Spoiler Alert! The following things will happen tonight:
- Sheamus will continue to try to annoy the crowd into cheering for Roman Reigns. Great idea, Mr. McMahon. It’s sure to work out in the long run.
- Michael Cole will continue to insult our intelligence. I know he doesn’t want to, but he knows it’s his job. No Paige! Don’t put her on the table for a submission move! Oh the humanity!
- Alberto Del Rio will continue to drag his feet through a terrible nonsense storyline where we’re supposed to jeer cultures coming together as if it’s a bad thing. How much money is Vince contributing to Trump’s campaign, by the way? Not that that’s any of our business.
- It’s not all bad news, though. The women will be given a chance to shine in at least one decent match. They’ll still be called ‘Divas’, though, and their storylines will still be half assed… What did you expect, really?
- This all brings us to The New Day. The only guys who ‘seem’ like they get full control of what they do week in and week out. They’ll bring it, and we’ll love it, and we’ll boo them, and we’ll cheer them. Regardless, it’ll be super entertaining. The way wrestling is meant to be.
Alas, The New Day isn’t enough for me, though. I just can’t do it tonight. I woke up this morning with a sense of dread that Raw was on tonight and my plans were set: in front of the TV with Twitter on my laptop, ready to snark it up. Honestly, though, I prefer to praise what’s going on and get excited about the things that are happening. It’s just few and far between, and every so often I just need a break, as evidenced in my Facebook conversation with Derek:
There’s a growing frustration with WWE lately. It’s nothing new. I’ve been here before. You’ve probably been there before. I’ll come back and watch live again – likely next week. And I’ll be cautiously optimistic about it.
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