Those two words have become as tedious as the man himself - even more so in a Year-End List City populated entirely by mass disbelief at his very being.
Jinder. B*stard. Mahal.
His push both deadened the enthusiasm of fans in WWE's established territories, and alienated the actual demographic it was intended for. Fans in India were equally bemused - and they received the Great Khali as if he was bloody AJ Styles. Even if they were on board - they weren't, WWE had to reduce its December tour of India accordingly - there was no actual way of monetising his would-be popularity. WWE pay-per-views are broadcast on free television in locked-down deals, streaming services aren't as culturally entrenched as they are in the west, and broadband speeds, largely, are prohibitively low.
The terrifying implication of all which is, if Vince McMahon went Full Roman as opposed to Full Finn, Jinder might have held onto the belt longer than CM Punk did. Thank Christ Vince woke up on the side of the bed he did that morning, the mental awld b*stard.
The "hot take" concerning failed Vince McMahon experiments is that, when they do fail, they'll transition into a midcard comedy jobber role, often with added dancing.
Mahal's fate was far funnier than that...