Nevermind The Rock's four-color cameo. I simply needed a random, yet tubular image to shadow this post. I just wanted to say that the main event of Sunday's SummerSlam was great. Perfect even! If only it happened in 2012. I won't nitpick Brock's herculean subjugation of John Cena, though. That's the part of the card that I'm cool with. After watching Raw tonight (or half of it, as I tapped out early), I realized that I'm fucking annoyed with the bulk of WWE's product. Whenever the scales are askance and stooped catawampus, I stop watching for a little while.
Where do I begin? I've had it with the incessant replays, the affected Bella twin promos (gag me with a spoon-shaped dildo), the flagrant misuse of the roster (might as well oust Kofi and Xavier) and the total derogation of Paige. How about giving the Diva's title a match longer than 5-6 minutes? Yeah, Brock is a badass champion, but where does he go from here? And why the fuck is Dean Ambrose flirting with Hollywood? If that's what he wants, I wish him success, but it seems like he JUST arrived. Raw will suffer without his Funk-by-way-of-Pillman charisma.
I'm sticking with NXT for the time being. Simple professional wrestling with booking that respects its talent. What a novel goddamn concept.
Posted by Dom Coccaro at 11:22 PM