Shot to stardom after graduating from developmental in August 2009, McIntyre won the Intercontinental Championship within four months of his debut. Even more impressively, three weeks after his debut, Vince McMahon himself would declare McIntyre a future World Champion in a promo delivering on an episode of Smackdown, the big Scot standing by the boss' elbow elbow. McMahons public stamp of approval is what kicked off The Chosen One gimmick, but his career didnt take off as WWE planned. His run with the companys secondary title lasted for five months. Two weeks after he lost the title to Kofi Kingston, and while he was still mired in rematch pergatory, the Nexus debuted. Its possible that, had the Nexus/John Cena angle not taken over the main event slots of every show in the second half of 2010, Drew might have drifted up the card after losing the Intercontinental Championship. Instead, a fluctuating line-up of new talent temporarily became WWEs top heels. By the time Cena got through with burying everyone whod ever joined the Nexus, left the Nexus, or owed money to the Nexus, McIntyres moment in the sun had come and gone. McMahon had, as often seemed to happen, lost interest in his Chosen One and he was lost in the shuffle. Drew McIntyre spent the last two years of his WWE career as the third man in comedy heel stable 3MB, whose role was usually restricted to being jobbers to the stars. Its a crying shame since the big fella looks great, he can work at least as well as Barrett and Sheamus, and he can talk the hind legs off a donkey. Imagine a United Kingdom stable with Barrett, Sheamus, McIntyre and fellow nearly-was, Mason Ryan as the Welsh component. They could have been the New British Bulldogs. Its certainly better than the cobbled-together mess that is the League Of Nations, which just exists to give Roman Reigns a couple of extra people to deliver Superman punches to every week on RAW.
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