler.

Who's stale? Not Chris Jericho. The runaway fan-favorite for heel of the year on World Wrestling Insanity, not to mention many other venues, was brought out and forced to apologize to the McMahons and the McFans for all his indiscretions over the past few weeks. Why? Who knows? Sheets and giggles, perhaps?

I say this because in the eyes of fans watching, there was really no discernable reason for the glam rocker formerly known as Y2J to do this. The only possibilities could be:

A) To give the evil Chris a reason to be even meaner and more disgruntled.

Or

B) To have him take up the cause of the McMahons and fight Randy Orton in order to get back in their good graces.

A makes no sense because you hardly need a reason to give Jericho more anger. The guy is running away with the bad guy gimmick. How much badder does he need to be? It's like burning off the other half of Two-Face's face. What's the point? He's already mad enough about the half that's gone already. Who needs more burned face skin?

B makes no sense because Chris and Randy are neck in neck in terms of heel reaction. A match between the two wouldn't be much fun. Sadly, that doesn't mean it won't happen though. It hasn't stopped them before.

If the idea is to have some sort of convoluted way for Orton and Jericho to end up on a team, it seems really far out from now and I can't help but feel the twisting and turning road to get there will be littered with needless backstage segments that only serve to drag the process out rather than make it more interesting.

Regardless, none of this matters. Why? Because Chris Jericho's apology was simply the first half of a two part finale that most people won't think too much about because it was overshadowed by the Head Punt that followed. They might as well have left the King of Bling Bling in the back. Any point behind the segment was lost in the fact that it was immediately followed up by an even bigger angle that seemingly had nothing to do with it.

Of course, there's always choice C. The McMahons were about to look really bad when Big Daddy VKM took a kick to the noggin, so why not castrate the Canadian in the minutes beforehand? Either way. So it goes.

Then there's the issue of Randy Orton. In my opinion, Orton is WWE's biggest success story over the past few years. Paired with Jericho and Edge, Randy can be pointed to as an example of someone who elevated to a status most thought he never would. He's definitely not stale.

Know who's stale?

Stephanie. Stephanie's stale. Oh God is she ever stale. From the same rehashed facial expressions she's been using since Test was jilted at the alter, Mrs. McVeque has been phoning it in for years. I say this because I think there's a chance she might be able to freshen up her on-air persona if only she would make an attempt -- I hope so at least.

Think I'm being harsh? What about that stupid spot where she went after Randy for saying that she was useless after popping out "a couple of grandkids?" Was that needed? Did Stephanie, as the head creative whatever-she-is, sit down and figure a good way to make a heel seem mean is to have a mother of two go after him physically with only her aged father there to protect him from her violent wrath?

…Especially right after forcing the top heel to apologize eleven times to everyone from the fans to Nipsy Russell?

Forget Steph. Let's look at Vince. I always enjoyed Mr. McManiac. But he too is staler than the cookie on a ten year old WWF Ice Cream bar. How so? Well how many times have he had speeches featuring him taking credit for turning a "rassler" into a "superstar?"

And as the business continues to change from the classic structure that many fans grew to love, how much does it annoy the audience to hear it?

I know what you're saying. "That's the idea." He's the evil Mr. McMahon. Only problem with that? He was playing the good guy here. I mean, nothing says babyface like a violent kick in the head that's followed up with your daughter's tearful plea for your well being.

All in all, it was a great finish to the show, but a terrible way to get there. Randy's head punt was a step forward, so to speak, but the segment that lead to it was three steps back. It was 15 or so minutes that could have been condensed into 5 and achieved a greater result. Then again, that's been the problem for the past decade or so, right? Ever since Bret Hart's 22 minute Raw opening speech a decade ago, you can't get half these people to shut up and fight. I get it. You're mad. You don't need a quarter hour to explain it to me.

The biggest kicker (I intended the pun that time) to all this? I cheered for the great looking kick to the head and, as Stephanie knelt over her father's body, I waited for it. I waited for Randy Orton, racked with guilt, to suddenly change his facial expression, run back, and kick her in the head as well.

Then I remembered how "kid friendly" things are now…and realized it wasn't happening. Just as I did, the screen faded to black and I recalled why this show is better when watched on DVR. After all, if WWE isn't going to make these boring 15 minute segments the five minute length they should be, Mr. McTivo will.