It's practically old news by now, but Daniel Bryan has been officially cleared by WWE medical personnel to be injured again. Alright, so he's not injured again, but I know I wasn't the only one wincing at the end of Smackdown last night. I guess if you can go, you gotta go full-bore. Man, seeing DB laying in some of his signature offense? Goose flesh.
Where do we go from here? Wherever it is, tread carefully. I mean, you can't treat the guy like a fragile wineglass, nor should you book him in a Street Fight. The obvious play is to pair him up with Shane McMahon against Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn. That would work. Initially, I had zero interest in Wrestlemania 34, but the card has shaped up nicely. Styles/Nakamura, Charlotte/Asuka, Rousey/Others (a circus match, but I'm fucking watching), Cena/Taker (we all know it's happening)...when you factor in the bloat, it's almost too much.
If they shave needless video packages (they won't), the show should run a lean six hours. After the pre-show. Fuck.
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