Cesaros tag team with Tyson Kidd was something rather special: everyone knew that the two were probably the best wrestlers in the company, but the pairing somehow became more than the sum of its parts, and in the process, Kidd finally came close to getting over. All of that positive movement forward stalled once more when Kidd suffered a horrific neck injury in a match with Samoa Joe. Although the prognosis is so much better than it has any right to be (the mans got more than one Hart up there looking out for him), hes out for a year, and has so much metal inserted in him that he could headline Bloodstock. That left Cesaro on his own again, and subject to the same whims of fate that have characterised most of his WWE run so far. Clearly more than one person in WWEs creative wing likes him: theres the Andre Battle Royale trophy, the ringing endorsements from Cena in front of the crowds, his pairing with a smitten Paul Heyman but Vince McMahon has made it clear that Cesaros not getting the place on the card that his talent so clearly deserves. Right now, hes once again in the pathetic position of playing jobber to the stars: the man who should, by rights, be at the top of the card and entered into a competitive feud with Brock Lesnar is hanging about at the top of the middle waiting for people in and around the main event to pass him so that he can lie down for them. He barely beat a tubby Bo Dallas in recent weeks. Its idiotic.
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