The dark, sinister promo vignettes that began airing on Monday Night RAW on May 27th 2013 began The Wyatt Familys slow march to prominence in WWE. This was something we hadnt seen properly in a while the world-class production facilities of WWE used to heavily promote a brand new wrestler. Before, wed seen similar muscle brought to bear on teasers for the returns of Chris Jericho or the Undertaker, but this was something quite new and unexpected. The backwoods setting, the eerie music, the scratchy editing and jump-cuts, and the downright unnerving appearances of the Wyatt Family themselves, with the occasional snatch of Bray Wyatts patented mad preacher ranting the vignettes were something utterly unusual and different in WWE programming. Then, on July 8th the Wyatt Family debuted, the new monsters on RAW electing to make their mark by assaulting the resident monster, Kane. It was an audacious beginning, but one that showed that the office had faith in Bray Wyatts character. The Wyatts would serve as the excuse to remove Kane from WWE television after last years Summerslam and so began the era of Bray Wyatt on Monday Night RAW. Except its not really working out that way, is it? The audience reaction to Bray Wyatt and his two disturbing henchmen has run the gamut from trying to spoil his promos (the initial attempts to get a Husky Harris chant going), the expected boos during the Daniel Bryan feud, the expected cheers at the beginning of the John Cena feud, the rather unexpected face pops, arenas full of lighters and sing-along-a-Wyatt moments during the remainder of the feud and then, most recently, disinterest, dead crowds and even cries of Boring! In summer 2014, the WWE Universe doesnt really know what to make of Bray Wyatt. Here are seven reasons why.
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