In virtually the only low moment from an exillirating month, WWE celebrated 25 years of Monday Night Raw in frustratingly typical fashion.
Expectations were justifiably raised by an incredible guest list headlined by appearances from Stone Cold Steve Austin and D-Generation-X. The latter crew gobbled up time and talent, whilst the former wasn't permitted to utter a single word.
Shawn Michaels inadvertently joked about the discrepancy as he and Triple H rambled on about revolutions and tanks and all the usual, but his ponderous humour hid the cruel truth.
"I used to be the boss of this group but now you're the boss of everything", said 'HBK', as said Chairman-elect smirked along with him and pretended he was still in his prime.
Because 'The Game' really is the next boss, he got as long as he wanted for more of the usual tripe. Meanwhile, one of the central reasons Titan Tower still has water-coolers was shunted off in a rewarding-but-rushed opening segment.
Indeed, the three hour show was as bloated as the DX gabfest itself, but the company can go ahead and keep producing events like this as long as willing fans remain game to spend big on tickets, t-shirts and network subscriptions.
In 2018, Raw is a protected - and apparently quite valuable - entity. It was once little more than a wild dream for WWE's flagship to curry such favour. That it became a hard reality 20 years on from near-oblivion is miraculous in itself.
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