It isn't often (anymore) that I tune into USA on Monday nights to catch the beginning of Raw. Rowdy Ronda Rousey, WWE's latest signee, made a ginormous fucking splash at Elimination Chamber, and I wanted to see the fallout. Unlike in the Attitude Era, Vince doesn't start his shows with the big deal in 2018. Ronda's the big deal. Someone at Titan Towers has to know that. When did the big deal finally emerge on Raw? The last segment. Of a three-hour show. I figured that she would be used at the top of an hour, but fuck, I couldn't even get that right.
The segment itself was fine, albeit a tad clunky. Triple H had no reason to punch Kurt Angle at that time. It seemed random, and if anything, it made me giggle. And it begs the question: how long until Ronda is either squandered or desecrated? Monday night's "confrontation" doesn't bode well for her future as a pro-wrestler. Listen, I'm cool with the proposed Wrestlemania match-up of Ronda and Kurt versus Trips and Stephanie, but what happens after that? I suppose that it's a question of trust. Friends, relatives, acquaintances, blacksmiths, silversmiths, knaves, cobblers, scallywags...I do not trust Vince McMahon.
I'm also conflicted. As a fan of The Rousey, I want her to perform well. As a fan of the women's division on both brands, I want the other challengers to the throne to be protected. This is a good place to end what I would call a quasi-editorial. There may be a wrestling-related rant in the coming weeks, but I shouldn't say too much. It depends on week-to-week booking, and I may not be galled about it next week. Until then, listen to doom and black metal.
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