WWE NXT Season 3 mercifully comes to an end tonight as the WWE's indifferent Internet broadcast crowns its first female winner. NXT was designed to replace ECW, another brand the WWE unforgivably fumbled, and when the WWE's alternative to a brand they didn't create began to go South they responded by intentionally sabotaging it like my little cousin does when I start pouring it on in Madden 2010.  Seriously, this kid will run all the way into his own end zone out of frustration because he has yet to develop the will power to stick with something no matter how dim his chances seem.  And that's, in essence, what WWE NXT has become.

This article is designed to both ask and answer the question of who will be victorious in tonight's season finale.  However the real question we need to be asking ourselves is who the hell cares?  

If the WWE is going to intentionally botch this show on a week to week basis with their bad jokes, trainwreck segments, and constant pining for the end of the hour, why should my two cents be any different?  Let's face it, this show has been ran so far into the ground, most Internet fans don't watch it - and it's an Internet only show!  Hell, the only good thing that has come out of NXT Season three is that Wrestlecrap now has enough material to keep it in business throuhg 2014.

All crap aside, I'd like to consider myself more professional than the principles involved in NXT.  Unlike Michael Cole, I'm not going to order a pizza while writing up this preview.  Personally, I've never really been that much of a pizza guy.  I'm more into sandwiches.  Man, that sounds good.  Anybody know if Subway delivers?  Those five dollar footlongs are ingenious, I just hate how they're always changing which sandwiches actually constitute as a five dollar footlong.  It's as if the more popular a sandwich becomes, the more likely Subway will sneakily take it off the five dollar foot long menu, put it under the 'premiums', and hope you don't notice.

But I digress.

As far as NXT is concerned the winner has to be Kaitlyn.  A.J. is the Internet darling who may be destined to be slotted in the doomed 'close but no cigar' role.  Apparently having a limited Independent career and dating Jay Lethal makes you Internet material.  You wanna talk about Internet material, look no further than Kaitlyn.  I mean, have you seen those pictures?  With the WWE Diva division being quickly degenerated into a beauty pageant, Kaitlyn has my backing based on that criteria alone.  

Meanwhile, Naomi Knight hasn't been given any storylines out of the ring that elevate her above the competition the same way her in ring work does.  Naomi is basically told to go out there, black it up, a bit with some 90's ghetto flava, and keep things from falling apart in the ring.  So what if Naomi and AJ can wrestle, this isn't wrestling it's the WWE.

Hold on, Adam Hirschfield (Bleacher Report Deputy editor) just texted me with another assignment list.  Just scored an article about Cena being fake fired by the WWE.  Be on the lookout for that, it's gonna be good.  Or at least a whole lot better than having to talk about NXT.  I mean, are you kidding me?  Just who does Hirschfield think I am?  Does he know that I was a living room, armchair correspondent for the War against Iraq and the 2010 Midterm elections?  And now he's got me covering this show?  When is this over?  Seriously, when does this article hit the 250 word requirement because this NXT stuff is for the birds.  

But I re-digress.

Kaitlyn's ongoing feud with Vickie Guerrero has put her in the good graces with the fans, which just goes to show how great of a heel Guerrero really is.  I mean, would anybody really care if Kaitlyn and Brie Bella were fighting over Dolph Ziggler?  Even if it would be more of a real life storyline (Brie and Dolph are currently dating), nobody would know who to cheer for.  Both women are too hot to be hated under the current WWE platform (minus LayCool who gets heat in the wrong way), and the mass disdain for Guerrero is just another example of the WWE perpetuating the school of thought that women with inferior looks are all ugly and bitter on the inside, too.  If you're a little girl watching  at home and you haven't already stuck a finger down your throat, read this paragraph again slowly and get to work.  

My Subway sandwich just got delivered.  Those idiots messed up the order, I told them no mayonnaise.  Excuse any typos while I attempt to eat and type at the same time.

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Oops, just woke up from a nap and, ironically enough, I fell asleep on the letter z on my keyboard.  I'm just going to go ahead and leave that there in the spirit of indifference to compliment what's been a who gives a crap season of NXT.  That sandwich must have given me the tryptophan.  

Looking ahead to a possible season 4, my early odds on favorite to win is that Mason Ryan kid provided he hasn't already been called up.  Tyler Black will be your weekly Internet jobber, but he's going to have tough sledding as he has a hard enough time getting over with those dorks.  In the words of the fictionally hilarious Tom Tuckers, I guess beggers can be choosers.