It's a cliche as risible as PG SUX BRING BACK TEH ATTITUDE ERA, but Christ almighty is WWE terrible once the dust settles on WrestleMania.
2016 saw WWE repackage Darren Young as...well. It was impossible to parse. He thieved Donald Trump's political slogan and had designs on making himself relevant by procuring the services of a man who most had forgotten about in 1993. Videos aired promising the debut of the "Shining Stars" - Primo and Epico refashioned as something somehow worse than a couple of dated and stereotypical matadors. They were holiday salesman for the unincorporated territory of Puerto Rico - hardly a Russia or Syria in terms of heated political discord. Who cared?
2017 has been even worse, but the weeks following WrestleMania 33 have at least featured some excitement. The rise of Alexa Bliss has done wonders for RAW's insipid Women's division. What an awesome (and effective) heel she is. Kurt Angle's stint as General Manager has been subdued, but his role has at least made Stephanie McMahon temporarily redundant.
Most thrillingly, Braun Strowman has destroyed almost everything in his wake since April 3 - but almost, on this evidence, is nowhere near enough.